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Rock and roll rebels
Pop culture drones
Share the frequency
Replication hones
Individuality through emulation
Reach enlightenment via masturbation
Fashionable outcasts fall in line
The best put aloofness suits to the test
Precisely sheared rags in black buy state of mind off the rack
Mass-produced alternative thought strains
Culture uniformity is what we gain
Button down a tie-clad muted look
Reflect on the false without a hook
Attach your polystyrene head enhancement
Blatant conformity
Ego advancement
Rock and roll rebels
Pop culture drones
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Unfolding flab in every direction
Remove filter expose connection
Technology divulges one perception
Skew point of view it is deception
Absorption of self through replication
No flock to leave we are regurgitation
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Entertainment As A Chore
02:33
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Insecurity powers this mandatory disco floor
Don't know what they want but they want more
Plumes of smoke billow up the collective cavity
Forever expanding egos lacking gravity
Pine for pseudo cordial autopilots
Robotically applaud
Kill off the quiet
Calluses collide in a wraith of a room
Sent of spent spirits
Reminiscent of doom
Entertainment as a chore
Courtesy dance to the door
Closing minds at 12:00
Heighten indifference with ancient rock
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Kick up the clouds of radioactive dust
On scorched earth blades tend to rust
Race for water on spinning wheels
No control of blistering, dig in your heels
Strap on salvation, it's all that remains
Navigate the fallout, inertia dulls the pain
Primitive gangs of the future roll till the end
I hear a rumble around the apocalyptic bend
Pirouette the bones of civilization
Glide through the remnants of man's creation
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Half-polyester protection
Outside element suppression
Shiny metal zipper secures my secrets inside
My sickly torso hidden under half cotton hide
My armor is soft and warm
My armor is easily torn
Built in hood renders me anonymous
Never take it off cause I'm so self conscious
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Mattress Medium
03:18
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Communicate with the spirits of the dead
By creaking the springs in your bed
I exist only in repetition
Re-treading every tile in the kitchen
Graft my body to your back
Absorb the nutrients that I lack
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Leaf Blower Armada
02:37
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Fight back the filth
It's a never-ending battle
Round up dust bunnies like inanimate cattle
Cut down the cob webs
Wake the mites from there beds
Don't let debris reclaim its space
Cement must retain its barren face
Cover up the scent of progression with artificial ocean breeze
Tell me why is mother nature such a torturous tease
Don't nurture particles left behind
With broom in hand, there's peace of mind
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Limited ability radiates deep within the pores
Devoting our existence to closing musical doors
Vibrations in the air all feel the same
Repetition is the name of the game
We plug ourselves into an electrified tap
Cling to the delusion there is something left to sap
You see our movements before they are made
Thanks to the diagram on top of which we played
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Box In A Box
03:08
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Box in a box flickers blue light
This consciousness fits too tight
Harvesting microscopic life between the folds
A thick layer of indifference keeps out the cold
Working on getting famous by sitting in this chair
Trying to extract finance from a powerful stare
Productivity at an all time high
Internal organs shifting
Don't even have to try
I develop bedsores like there is no tomorrow
I stay very still to keep my head full of sorrow
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Karaoke Death Machine
01:39
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Crushing negative space has created your slouch
A residue of loose change has ruined the couch
Dying breath amplified put to pre-recorded tones
A pop hit with an upbeat tempo
Mixed with sorrowful moans
Up up down down left right left right B A select start
Dust bunnies congregate
Try to stifle the sounds with a sonic blast of mediocrity
The music abounds
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Fun With Shapes
02:08
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Floaters floating in my line of sight
Spots attacking close in tight
Parallel lines smash into my face
Out of my mind and into...
Organic shapes are cut to fit
I am cubed from where I sit
Head absorbed into my chest
As a square I look my best
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