Russian ties, it's fake news Financial lies, it's fake news Pussy grabber, it's fake news Twitter rambler, its fake news Give him a nobel prize Good people on both sides Blue and red are just alike Just subscribe on face book and hit like The things you hear, the things that spark relief People forget facts, and cling to belief You like counter grows, with every headline share But you fail to check your own facts, the conversation goes no where Network coverage, it's fake news Tweets & interviews, it's fake news Print media, it's fake news Past comments, it's fake news Some day you gotta choose Where you get support for your views Until we all face these facts, no one gets their country back The things you know, the things you believe Are supported or distorted, by the media machine We have to live in reality, not an fever dream Think for yourself, reject your smartphone screen Misquotations, that’s “real”news Conspiracy theories, that’s “real” news Alternative facts, that’s “real” news Whatever makes you smiles, that’s “real” news Branded marketing, and click-bait pandering Are a tactic of from on high, to keep us pacified The things that you’re taught, and the things that you learn Clash inside your brain, until you don’t know who to spurn Stop swallowing the party line, the feel good refrain Think for yourself, or else you’re going to go insane Women's rights, that's real news Secular government, that's real news Killing racism, that's real news Class equality, that's real news This isn't body politic, or leftist leftist rhetoric It's just a fucking science fact and there's no way you can dispute that

Old Ed Gein was a weird sort of guy Pretty quiet and more than a little shy All alone in the families old farm Who'd expected he'd do anyone harm Digging up graves late at night Picking the bits that were just right Completing rituals so their spirits don't roam People thought he was slow and kinda dull He just liked eating beans from a skull Old Ed loved to play with the dead But it went to his head He couldn't let the women go So he had to become Psycho Old Ed killer number one His crime was having too much fun Old Ed killer number one His crime was having too much fun Mamma always loved Eddie best When she died he lovingly put her to rest Mothers love was the only kind he had known He'd make her proud now he was on his own Plainfield was to be the scene For Geins macabre horrific dream 1957 Bernice Worden disappeared Ed's behavior tipped off people's fear Old Ed loved to play with the dead But it went to his head He couldn't let the women go So he had to become Psycho Old Ed killer number one His crime was having too much fun Old Ed killer number one His crime was having too much fun The police gathered out in force Driving down histories chosen course Searching the near deserted estate In the kitchen they saw Worden's fate She was eviscerated like a dead deer Her head in a box, heart on the stove Belts of nipples, scalps on the walls Mother’s favorite chair patched up with human flesh The box of noses down the hall Old Ed loved to play with the dead But it went to his head He couldn't let the women go So he had to become psycho Old Ed killer number one His crime was having too much fun Old Ed killer number one His crime was having too much fun Eddy was a bad boy but he did his best Stacks of porn and crime novels the place was a mess Ed passionately confessed his crimes Sent to the loony bin doing time He died in 1984 Through our memory he'll live forever more He died in 1984 The memory he'll live forever more Old Ed loved to play with the dead But it went to his head He couldn't let the women go So he had to become psycho Old Ed killer number one His crime was having too much fun Old Ed killer number one His crime was that he had too much fun

I'm a poor junior trying to get through high school Family can't pay for college, what can I do The Recruiter in my lunch hall says he knows a way. If I join up the military will pay all the way just sign up today Caus the land of the free needs fodder just like me To be used up for old white men's egos and greed Those that make it back are outsiders in their land Or traumatized for killing other poor men On command Spill their blood On the sand Once schools over I'm straight into boot camp My units great they absolutely have my back Well once I was hazed and proved I wasn't a fag Now I'm ready to put those shit-stains in a bag Toss the mag Light up and take a Drag Caus the land of the free needs fodder just like me To be used up for old white men's egos and greed Those that make it back are outsiders in their land Or traumatized for killing other poor men On command Spill their blood On the sand I dropped out college because of the ghosts in my head Now I'm back home with my girl and my gun under my bed I'm begging for an excuse to claim self defense It's my slice and I'm gonna stand my ground A death mound Que the mushroom cloud Caus the land of the free needs fodder just like me To be used up for old white men's egos and greed Those that make it back are at best outsiders in their land Or traumatized for killing other poor men On command Spill their blood On the sand My american future must be bright and white With my military training I'm ready to join the fight Cause an alpha wolf has to protect his pack And I already got her on kid number four There will be more Sign em' up for the core Caus the land of the free needs fodder just like me To be used up for old white men's egos and greed Those that make it back are at best outsiders in their land Or traumatized for killing other poor men On command Spill their blood On the sand

