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Rotted
01:45
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Tent cities line the streets. The stench of shit in summer heat. The civilization rotted before it could ripen. Tent cities line the streets. Huddled masses discarded like meat. The grip of famine begins to tighten.
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Rivers of Blood
02:03
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Demand curve price point. Nothing can dehumanize more clearly than plutocrats. Raping the planet with quantified equations of inequality and brutality: the utility maximum underpinning our world. Millions suffer, bled to death by rivers of market blood. What is legitimate business? Extortion, racketeering, siphoning money from taxpayers through loopholes. Enriching themselves; bureaucratic deadlock. Rivers of blood.
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The Mirror
01:34
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What better example of self hatred than the invisible boogeyman we vilify to cover up our desperation? Illusory globalist flat earth vaccine oppression. The mirror of self-realization. The horrors of self-hatred. The hopelessness of existence. The futility of resistance. Delusions of adequacy. The real nightmare is waking up alive.
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Isolating Madness
01:47
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Skull is pounding, alone in bed. Awake from nightmare in feverish sweat. Isolating madness. Eyeballs throbbing, alone in bed. Awake from nightmare in feverish sweat. Isolating madness.
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On the Gallows
01:25
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Forty-five years: inflation and stagnant wages, for a pile of differentiated labels. Buy my loyalty with craft beer, the cigarettes: the curated tastes of each consumer segment. Market us your system: the sum of economic activity, the supply-side god. Worship the market and bring us
Into your temple of shit. Stakeholder value choking the life out of my will to exist. Supply-side shadow executioners wrapping the noose tight. Dropping the floorboards. Every single life has a price. On the gallows!
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Desperation Guaranteed
02:07
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Wombs are factories for future consumers. Let the reactionary rush flow through you. Redistribute the unwanted children to abusive foster parents. Cycle of trauma, stamp out any hope. Secure the food dumpsters from the children to guarantee desperation, so a generation of sick, obese workers can suffer minimum wage. Until robots render us passive consumers, still to be vilified by the elites. In order to win another political term to reproduce the same murderous structures for generations. Thrones of blood. Awash in moral sanctity. Shame on those who don’t pay their debts. Bullets and teargas for the ones who resist. Thrones of blood. Bullets and teargas.
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Atrophying Slowly
01:55
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A hellish fucking nightmare: the perpetuation of terror and destruction. Mindless jingoist, racist, chauvinist drivel spun, gasoline on the fire. Perpetuating the status quo. Cyclical elite criminal families co-opting reform nominally. Dehumanizing billions, murdering millions. Nominal party lines. Gangrenous institutions. Atrophying slowly: their god, their country, their glory: bathed in blood.
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The Great Betrayal
02:12
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Thin blue line of shit. Fascist state, capitalist sheen. Institutionalized genocide: brown skin to law to prison to execution. The racist hellish reality. Enslaved free labor, panoptical discipline Laying bare the gruesome foundation: privatized, racialized “progress.” Complicit media awash in revenue parrot the “riots” through half-windsor knots of death. Institutional echo chamber doublethink. Regurgitation of domination. Blueshirts and iron cages. Sterilization and authoritarian raids. The great American betrayal: racialized privatized slavery.
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Attack the nurse, besiege the hospital. You fear your own mortality. The individual freedom to consume is so powerful, nothing–not even death–will halt this steamroller of progress. We will sacrifice millions of lives for one bucket of piss: a sliver of GDP, a guess. Production possibilities frontier bullshit. Economic growth for the ruthless. A body pile. Collateral damage. Days and nights of endless butchery.
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Who's Next (Inepsy)
02:19
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A nuclear nightmare is haunting our dreams. Charged on civilizations, an atomic disease. Remember Hiroshima. Remember Nagasaki. Who's next? What about USA, Korea, Iraq? More new same old stories that people cannot win. Same wave of destruction. Same wave of fear. We're sitting on a bomb that no one can win.
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Rotting Hammer Cincinnati, Ohio
D-beat metalpunk for the diehard freaks! 🍺
Kevin: drums
Zach: guitar
Landis: bass
Eric: vocals
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