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  • Ask by The SMiths

    Shyness is nice, and
    Shyness can stop you
    From doing all the things in life
    You'd like to
    Shyness is nice, and
    Shyness can stop you
    From doing all the things in life
    You'd like to

    So, if there's something you'd like to try
    If there's something you'd like to try
    Ask me - I won't say "no" - how could I?

    Coyness is nice, and
    Coyness can stop you
    From saying all the things in
    Life you'd like to

    So, if there's something you'd like to try
    If there's something you'd like to try
    Ask me - I won't say "no" - how could I ?

    Spending warm Summer days indoors
    Writing frightening verse
    To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

    ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
    ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

    Because if it's not Love
    Then it's the Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond, the Bond, the Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond
    That will bring us together

    Nature is a language - can't you read?
    Nature is a language - can't you read?

    SO, ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
    ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

    Because if it's not Love
    Then it's the Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond, the Bond,
    The Bond,
    That will bring us together

    If it's not Love
    Then it's the Bond
    Then it's the Bond
    That will bring us together

    SO, ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
    ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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    • An old song - from the where we was "only" 3 billion people in the word....... but the theme fits just fine right now.



      A Summer Prayer For Peace


      spoken:
      Voice 1: Indonesia
      Voice 2: 112 million
      Voice 1: United Kingdom
      Voice 2: 55 million
      Voice 1: California
      Voice 2: 18 million
      Voice 1: Laos
      Voice 2: 2 million

      sung:
      Chorus:
      Three billion people together forever
      Three billion people sing a summer prayer for peace

      spoken: Voice 1: France
      Voice 2: 50 million
      Voice 1: Japan
      Voice 2: 101 million
      Voice 1: Australia
      Voice 2: 12 million

      sung:
      Verse 1:
      Oh look, look around you
      See what we have done?
      Where's the world that God intended with love for everyone?

      (repeat chorus)

      spoken:
      Voice 1: South Africa
      Voice 2: 19 million
      entoned:
      Sing!
      spoken:
      Voice 1: Canada
      Voice 2: 20 million
      Voice 1: Mexico
      Voice 2: 47 million
      Voice 1: Russia
      Voice 2: 237 million
      Voice 1: Ireland
      Voice 2: 2 million
      Voice 1: New York
      Voice 2: 18 million
      Voice 1: Illinois
      Voice 2: 10 million
      Voice 1: China
      Voice 2: 732 million people

      sung
      Verse 2:
      Sing, oh sing of freedom
      Sing a song of joy
      Altogether makin' better what some would destroy

      (repeat chorus)

      Choir:
      How will it end?...(repeat through recitation below)

      spoken:
      Voice 1: North Vietnam
      Voice 2: 16 million
      Voice 1: South Vietnam
      Voice 2: 17 million
      Voice 1: The Netherlands
      Voice 2: 12 million
      Voice 1: Greece
      Voice 2: 9 million
      Voice 1: Texas
      Voice 2: 10 million
      Voice 1: Israel
      Voice 2: 2 million
      Voice 1: Sweden
      Voice 2: 8 million
      Voice 1: Egypt
      Voice 2: 32 million
      Voice 1: East Germany
      Voice 2: 16 million
      Voice 1: Italy
      Voice 2: 10 million
      Voice 1: India
      Voice 2: 523 million
      Voice 1: Cuba
      Voice 2: 8 million
      Voice 1: Washington, D.C.
      Voice 2: 3 million people

      Choir:
      Amen

      spoken: For all
      First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win.