The supreme court is coming around Taking away women's rights, misery compounds The bigots used to be underground Now the masks are off in politics, power abounds They say it's crazy that this could happen here But it doesn't affect me now so there's nothing to fear Enough talk about what's left of your rights Now it's time to talk about how we're gonna fight You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom, don't let them take Your fucking rights away I know things seems hopeless and vain The masses squabbles while corporations make all the gains The american dream ended up a lie So now you don't know what to do why even try Because there's future worth striving for But it can't be built on commerce it has to be built on more Y'all talk about your indelible rights but if you don't defend them they ain't got no bite You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom, don't let them take Your fucking rights away The future is looking pretty rough And the last thing we want to hear is you gotta be tough We’re all struggling day to day And with every news story it gets a little gray This is the shining city on a hill How can such a place exist when women can't even get the pill When you bank on being saved by society Then you gotta protect everyone not just me, me, me, me You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom until you need it But when they take it you’re gonna fucking feel it You don't notice freedom, don't let them take Your fucking rights away

Covid's coming lock down's in effect It's OK order groceries direct People out there fighting for TP I planned ahead so that won't happen to me The world outside is falling a part Why not spend some time working on my art Cruising social media, liking dank memes Time to binge anything that I can stream. The days roll on, it's the same old song Laundry's not done, caus I see no one Dirty dishes pile, it's been a while Since I felt well, in my private hell Cause I give up, give up Because it's tough This isolation Is gonna fuck you up Months go by in the blink of an eye I barely notice as I polish off my Rye When did I last take a bath Who the fuck cares, why bother with the math Pacing the walls with no where to go If I died during lockdown would anyone know I need these thoughts out of my head It's been hours I just want to go to bed The days roll on, it's the same old song Laundry's not done, caus I see no one Dirty dishes pile, it's been a while Since I felt well, in my private hell Cause I give up, give up Because it's tough This isolation Is gonna fuck you up I've watched all i can stand, I've drank all I dare The ticking of the clock reminds me I can't go anywhere And I don't know what to do, I'm always full of dread I couldn't even tell you why I bother getting out of bed I don’t know who to call, do I even have friends The walls are closing in and I think I'm finally going round the bend The days roll on, it's the same old song Laundry's not done, caus I see no one Dirty dishes pile, it's been a while Since I felt well, in my private hell Cause I give up, give up Because it's tough This isolation Is gonna fuck you up

We started dancing in the dark You pressed against me, I saw your mark A blood-doll a poor soul enslaved Or a pale reflection of the species she betrayed She takes my hand and whisks me away This is what I've waited for, time to be brave We walk and talk, the fog kissing our hair Wandering empty streets to nowhere She drags me down the alley, rough brick on my skin I gotta keep my wits about me, for when it begins Tongues twist, fingers knead I bite her neck, she begs me to make her bleed Her touch is enthralling, the moans cloud my mind All of a sudden i hear something from behind I try to turn, but her legs grip tight Cold clammy hands on my throat now it's time to fight He slams me against the wall, ribs crack as i fall Claws on my throat, gleam in his eye Then i feel the stake rip inside Another night, like centuries past The ticking of the clock, how long will this curse last I've seen cities rise, and crumble to dust Spilled rivers of tears, watched blood turn to rust The loneliness crushes, what's left of my soul This never ending thirst takes its toll The neon lights greet me like an old friend Blood rushing, the siren's call never ends Creeping through the shadows, my hunger grows I met him at a dingy punk rock show He takes me home, we talk till near dawn We embrace, and the emptiness inside me is gone So warm to the touch, flush with life My jaw starts to ache I can't handle the strife It's so fragile, and yet so real I just want what he has, just need to feel He slips between my thighs, I feel so alive I think control yourself, let him survive Then I feel my fangs rip inside These souls have been circling the drain for years Wrapped up in pain, drowned in tears Hunter, hunted, a distinction obscene When both end in bloodshed who cares for means She plays coy, he plays charm This eternal waltz will only bring harm Sticking to the shadows, the dangerous game begins Her laughter tinkles, he can't help but grin This time feels different, but do they realize They both are playing roles they secretly despise One yearns for a love stolen in it's prime The other for a distraction from the march of time He fumbles in his pockets, hands grasping wood She licks her teeth, his heart beats strong and good Close together the moment is about to arrive Only one can walk away who's got the will to survive He pulls the stake, her fangs descend Locked together, this could be the end Eyes wide open as they both feel something tear inside

