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Chicken From the West
06:35
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I’m a four-wheeled killing machine
Raising the clouds,
dispense the enlightenment tales
of the fallen with the wind through my teeth,
heads shoot for the sky while the feet dig deep
Crude might not be the only reason bodies are blown to pieces
Blame religion, for my addiction,
I bring exhaustion just to stimulate emulate a tasty stampede remake
Of all the moral vibrators on pause
Hold on to the last drop, of all the goods brought to you,
on Christmas Eve by Santa Clause
Look at me, with a brand new watch, and a brand new car
I got enough money that can take me so far
And I need you to own me so that I don’t feel so lonely
The fragility of the noose around my neck holding me
heartless, pumping veins of war torn territory
I got a million references of people who to be like
but I still don’t know how to resolve this fight
of who I am
in a lacerated culture bleeding with hidden wounds
phallic all farcical to balloon too soon
with heavenly projectiles like cocoons of doom
Now civilization, ain’t nobodies blessing,
and it might be testing to hear
that the cream of the crop of evolution still can’t find a solution to change
the destination of this train, heading for eradication,
all in the name of castrated imaginations
summoned to feed the overgrowth
while the current generation stands snorting a dust mound of sloth
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2. |
A Chicken in the Dark
07:02
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seduce the mundane, all the same, no hope, no fame
Train beating a bass line to no line, A to G seduction sign the directions to open thighs and ferry pies,
tender bait, a few drops in a glass welcome sweet sleepers and a sore ass
but you gotta believe, the pharmaceutical’s here to relieve,
conceive the fading passion and colored lives accelerate
pigs squeal with no shame, racist profiling call it a game, king of the beach, or queen of the road,
racist motherfuckers just waiting to unload,
Borders traced, for peace in the industry, bad tendency,
“I’m an addict, please don’t laugh at me”
love and protect what I own and desire
“am I excited or just about to expire”
tempest rise just to belong for a day, I’m stronger than king Kong but about to fade away
The mono tone’s growing dim but is it really a sin?
Fine lawns on a sinking ship breeding Bacardi sipping refugees ready for a trip
The green zone is crumbling
The green zone is crumbling
The food bomb is ticking with hunger at my door
When moral meets material and begging for more
Flip of a coin gambles wheat, dairy, poultry, and beef
Banquet tables vanish as I try and sink my teeth
Into lost dreams of pools, petrol, and Champaign
Holding all my hope in a presidential campaign
Hold the hand of the blind with no frontiers of the mind
You wanna make the pain go away? Check in here, sign down there and don’t forget to snort the pills sitting in your chair
The path to paradise ain’t paved for all.
Peter’s got the key but I brought me a saw
anthropocentric don’t be ridiculous
workforce shaping conditioned stimulus
funding a tyrant in a shinny green suit
law and order, a permission to pollute
a landmine loaded timely unrest
wars of a gender want and posses
fading fashions fume put romance in a jar
ready to consume while sitting in a car
sage is a clown in a polar nature
Crisis overheating I can feel the vapor
Steam of a trembling thrown
gave all my money for the very last phone
Safety boats sinking while shackles survive
Map the oasis and cycle to thrive
Gps moans, traffic on repeat
Be your own savior, forget to compete
root protection, turn it over to solar
Guerrillas in the garden, who’s got the controller
frontiers vanish mix it in a bowl
downloadable futures cultural control
educate a fool manufacture descent
the pirate bay sails, industrials relent
laugh at a nation with a bankrupt policy
shot in the dark land the insanity
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3. |
Chicken Munsters
06:25
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Monsters projectin fear with surgical precision
Mass monologues and live transmission
force-feed eyes wide shut with true threats
mute your mind into detention
so that you can be sure, that your intention is clear, when you hear
“The enemy is near, the enemy is near
Look over here, I think I’ve seen him, now he’s grown a beard”
