1. |
Pleasure Deficit
03:40
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Whose pleasure do you refuse?
Whose pleasure do you deny?
Whose pleasure do you value?
Whose pleasure do you provide?
Whose pleasure from the object of your affection?
Whose pleasure from your gaze’s direction?
Whose pleasure from the focus of your attention?
Whose pleasure from your supposed connection?
Whose pleasure?
Whose pleasure?
Whose pleasure?
Whose pleasure?
Is it mine?
Is it yours?
Is it theirs?
Is it ours?
Shouldn’t it be equal?
Shared between all
Rather than forced
Backed against a wall
Equal for me
Equal for you
You’ve got your weapons
We’ve got our wounds
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2. |
Hex
04:58
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Your oracular observation
A moonless night
Riding besom on the wind
Above the treetops
Hooded in black robes
With glittering charms to tame
I part the clouds
I part the mists
Slithering across the floor
A serpentine spectre
Tempted by the devil
Uncontrolled tongues
I’ll put a spell on you
Of fits and disease
Burn at the stake for it
You’ll burn me at the stake for it
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Lies
03:06
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Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
You tell me lies lies lies
You told me that
I’m a girl
most important thing
in the fucking world
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
You tell me lies lies lies
You say that what’s
between my legs
Determines what I
do with my brain
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
You tell me lies lies lies
You give no choices
only limitations
Rules to follow
based on station
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
You tell me lies lies lies
You treat me like
I’m confused
As if you know me
better than I do
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
You tell me lies lies lies
Couldn’t you see
Me as a human instead?
Valuable for reasons
Other than my sex
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
You tell me lies lies lies
You say that what’s
between my thighs
Dictates what I
do with my life
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
Lies lies lies
You tell me lies lies lies
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4. |
Eulogy
02:07
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my abuser is dead
from the poison he bled
once my abuser was dead
the masses, crying and sad
but the memories i had
of his blows to my head
kept me smiling instead
‘cause my abuser is dead
now my abuser is dead
but the words that he said
are alive in my head
not the eulogy you read
it washed out the red
and my feelings of dread
no longer in bed
‘cause my abuser is dead
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5. |
Everything's Fine?
03:14
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Who are you?
Who am I?
You say we’re equal,
But ask yourself why
Won’t you continue
To put up a fight?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Do you believe
That everything’s fine?
That racism’s gone?
That racism died?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Not everyone
Can reach for the sky
It’s not as simple
As making a try
Who are you
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
The messages that you
Have internalized
Make you believe
Make you despise
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
From what you imply
Your views do align
With supremacist tropes
That you don’t realize
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
You hear the anger
And you hear the cries
But you continue
To push them aside
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Break free from the guise
And the ties that bind
Break free from the lies
That poison your mind
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Stop your attempts
To negate and deny
So we can finally
See eye to eye
Who are you?
Who am I?
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ZE Chicago, Illinois
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///Recommended if you like bringing an end to normative, apolitical punk.
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