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As the moon took dominion
In the otherwise blackened sky
So began the night of terror
Pretention reigns!
His fedora adorns his head
Like a woven crown of filth
A carapace of second-hand garbage
Praise Hipsturbia!
On his tre-chic shaker of bones
He scans the streets to expand his court
Thrift-store squatters begging to be seen
Shunning conformity by conforming
They gather ‘round their savior
Pants too tight to properly kneel
Arms raised to show their loyalty
Pit stains shining brightly
De-lensed spectacles and ill-fitting garb
Coalescing into a pompous beast
No one is safe, for their strength is in numbers
The one percent, with the power of 99
With one word from ‘neath the twisted ‘stache
The hordes begin their ironic assault
Destruction to build their empire
Based on lethargy, a senseless war to prove they’re more than human garbage tonight
The arcades are set on fire
As fleet as foxes, a musk to match
Running down cuties death cab
The postal service turned to dust
Flames drain the neutral milk hotel
Whatever the fuck that means
Better tell the MGMT
There’s more to fear than vampires this weekend
With prayers to St. Vincent, for an efficient attack
But truly just a mess, reflective of their lives
In the name of tuneless gods they honor
Too self-absorbed to see it’s nothing but shit
As the sun peaks, carnage illuminated
The truth revealed, only their haunts assaulted
So they retire to the darkest corners
Their leader dons the garb of the Wall Street whore that he is by day
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The Walking Dead Beat
03:36
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The Walking Dead Beat
Your lack of effort sure took you a long way
Towards being useless, which you are every day
Are your talents so profound that none are worthy?
So proud to live off the naivety of strangers
Happy to squander what they’ve so proudly earned
Is luck the only thing you’ve ever mastered?
Somehow convinced that you deserve charity
So many victims adding to your spoils of war
Freeloading since the day you took your first breath
Your final will surely be stolen from another
A master taker, no gift too large to accept
But to give back would be the ultimate blasphemy
Dead beat!!
Now you’ve spawned a brood of proud failures
Too oblivious to know that their lives are shit
Carbon copies, carrying on your legacy
Knowing only how to suckle from a swollen tit
But now you wither, your body rotting all around you
A killing habit the gift you’ve given yourself
Revel in your ill-gotten gains
For they’re your legacy, so soon to be forgotten
Life as a king means so much less when you’re the jester
A joke to everyone not blinded by your “charm”
Or do you like to be reviled, feeling that it’s envy?
Pride in the ruse of success you have created
Dead beat!!
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The PriVILEged
02:22
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The PriVILEdged
A generation of self-important beggars
Born to receive and happy to accept
A taste for only that which they have never earned
But proud to flaunt the shit they’ve managed to acquire
Until that fateful day
When handouts are revoked
The giver turns the tide
The easy life is taken
A shell remains
No longer can they function
A rotting carcass
Potential effort causing decay
Arms extended, like zombies they wander
Feeling the world should be placed in their hands
Their lifeline stripped, and forced to fend
No choice but to devour those they have lived off
Attacking those who enabled
Their flaunted lethargy
Biting the hands that fed
As well as the arms and heads
But soon exhaustion sets in
Hard work taking its toll
The realization that they’re
Working for their food
They all begin to collapse, refusing to feed themselves
With none to do their bidding, they have no reason to live
As the bodies are dragged away, it’s as if they’re somehow smiling
Being catered to one final time
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Peek-A-Boo!
03:01
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