Freedom rains down from the sky A new resource war we need to justify Train the next generation to happily die We'll give the bombs to kids Third world needs to bow to our authority Gotta keep feeding our oligarchy Make the poor forget they're the majority We'll give the bombs to kids We'll give the bombs to kids Fear of the other is our weapon A diet of fear and Armageddon Stoke the fires of national pride Take the Geneva convention for a ride As long as people at home can consume They don't care if the rest of the world is doomed All opposition we'll be rid if We give the bombs to kids We'll give the bombs to kids Freedom rain down from the sky A new resource war we need to justify Train the next generation to happily die We'll give the bombs to kids Third world needs to bow to our authority Gotta keep feeding our oligarchy Make the poor forget they're the majority We'll give the bombs to kids We'll give the bombs to kids No matter where you go or hide Our drones will find you and end your sad life The American empire, it needs to grow We'll destroy your culture & turn into a TV show That's the cost of business I hope you understand, Now obey our every command We'll give the bombs to kids We'll give the bombs to kids Freedom rain down from the sky A new resource war we need to justify Train the next generation to happily die We'll give the bombs to kids Third world needs to bow to our authority Gotta keep feeding our oligarchy Make the poor forget they're the majority We'll give the bombs to kids We'll give the bombs to kids We'll give the bombs We'll give the bombs We'll give the bombs to kids

Bitching and moaning that you can't get a job Crying that's your paycheck that a foreigner robbed Generations of squatters setting shop up for years Pump up the nationalism to bolster the fears We've been taking immigrants for ages and ages But now we're letting them put kids in cages That happened before my time, so it’s not the same We meddle in their affairs, but we’re not to blame What do you do when your arguments become cliche What do you do when your arguments become cliche Who are you really when you strip the niceness away Who are you really when you strip the niceness away The shit coming out of your mouth is nothing new It's been around for centuries, trust me I'm a jew We go into other countries and mess with their states Then when the refugees show up we close up the gates You act as if you have a claim to the land But you know the USA is built on first nation sand. What do you do when your arguments become cliche What do you do when your arguments become cliche Who are you really when you strip the niceness away Who are you really when you strip the niceness away I know they don't really teach these things at school So I'll give a little history lesson to you For a 150 years Europe held top immigrant ranks War depleted our workforce so businesses talked to banks Spanish labor kept our nation, fed and making guns That we sell to the cartels to shoot their sons We brought them here but it was before my time So not winning the birth lottery is now considered a crime? What do you do when your arguments become cliche What do you do when your arguments become cliche Who are you really when you strip the niceness away Who are you really when you strip the niceness away This dedication to borders I'll never understand A hegemonic system to maintain dominance It's the 21st fucking century, we're a global community But sure the real problem is people with colored skin Because when it's caucasians you don't say anything What do you do when your arguments become cliche What do you do when your arguments become cliche Who are you really when you strip the niceness away Who are you really when you strip the niceness away

You've had enough, just watching from the side Time to stand up and be counted, wave your protest sign A sea of angry voices, the masses becoming one Between you and your rights, is a cop with a gun All of a Sudden, the blue line starts to advance Gas is deployed, you're free speech never stood a chance They tell you to disperse, but they won't let you go They've kettled you in, welcome to the shit show The crowd starts to panic, the bloc tries to hold the line They start shooting rubber bullets, the mace makes you blind suddenly your protest is unlawful, your protections stripped away You pissed the pigs off & now they're gonna make you pay All of a Sudden, the blue line starts to advance Gas is deployed, you're free speech never stood a chance They tell you to disperse, but they won't let you go They've kettled you in, welcome to the shit show You're free to leave, if you let them your ID If you blocked up, it won't be so easy The media sides up with the police and the state Those who were arrested, you'll never learn their fate All of a Sudden, the blue line starts to advance Gas is deployed, you're free speech never stood a chance They tell you to disperse, but they won't let you go They've kettled you in, welcome to the shit show Cut to 2020, ACAB falls back on this trick Terrifying civilians, their fascist tactics make you sick They say it’s to maintain peace, they’re here to save the day They pissed us peasants off, now let’s make some blue lives fucking pay All of a Sudden, the blue line starts to advance Gas is deployed, you're free speech never stood a chance They tell you to disperse, but they won't let you go They've kettled you in, welcome to the shit show Later that night, Nazi's terrorize the streets See proud boys having a beer, with off duty police Antifa and leftists are arrested on sight Next time hope for a protest but prepare for a fight