      Gandhi

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      • It Don't Make Sense, You Can't Make Peace
        Willie Dixon




        You have made great planes to span the sky
        You gave sight to the blind with another man's eyes
        You even made submarines, they submerge for weeks
        But it don't make sense you can't make peace

        You take one man's heart and make another one live
        u even go to the moon and come back thrilled
        Why you can crush any country in a matter of weeks
        But it don't make sense you can't make peace
        You know it don't make sense- you can't make peace (3x)

        When you can't make peace....
        You can make a transfusion that will save a life
        You can change the darkness into broad daylight
        You make the deaf man hear and the dumb man speak
        But it don't make sense you can't make peace

        You know it don't make sense- you can't make peace
        You know it don't make sense- you can't make peace
        You know it don't make sense- you can't make peace
        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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        • Vietcong Blues
          Junior Wells


          I woke up early this mornin'
          I was feelin' kind of blue
          My landlady said you got a letter here
          And I began to sing the blues
          It was from my brother
          Don't you know the boy's laying down in Vietnam
          Lord they say, you don't have no reason to fight baby but
          Lord knows you think you're right
          (But you got to be wrong, don't you hear me, you got to be wrong, now pick up...)

          You wake up early in the mornin' baby
          And you don't have nothin' to eat
          You can't buy yourself no clothes baby
          Lord knows who can you meet

          My brother's in Vietnam
          People don't you know just why I'm singin' these blues
          You might have no respect for your country darlin'
          But that's why, that's why I'm singin' these blues
          (You better pick up baby and get with it, you hear me? Looka here...)

          The mothers, all the wives,
          all the fathers, that have sons,
          in Vietnam, you hear me?
          This is to you
          Always

          Oh I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin'
          People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mind
          Lord I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin'
          People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mind
          It's so sad, it's so sad to think about your people
          Lord when the other man thinks they're wrong
          (You're not right baby. Hear this just before I go)

          Lord I woke up in the mornin'...
          You're gonna look up, you're gonna look up and find yourself gone
          Lord I woke up this mornin'
          You're gonna look up and find yourself gone
          (How would you feel if it was your brother over there, eh? How would you feel?)
          Lord then you're gonna ask the good Lord to forgive you
          Please forgive me for my sins.
          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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          • Melt with you by Modern English

            Moving forward using all my breath
            Making love to you was never second best
            I saw the world rushing all around your face
            Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace
            I'll stop the world and melt with you
            You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
            There's nothing you and I won't do
            I'll stop the world and melt with you
            Dream of better lives
            The kind which never hate
            Wrapped in a state of imaginary grace
            I made a pilgrimage to save this human race
            Never comprehending the race had long gone by
            I'll stop the world and melt with you
            You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
            There's nothing you and I won't do
            I'll stop the world and melt with you
            The future is open wide
            I'll stop the world and melt with you
            I've seen some changes but it's getting better all the time
            There's nothing you and I won't do
            The future is open wide
            Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmmm
            I'll stop the world and melt with you.....
            "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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            • Everyday People
              Sly and The Family Stone



              Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
              My own beliefs are in my song
              The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
              Makes no difference what group I'm in
              I am everyday people, yeah yeah
              There is a blue one who can't accept the green one
              For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
              And different strokes for different folks
              And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
              Oh sha sha - we got to live together
              I am no better and neither are you
              We are the same whatever we do
              You love me you hate me you know me and then
              You can't figure out the bag l'm in
              I am everyday people, yeah yeah
              There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair
              For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one
              And different strokes for different folks
              And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
              Oh sha sha-we got to live together
              There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one
              That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one
              And different strokes for different folks
              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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              • Two For Tuesday; Jethro Tull

                Locomotive Breath


                In the Shuffling madness
                of the locomotive breath,
                runs the all time loser,
                headlong to his death.
                He feels the piston scraping
                steam breaking on his brow
                old Charlie stole the handle and the
                train won't stop going
                no way to slow down.

                He sees his children jumping off
                at stations one by one.
                His woman and his best friend
                in bed and having fun.
                Crawling down the corridor
                on his hands and knees
                old Charlie stole the handle and
                the train won't stop going
                no way to slow down.

                He hears the silence howling
                catches angels as they fall.
                And the all time winner
                has got him by the balls.
                He picks up Gideons Bible
                open at page one
                old Charlie stole the handle and
                the train won't stop going
                no way to slow down.

