1. |
Sick Of The Scene
02:27
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Intro: Fuck Your Scene!
Verse 1.
I’m tired of the norm that’s going on today,
No one is unique, you all are the same
Taking some pills to take off my chills
Subduing my aggression and dramatic fills
Calm down, it is how it is,
Not worth a try, it won’t get fixed,
Just give in like the rest of the world,
Watch me how I make you swallow your words
Chorus:
I don’t give a fuck, I might as well lost it
I give a shit about being artistic
If that makes you think I’m another drama queen
Watch me burn down your whole fucking scene
Verse 2.
I’m tired of being told what to do,
Like every other punk across the room,
You say do this, you say do that,
Makes me want to blow a hole in my head
Calm down, it is how it is,
Not worth a try, it won’t get fixed,
Just give in like the rest of the world,
Watch me how I make you swallow your words
Chorus:
I don’t give a fuck, I might as well lost it
I give a shit about being artistic
If that makes you think I’m another drama queen
Watch me burn down your whole fucking scene
Verse 3.
Sick of the scene that tells me how to dress
Sick of the scene gatekeeping this mess
Stop giving a shit, stop caring what they say
Make your own rules and go your own way!
Sick of the scene that pleaded me to change
Dressing all up for your rebel phase
Sick of the scene that almost made me quit
Fuck your noise, I’m sick of your shit!
Chorus/Outro:
I don’t give a fuck, I might as well lost it
I give a shit about being artistic
If that makes me like another drama queen
Watch me burn down the whole fucking scene
Cause I don’t give a fuck, I have already lost it
Because I gave a shit about being artistic
Here I come, just another drama queen
Setting ablaze your whole fucking scene, boy.
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2. |
Self Sedation
02:54
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Verse 1.
Saw the ads late at night
Television took over my mind
All the hot girls right on the screen
Makes my mind turn red
Something grows it seems
Can’t believe I am that desperate
I feel like a fucking maggot
Dirty, rotten, fucked up in the seam
Pre-Chorus:
Oh my god screw it all,
Touching my self, need some help
There’s nothing wrong, fuck myself, fuck myself, fuck my-
Chorus:
Thinking of masturbation
Sex sells on the tv stations
Seduction for the ill advised
Messed up brain, ready to be ostracized
Sex deprecation
Leads to masturbation
Leads to guilt and desperation
Give me some shameless self sedation!
Shameless self sedation!
Verse 2.
Can’t help but feeling disgusted
After I rubbed and crusted
My god what is wrong with me
Masturbating till I can’t see
I’m part of the young and lonely
All these hormones raging inside of me
My parents disowned me, I’m goddamn broke
Long live for therapy T.V !
Pre-Chorus:
Oh my god screw it all,
Touching my self, need some help
There’s nothing wrong, fuck myself, fuck myself, fuck my-
Bridge:
Then I went to church,
Found help in god,
Then I met the priest
Told him all that was wrong
He preached and judged
I spoke in devil’s tongues
The goddamned forsaken son
Should’ve been aborted by the age of one!
Chorus:
Thinking of masturbation
Sex sells on the tv stations
Seduction for the ill advised
Messed up brain, ready to be ostracized
Sex deprecation
Leads to masturbation
Leads to guilt and desperation
Give me some shameless self sedation!
Chorus:
Thinking of masturbation
Sex sells on the tv stations
Seduction for the ill advised
Messed up brain, ready to be ostracized
Sex deprecation
Leads to masturbation
Leads to guilt and desperation
Give me some shameless self sedation!
Pre-Chorus/Outro:
Oh my god screw it all,
Touching my self, need some help
There’s nothing wrong, fuck myself, fuck myself, fuck myself, FUCK
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3. |
Stiff Drinks
02:16
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Verse 1.
Stiff drink, I can’t relax
Gotta get my prick wet, gotta have some sex
My dick shrinks! I’m eighty two,
Gotta get a big car gotta have an ego!
Chorus:
I don’t have no oversight
Complex and a dickhead overnight
I scream and screw everything that moves,
All the wealth that I abuse
Verse 2.
Stiff fix, Need some abuse
Need a guy that I can use, just screw loose
Bitch attitude, don’t really care
Bout the big car, just a sucker that dares!
Chorus:
I don’t have no oversight
Complex and a vampire overnight
I scream and screw everything that moves,
All the wealth that I indulge and use
Bridge (2x!)
Money, power fame sets aside the pain
Rising all the way to your irregular brain,
Socialistic, psychotic not caring anymore,
The money dollar bills are rotting at your core!
Chorus:
I don’t have no oversight
I judge everything, pretend they might
Fuck me and give some cash for the night
Selling my soul, without putting up a fight!
Outro:
We have no oversight,
The human race looks for the plight!
Do Cocaine, wealth gained, or staying the night!
What money doesn’t buy, gets shot on sight!
We have no
We have no,
We have no
We lost our oversight!
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4. |
Lack Of Personality
03:04
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Verse 1.