They were captured, off the ivory coast Shoved on ships, by their white devil hosts Chained together, shipped across the seas Those that survived, were rewarded with slavery Whipped and starved, far from their homes Treated like beasts, but they were not alone They had their faith And it was strong Legba heard their pleas To right all their wrongs Tonight I'm gonna let the Loa ride Tonight I'm gonna let the spirits inside Tonight I'm gonna feel them move through me Tonight I'm gonna crown Baron Samedi In the Bayous, hear the rhythm of the drums Spilt blood, mixed with dark spiced rum Carved bones and fetishes, adorn the alter space A copse of dead trees, mark the sacred place Coffin nails, and gravedigger spades Ensure, that the pacts that were made They used the saints To fool their masters With the Ghede's Help Gonna punish those aweful bastards Tonight I'm gonna let the Loa ride Tonight I'm gonna let the spirits inside Tonight I'm gonna feel them move through me Tonight I'm gonna crown Baron Samedi A new millenium, but the gods are still here Seeking vessels, so they can re-appear Top hat and tails, a properly dressed offering Willing to be ridden, for the gifts the dead bring The Veve cast, the ritual has begun So let’s, have a little fun At the Cemetary The party begins Drinkin', Fuckin' and Laughin' Make the dead live again Tonight I'm gonna let the Loa ride Tonight I'm gonna let the spirits inside Tonight I'm gonna feel them move through me Tonight I'm gonna crown Baron Samedi

In our little town, nothing happens here We all love each other, there’s nothing to fear We know everything our neighbors do Piss us off, we’re coming after you Rooting through your trash, digging up the yard Gossip behind your back, it’s not so hard Every Sunday, we all go to church The perfect town as long as you don’t search But behind the patchwork of the American flag The truth festers like an old wound gone bad homelessness and corrupt cops who kick the shit Out of anyone out after dark you never hear about it Racism and classism flood the sunny suburban streets The life of a small town it can’t be beat We got a bar, a store and a town hall Business booms with the tourists in the fall When the liberal freaks come up from the city We chase their kind off, show them no pity Fuck those punks, pagans, leftists and queers ‘Cause we have out god and we have our steers Our little town is the best it can be With our white-picket cage you’ll never need to be free When the lights go out and the curtains close All those little secrets we like to expose Sexual deviancy, drug dependency and a whole lot more Keep your head down on your way to the liquor store Husband slaps his wife, adults molest kids The guilt and cost of our lie we just can’t be rid Mow your lawn and wash your car Middle-management job you’ve come far Keep the lie strong, big and alive You’re just a bee in the stepford hive If someone disrupts the peace of the town Tear them up and burn em’ to the ground Caus this town is a fine, fine place Say “morning’ Neighbor” with a smile on your face Caus this town is a fine, fine place Say “morning’ Neighbor” with a smile on your face Caus this town is a fine, fine place Say “morning’ Neighbor” with a smile on your face Say “morning’ Neighbor” with a smile on your face Say “morning’ Neighbor” with a smile on your face Say “morning’ Neighbor” with a smile on your face Say “morning’ Neighbor” with a smile on your face

9 hours a day, 45 a week, 180 a month 2,160 a year If you started at 16 that's 108,000 hours of your life Exchanging your time, for money that's fake To buy things to eat, and shit you don't need Distractions galore, and a place to sleep Trapped cogs in the machine You're friends and family, are a sweet memory A slave to your boss When they're slaves themselves You’ve been added to the daily grind You tell yourself it’s just the daily grind Your part of the daily grind Our time on this planet, is finite and small Yet spend so much of it, working for nothing at all And when you retire, you think the rat race will end But the cost of life keeps growing And you're to old to fight So are you going to spend it as a wage slave Or stand up & refuse to cave This is your life, it's the only one you have Will they work you to death Or will you curse them with your last breath For the daily grind Get chewed up for the daily grind It's fine honey it's the daily grind This is the life that they sold you on This is the life that they sold you on This is the life that they sold you on This is the life that they sold you on Is this what you're here for Slaving away while the bosses make more Or will you take a stand and say I won't be part of your daily grind It's just another daily grind Your part of the daily grind 9 hours a day, 45 a week, 180 a month 2,160 a year. 108,000 hours of your life, you fed to be part of the daily grind.