                ---------------------------------------------------------------


                Aqualung

                Sitting on a park bench
                eyeing little girls with bad intent.
                Snot is running down his nose
                greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
                Hey Aqualung!
                Drying in the cold sun
                Watching as the frilly panties run.
                Hey Aqualung!
                Feeling like a dead duck
                spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

                Sun streaking cold
                an old man wandering lonely.
                Taking time
                the only way he knows.
                Leg hurting bad,
                as he bends to pick a dog end
                goes down to the bog and
                warms his feet.
                Feeling alone
                the army's up the road
                salvation a la mode and
                a cup of tea.
                Aqualung my friend
                don't ya start away uneasy
                you poor old sod
                you see it's only me.

                Do you still remember
                December's foggy freeze
                when the ice that clings on to your beard
                is screaming agony
                And you snatch your rattling last breaths
                with deep-sea diver sounds,
                and the flowers bloom like
                madness in the spring.


                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                • One Man - Runrig
                  for all those who ever felt too small

                  One man to change the world
                  One word to bring it down
                  One stand to right a wrong
                  Only the meek can break the strong
                  "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                  • because my temper is extremely short today

                    My Confession by OTEP

                    ... my confession

                    because i'm diluted
                    &
                    perfectly flawed

                    i shall
                    live by passion
                    &
                    not by law

                    and i'm
                    insecure ...
                    i need aggression

                    to
                    feed the spiders
                    of perception

                    and i'm
                    supposed to be strong
                    & have
                    all the answers

                    a
                    cannibal
                    in the
                    new church of cancer

                    but i'm
                    nothing special
                    i'm not unique

                    i have
                    many secrets
                    & i
                    eat the weak

                    and i'm
                    at an end

                    i'm at an end .....

                    and there's ...
                    NO WAY OUT!!

                    [chorus]

                    i need to find my sanctuary
                    ..... someplace safe
                    gotta get this outta me
                    ..... this is my escape

                    II.
                    and i
                    think about it
                    all the time

                    i'm
                    volatile
                    &
                    afraid to cry

                    but i'm
                    still not comfortable
                    in my skin

                    and the
                    anesthetics slowly
                    wearing thin

                    & i
                    need to talk to
                    someone new

                    i need a different
                    latitude

                    & i'm
                    in this void

                    all alone!
                    feeling needy

                    ... hungry to grow

                    but i'm
                    suffocating
                    -- can't come down

                    and .... no ....
                    THERE'S NO WAY OUT!!!

                    [chorus]

                    i need to find my sanctuary
                    .... someplace safe
                    gotta get this outta me!
                    .... THIS IS MY ESCAPE!!!

                    --- all i see is sadness
                    all i see is sadness ....
                    what's left?

                    -- this will teach them.
                    this will teach them,

                    ......you've got to......
                    push.
                    Push.
                    PUSH....
                    YOUR WAY OUT!!!

                    FOLLOW ME!
                    FOLLOW ME!
                    THIS IS YOUR WAY OUT!!

                    ........you are not alone

                    - this is where i hide my power
                    - this is where i become free
                    - this is where i take control
                    - and slowly choke your fantasies

                    - i want to know my day is coming
                    - see my enemies be punished
                    - shed my skin again
                    - this will be my best revenge!!

                    SHED MY SKIN AGAIN
                    THIS WILL BE MY BEST REVENGE!
                    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                    • You Can't Roller Skate In A Buffalo Herd
                      Roger Miller



                      Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
                      Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
                      Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
                      But you can be happy if you've a mind to

                      Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
                      Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
                      Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
                      But you can be happy if you've a mind to

                      All ya gotta do is put your mind to it
                      Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it

                      Well, ya can't go a-swimmin' in a baseball pool
                      Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool
                      Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool
                      But you can be happy if you've a mind to



                      Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
                      Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
                      Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
                      But you can be happy if you've a mind to

                      Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
                      Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
                      Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
                      But you can be happy if you've a mind to

                      All ya gotta do is put your mind to it
                      Knuckle down, buckle down do it, do it, do it

                      Well, ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
                      Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
                      Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
                      But you can be happy if you've a mind to