Providing solutions, not your forté is the reason
Whilst I understand, the ringing in my ears isn’t ceasing
You say you’ve seen all of humankind, you are the profound
You’ve seen the small, seen the big mr. know it all
Pre Chorus:
Oh aahh oh, oh aaah shut up
Chorus:
God you suck
Talk too much
Wish you would
Just shut up
If this goes
Any longer
I might just
Choke you out! (Stop Talking)
Verse 2.
You live your status through your new bought cars and houses
I wish you would see how stupid and clouded that is
Nobody will like you through your monetary worth
If you go around and pay everyone pennies like a jerk
Pre Chorus:
Oh aahh oh,
oh aaah shut up
Chorus:
God you suck
Talk too much
Wish you would
Just shut up
If this goes
Any longer
I might just
Choke you out! (Stop Talking)
Verse 3.
Always bring the tale of another learned lesson
Try to sound profound with your money excession
Always try to teach something new or cool
Brag about how you didn’t graduate school
Post – Chorus:
You never have enough
Never have enough money
Never have enough
Never have enough ladies
Never have enough
Never have enough stars
Never have enough
For me to bother who you are!
You never have enough
Never have enough tales
Never have enough
Never have enough sales
Never ever will you ever have enough
for me to bother who you are
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5. |
Deathbed Sorrows
01:37
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Verse 1.
So you rebel till time will tell
Or when you have been seen
Post in on your socials,
To live the punk fitted dream
Then you wake up to another day
Eating breakfast free,
Not everyday is a battle,
Just meaningless as you seem to be
Chorus:
Aha, Truest form of being a hypocrite
Aha, Falling apart while faking it
Everyone will just find out, for that I’m certain without doubt
Selling dirt as remedies for simple hurt, will never ever work!
Verse 2.
Casting blame, preaching shame
Till everybody knows
You’re the king of righteousness
Everyone needs to follow
Helping right, killing left,
Doesn’t matter right,
As long as you keep hiding theft
And keeping up the fight!
Chorus:
Aha, Truest form of being a hypocrite
Aha, Falling apart while faking it
Everyone will just find out, for that I’m certain without doubt
Selling dirt as remedies for simple hurt, will never ever work!
Outro:
Sellin lies, hateful lies, you’re thinking you’re the pope
Haven’te quite figured out they will hang you by the rope
Once they do, and they will, they’ll be going for the kill
Save your sorrows, no tomorrow, time to reap what has been sowed
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6. |
Kill All The Humans
02:42
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Verse 1.
Welcome to the ignorant dumb smart shit generation
Inject yourself with some fake information
We don’t care who we buy as long it turns them to our side
We don’t want to believe shit happens like the whole planet’s genocide!
Verse 2.
Welcome to the voters dumb foundations
As long as we like the leader who is dumb doesn't care about fun
So we complain about who we elected!
We off the people have selected that the planet’s bout to be destroyed!
Chorus:
We don’t care who breeds,
We don’t plant our seeds
Mass population over exceeds
It’s time to pick a new race to lead!
We don’t care what sells
Give up your brain dead cells
Stop selling condoms, we don’t need ‘em
I don’t wanna belong here anymore
Verse 2.
Have a seat while we turn on the night time news
Some kid killed his christian parents, cause he was abused
Change to channel to some panel where we talk about the stars that died of cocaine
Screw the abuse, fame being such a pain, let’s skip the channels from the mundane day to
Chorus:
We don’t care who breeds,
We don’t plant our seeds
Mass population over exceeds
It’s time to pick a new race to lead!
We don’t care what sells
Give up your brain dead cells
Stop selling condoms, we don’t need ‘em
I don’t wanna belong here anymore
Verse 3.
Some guy in the sky, plans out how we die,
We say we act good and don’t sin all the time,
But we do and it’s cool, you can’t do what we do
Selling faith like crack, the man has got our back,
Hallelujah! We believe through economy!
Long live our christianity!
Chorus:
We don’t care who breeds,
We don’t plant our seeds
Mass population over exceeds
It’s time to pick a new race to lead!
Outro:
Let the whole fucking thing
Be hit by asteroids,
We are worth a dime
To alien overlords,
Let it all burn down
To the curse marked ground
It’s time to cleanse,
Every resident
They will tie me up in white
Padded cells tonight
Cause when you scream genocide
People run and hide
Care for their own
Murder is condoned
Screw all the crippled
Mentally disabled
I don’t wanna belong here anymore.(2x)
Kill all the humans (4x)
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7. |
A Moment Of Aggression
01:19
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Verse 1.
Get get get, get away from my job
I wanna punch punch punch, punch a cop
I want to destroy destroy, destroy a bench
I want to scream some fucking sense!
Chorus:
You can’t tell me what to do anymore,
Stopped to listen to your laws like before,
They are boring, they are boring, they are boring me!
Verse 2.
Want to run run run, run away
Lay constituional laws to waste,
I feel, feel, feel agression today
Something to break the pace
Chorus:
You can’t tell me what to do anymore,
Stopped to listen to your laws like before,
They are boring, they are boring, they are boring me!
You can’t tell me to obey the rules anymore,
Stopped to listen to your laws like before,
They are boring, they are boring, they are boring me!
Even if they lock me up and throw away the key
You are boring, you are boring, you are boring me!
FUCK. FUCKING SHIT!
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