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Matter Of Opinion
01:42
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Lets treat opinion as fact. Neglecting objective insight.
My choler exhausted my tact. Brazen, impudent, malign,
It seems they’re frail by design, these structures built on lies
And facile illation surmised by low IQ and ignorant minds.
If I could be as fucking blunt as I like for just a sec, I’d like to
Point out, you’re all inept and frankly worthless.
A victim act played by a fool, beliefs attacked by opposing views.
Back and forth and back and forth and nothing happens
Nothing fucking works!
A victim act played by a fool, beliefs attacked by different fucking views.
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Pilot
02:44
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The difference is skin deep, no muddied veins. Under the flesh and meat we’re all the same.
Just break your back to show your belly’s star. Dissociate for they have none on thars.
A divide in class.
We are alive but it won’t last forever, we are alive and it won’t last forever.
So what’s the purpose? Aren’t we all worse off?
And when the man comes with his tattoo gun he’ll start a business attracting you cunts
Just like flies.
And when you go inside to get your star removed just from a point of pride equality ensues
And when you look at me, stare at me with those vacant eyes, we are alive.
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Asparagus
02:38
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I hate politics and throwing up. I hate asparagus and parents who don’t give a fuck.
Sitting on my hands all day, I like ease. There’s nothing more I wanna say, so just please stop.
I hate mushrooms, it’s a fucking fungus. I don’t understand how you eat that shit.
You say you wanna play music? Well that’s your lifestyle choice.
You either live here in silence or you die with a voice.
Sitting on my hands all day, I like ease. There’s nothing more I wanna say so just please
Stop. Now I feel the open air on my skin as I prepare myself for nothing at all.
This life, summed up as boring dull and dim. Not mine, I’m content with sitting around. Abound like an item stuck in lost and found. Round right down the qualities of sight and sound and quit your whinging spiel, You’ve got sex appeal. It’s over not the end.
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Soapbox
05:02
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“I’d like to see you walk a fucking inch in my shoes after I lose the supporting of my soles I bet your feet would fucking bleed. Mine are callused hard and I’ve no regard for the shards of glass along my current path.”
And yet you don’t have a fucking clue of what it’s like to be abandoned or to have a hole in your soul. Neither do I but at least I don’t sit atop my soap box whinging, no.
When I’ve seen better men stand upon theirs and become exemplars with ebullient flair,
You wane in significance, a pocket of air. Your petty griping just doesn’t compare. Even your candidness is artfully vile. A subtle way for you to practice your guile. It’s quite becoming, that look of denial, as evident as that facetious smile.
It’s almost as though you don’t have a clue. I’ve never seen a more piss poor excuse for a human than you. You’re an unreasonable man I’m sure you’ve got nothing to lose so go ahead and alienate your friends in the process too. Fuck you.
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C is for Remorse
02:28
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This is an outstanding passion, I’m not one to show restraint.
I see you vie to open your mouth, your synapses whirring but sense just wont come out.
My ears are filled with your bullshit. Racist rants, homophobic. I’m tasting blood from biting my tongue and as it drips down my chin I just blurt out, “you useless fucking scum! How does a child turn into the dickhead you’ve become?”
We don’t see eye to eye cause you’re a fuckwit. But I’m a pretty nice guy so I’ll try to be sincere when I talk about your friends and how their fuckwittery never seems to end.
I’m finding this tiring except for the anecdotes I tell my friends.
But c is for contrition and I would invite you to pre-empt yours. C is also for contrived.
C is for contrition and I would suggest to be concise but c is for contrived.
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You’re just a lot to take, all the embellishments you flaunt are fake.
You try to change yourself but I’ll debase your wealth of machiavellian vicissitudes.
Do you see what I did there? Pretentious word play works both ways.
Your vainglory’s hard to bare, so just fuck off and drink your latte.
“But wait a minute! Just hold your horses! He’s got some talent! His bands are awesome!”
But you’re forgetting he’s fucking lame, as for his music, it’s all the fucking same!
His songs are too conventional. The overt lust for adulation. It’s all in the hipster’s manual on page 15 above the part that states; “you’ve got to feel it not prove that you can.”
You’ve got to feel it now prove that you can.
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61 Percent
04:39
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Lo and behold! Yet another public instance of the powers at be still trying their best to justify their confirmation bias. Standing still is the name of their game and they play it so efficiently. And I’m so fucking done with listening to every fucker whinge on and on about their reservations when it comes to change, when in the end, they’ll forget the difference in the first place. But this life is trying sometimes I’m surprised I haven’t succumbed yet. But with all this bullshit it does feel nice to be in the 61%. Yet progress will be marred.
Let’s all just argue until the cows come home and then until they’re long dead and just a pile of bones. It’s clear that affluence is a prerequisite to see disparity and not giving a shit. I think I’ll fucking split.
Not mine not yours. Not yours not ours. Just take it all. Just take it all and they’ll give nothing back!
But this life is trying sometimes I’m surprised that I haven’t succumbed yet. But with all this bullshit it does feel nice to be in the 61%.
But with every triumph comes a reminder that this was once like hell.
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Ablation
02:30
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And I’ll ponder existence as often as I dare. My thoughts range from what is life to what shirt should I wear.
And I’ll tell you fucking now, my ablation from life will be met with no fanfare. And our minds are well endowed, consternation is rising depression is everywhere.
And it seems that the older I get, with insight obtained from my experience, the more im losing hope that this melancholic life will let me safe and sound.
At what cost should I measure the weight of this pressure, a sadness to resound?
It goes unsatisfied and I wonder why. It seems unrelated but I’m terrified, yeah I’m terrified.
With millions afflicted it hasn’t affected me yet. I guess it’s just a matter of time, taking all bets.
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Strayan Man
01:16
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I’m an Australian man and so I speak with an Australian accent.
I’m an Australian man and so I say the word cunt a lot.
I’m an Australian man and so I sing with an Australian accent.
I’m an Australian man, you’ll never hear my whinge about what I haven’t got.
I’m an Australian man, apparently we’re all so easy going.
I’m an Australian man but I hate everyone who comes here by boat.
We’ve boundless plains to share but there’s racists everywhere and no one seems to care that they’re taking our jobs!
I’m an Australian man and so I speak with an Australian accent.
I’m an Australian man and so I say the word cunt a lot.
I’m an Australian man.
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Pissing Vinegar
04:36
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You stand here by representing shit opinions. Yet you’re a businessman and not fucking politician. A place of power to rally against minorities. Yeah alright dickhead, the world’s already had about enough.
Be that as it may it’s not like masses to take back power either way.
The rest of will stand in line endure, complaisant. Subservience revered, we play our hands just to follow suit.
Be that as it may, it’s not like power to fall upon such idle prey.
We’re superstitious and bad luck always comes in threes, so aquiescence won’t feel like being on our knees. My soul, invictus, and terse tone don’t fail me now. Why not evict this toupee wearing orange clown huh?
The vitriol you spit out of your fucking mouth, it seems it fucking hurts.
Leftist jeering as the right just keep on leering and I’m pissing vinegar.
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Canberra based DIY Punk / Alternative Label.
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