                      Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
                      Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
                      Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
                      But you can be happy if you've a mind to

                      Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
                      SPOKEN: "Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd"

                      FADE
                      Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
                      Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                      "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                      He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                      • Swedish Designer Drugs (Daan)

                        I was shot in the back - by Nilfisk addicted cowboys, by jealousy struck -
                        outnumbered by hard boiled luck, when I showed them the lights of my
                        two-forty-five deep blue break - they all stood up and sang about Swedish
                        designer drugs. I was cutting a tree, and turning my jack into lumber, when
                        the hitmen arrived - on a boat from the Isle of Song; I was shocked by the
                        nude identical twins on my lap -
                        a cross-eyed effect of Swedish designer drugs. It's hard to be strong,
                        depending on Northern refineries. How deep is your fjord? How shallow thy
                        watery eyes? How could I recupe, surrounded by 95 dogma's? Like a reindeer
                        I'm struck by Swedish designer drugs. I'm dating the maid, and driving
                        electric wheelchairs. I'm cleaning the fish - with biodegradable pride. I
                        was pulling the strings, while playing the fifteenth violin, in a director's
                        cut of Swedish designer drugs. I was hurting a fly, and winning all Nobely
                        Prizes. I was probably drunk by the probably best beer around - like a
                        Viking in need, I got a medal for bad underacting. They all stood up, and
                        sang about Swedish designer drugs. Swedish designer drugs: it's hard to be
                        strong. How deep is your fjord? When I showed them the lights, they all
                        stood up, and sang about Swedish designer drugs.
                        In een hoerekotje aan den overkant emmekik mijn bloem verloren,
                        In een hoerekotje aan den overkant bennekik mijn bloemeke kwijt

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                        • hemlock, to the nines.

                          A constant crave to consecrate
                          within my own burning fire
                          obliquity and nothingness
                          never could find the desire
                          conformity and null judgement
                          never made residence within
                          accomplishing a complete harvest
                          finish where you begin
                          ---self achieve--self believe--
                          ---self achieve--self divinity--
                          grow where you're planted
                          and reap within your lessons learned
                          your fullest harvest
                          will come when you step back and yearn
                          grow where you're planted
                          and reap within you lessons learned
                          your self arrival
                          will come of bliss and pride you've earned

                          To the nines

                          A steadfast need to open and feed
                          fullfillment in my own mind
                          emptiness nad malevolence
                          never could secure or bind
                          abhorrence and bitterness
                          is like the blind leading the blind
                          accomplishing a full harvest
                          percieve within and you will find
                          ---self achieve--self believe--
                          ---self achieve--self divinity--
                          grow where you're planted
                          and reap within your lessons learned
                          your fullest harvest
                          will come when you step back and yearn
                          grow where you're planted
                          and reap within you lessons learned
                          your self arrival
                          will come of bliss and pride you've earned

                          To the nines
                          I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                          [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                          • Triple Shot Thursday; Alice Cooper

                            The Black Widow
                            Alice Cooper




                            These words he speaks are true, we're all humanary stew if,
                            We don't pledge allegiance to The Black Widow.
                            The horror that he brings, the horror of his sting,
                            The unholiest of kings, The Black Widow.
                            Our minds will be his toy,
                            And every girl and boy will learn to be employed by The Black Widow.

                            Love him, yes, we love him, love him, yes, we love him.

                            He sits upon his throne and picks at all the bones of his,
                            Husbands and his wives he's devoured.
                            He stares with a gleam, with a laugh so obscene,
                            At the virgins and the children he's deflowered.

                            Love him, yes, we love him, love him, yes, we love him.

                            Our thoughts are hot and crazed, our brains are webbed in haze,
                            Of mindless senseless daze, The Black Widow.
                            These words he speaks are true, we're all humanary stew,
                            If we don't pledge allegiance to The Black Widow.

                            ----------------------------------------------------------

                            This one is for Ming.

