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Desperate Times
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Lock your front door, desperate times are near,
The worlds for sale and we're jacked on fear,
When the rent is late and the foods outta date,
You know what they say,
Desperate times call for desperate measures!
There's nowhere to go and nothing to do,
And it feels like the worlds out to get you,
You can turn on your t.v. and wait for ignorant bliss,
Or pick from the list of reasons to resist,
This downward slide to armageddon,
The arms of which society beckons,
These slums of apathy where we all reside,
Won't save us now, there's nowhere to hide,
And i hear these words echo from your lips,
As I read these postcards from the apocalypse,
The city's burning down,
And every breath feels like an earthquake,
Every day brings us closer to our fate,
The city's burning down!
Desperate Times call for desperate measures.
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Short man syndrome has been replaced by white man's pride,
Third reich rejects flying their flags high,
A posse of impotent, balding men,
Showing each other their bodies to prove they're masculine,
With brains the size of a baby's fist,
They'll prove their ideology still persists,
As more than a punchline to a really bad joke,
These genetic throw backs are the white man's hope,
This white genocide, something you can't abide,
But like all idiots, you chuck a tantrum cause noone pays you mind,
Will you follow, will you follow, will follow,
Will you follow your leader?
You spell reich as 'r-i-k-e',
An inability to spell shows genetic purity,
You're so right, you fell off the map,
Like in 44, when the allies beat you, and said thats a wrap.
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A future promised from the age of 6,
Knuckle down, work hard, be the piece that fits,
But everyone of us has been cut askew,
The ignition of hope never carried through,
Step up high, and drop down low,
The knot will tighten, we'll choke and chole and choke,
Hang myself with my tie,
Watch the light leave my eyes,
Today's the day the young professional dies,
Down the rabbits hole I've been led,
Choked on false promises I've been fed,
The young professional is dead,
The young professional is dead,
I never stood a chance to survive,
Watch the reality I knew take a swan dive,
My life shattered to smithereens,
I'll take my own life, it's the only way out it seems.
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