                            Welcome To My Nightmare
                            Alice Cooper


                            Welcome to my nightmare
                            I think you're gonna like it
                            I think you're gonna feel like you belong
                            A nocturnal vacation
                            Unnecessary sedation
                            You want to feel at home 'cause you belong

                            Welcome to my nightmare
                            Welcome to my breakdown
                            I hope I didn't scare you
                            That's just the way we are when we come down
                            We sweat and laugh and scream here
                            'cuz life is just a dream here
                            You know inside you feel right at home here

                            Welcome to my breakdown
                            Whoa
                            You're welcome to my nightmare
                            Yeah

                            Welcome to my nightmare
                            I think you're gonna like it
                            I think you're gonna feel that you belong
                            We sweat laugh and scream here
                            'cuz life is just a dream here
                            You know inside you feel right at home here
                            Welcome to my nightmare
                            Welcome to my breakdown
                            Yeah

                            --------------------------------------------------------
                            And one of my personal favorites, reflective of the attitude ACS has helped me develop.

                            No More Mister Nice Guy
                            Alice Cooper



                            I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
                            'Til they got a hold of me.
                            I opened doors for little old ladies,
                            I helped the blind to see.
                            I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
                            They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
                            And I'm feeling mean.

                            No more Mister Nice Guy,
                            No more Mister Clean,
                            No more Mister Nice Guy,
                            They say he's sick, he's obscene.

                            I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
                            They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
                            And I'm feeling mean.

                            No more Mister Nice Guy,
                            No more Mister Clean,
                            No more Mister Nice Guy,
                            They say he's sick, he's obscene.

                            My dog bit me on the leg today.
                            My cat clawed my eyes.
                            Ma's been thrown out of the social circle,
                            And dad has to hide.
                            I went to church incognito.
                            When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
                            He recognized me,
                            And punched me in the nose.
                            No more Mister Nice Guy,
                            No more Mister Clean,
                            No more Mister Nice Guy,
                            They say he's sick, he's obscene.






                            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                            • Stand
                              Sly & The Family Stone




                              Stand
                              In the end you'll still be you
                              One that's done all the things you set out to do
                              Stand
                              There's a cross for you to bear
                              Things to go through if you're going anywhere
                              Stand
                              For the things you know are right
                              It s the truth that the truth makes them so uptight
                              Stand
                              All the things you want are real
                              You have you to complete and there is no deal
                              Stand. stand, stand
                              Stand. stand, stand
                              Stand
                              You've been sitting much too long
                              There's a permanent crease in your right and wrong
                              Stand
                              There's a midget standing tall
                              And the giant beside him about to fall
                              Stand. stand, stand
                              Stand. stand, stand
                              Stand
                              They will try to make you crawl
                              And they know what you're saying makes sense and all
                              Stand
                              Don't you know that you are free
                              Well at least in your mind if you want to be

                              Everybody
                              Stand, stand, stand
                              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                              • for my namesake...

                                self bias resistor, fear factory.


                                Hey you! Wake up!
                                open your swollen eyes
                                Erosion invades your mind
                                A cancer that grows over time

                                Hey you! Rise up!
                                Rise to fight, eliminate
                                Burn your fuse to detonate
                                The human machines of hate

                                All these years they've tried to break you
                                To your knees
                                Anger scours right through your veins
                                Now it's time to put an end
                                To all the lies
                                Now it's time to take control
                                Of your life

                                Wake up! Rise up!
                                Open minds will dominate
                                Burn your fuse to detonate
                                The human machines of hate

                                All these years they've tried to break you
                                To your knees
                                Anger scours right through your veins
                                Now it's time to put an end
                                To all the lies
                                Now it's time to take control
                                Of your life


                                Hypocrisy
                                You can't believe
                                Machines of hate
                                A disease that infiltrates

                                Persist for resistance
                                Resist their insolence
                                You are a dissident
                                Burn away conformity

                                All these years they've tried to break you
                                To your knees
                                Anger scours right through your veins
                                Now it's time to put an end
                                To all the lies
                                Now it's time to take control
                                Of your life


                                They have tried to break you
                                I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                                [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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