The slogan’s gone sour and the hourglass is ticking
its last grain of salt liking
Open a faucet on the NSA, gotta talk but I really can’t say
cause I’m an animal in a cage like Edward Snowden
Go on let it snow then,
Cause my voice has been corroded
I’ll ring bells you don’t want to hear
Emerge submerge delusional, optimism
Make you believe in dreams of socialism
While I trace your ever move through my PRISM
Then watch you suffocate on your own individualism
Now look, you’re waterboarded like Guantanamo
We are free to express our wishes with the fishes
And there I stand watching the world evolve, dissolve
As darkness shakes the strings from my puppet
Grab the traction it’s a chain reaction
It’s cyclical, don’t mean to be cynical
But freedom here’s measured by the cannon
It’s like this film’s on rewind with eternal wars
let it rain
I’m a clown amongst the cannibals held on a chain
It’s all the same game, there’s no shame about going insane
how many more lives need to be lost in this masquerade
it’s time to renew this perfect little parade
I suffocate on a crown waiting for a special gown
Deserts newly ruled by hydroponic procreation
looking for a beacon, season scattered beyond reason
silence secrets hidden with treasures of the deceiving
sea levels are rising while the slave nights are depriving
carnage breeding smiles and messiahs are arising
Every word is my last and drains buckets to pray
Pain baths in tears in an attempt to wash it away
But Collapse is imminent
We just a new generation running straight to the ground with no life, no love, no life, no land
They say I’m a saint,
They say I’m a saint,
I say No, no, no
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4. |
Chicken Habits
05:28
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I’m a four-wheeled killing machine
Raising the clouds,
dispense the enlightenment tales
of the fallen with the wind through my teeth,
heads shoot for the sky while the feet dig deep
Crude might not be the only reason bodies are blown to pieces
Blame religion, for my addiction,
I bring exhaustion just to stimulate emulate a tasty stampede remake
Of all the moral vibrators on pause
Hold on to the last drop, of all the goods brought to you,
on Christmas Eve by Santa Clause
Look at me, with a brand new watch, and a brand new car
I got enough money that can take me so far
And I need you to own me so that I don’t feel so lonely
The fragility of the noose around my neck holding me
heartless, pumping veins of war torn territory
I got a million references of people who to be like
but I still don’t know how to resolve this fight
of who I am
in a lacerated culture bleeding with hidden wounds
phallic all farcical to balloon too soon
with heavenly projectiles like cocoons of doom
Now civilization, ain’t nobodies blessing,
and it might be testing to hear
that the cream of the crop of evolution still can’t find a solution to change
the destination of this train, heading for eradication,
all in the name of castrated imaginations
summoned to feed the overgrowth
while the current generation stands snorting a dust mound of sloth
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Eruptions of lava rushing through my veins
I want to keep it together, I want to try restrain
I demand an explanation for this lawless passion
heart struck Cupidons just beginning to mesh
Inner thy vacancies from NYC to Bengladesh
Suspended hands abandon the motion
A highway to lust, another devotion
Burnt my hand on some Oxytocin
I’m a junky on a high like I just snorted some paraffin
Playing with fire, my compass spittin adrenaline
sensual ties squeezing the mind
a bulletproof vest can’t stop the bullet this time
Lands of neutrality, blown to particles
Arsenals, hold no arms in these negotiations
Hormones are the base of these operations
Somebody call a diplomat,
I’ve gone past reason
and won’t come back
and I’m not coming back
Drops explode intimately in the flesh
Every little curve brushes up against my chest
Hold me tight, I fell I’m slipping
Hold me tight, I fell I’m slipping
Hold me tight, I fell I’m slipping
I’m a million volatile pieces of a greater body
Like it’s 1945 in Nagasaki
The hormone zone strikes again
If I peal anymore it’ll take off my skin
Spark’s in the air, up comes the dopamine
Free radicals awaiting for a clearing
With a transient DNA defying adaptive trend
arrest them under a class A opportunism
Terrorist of love made me seduce a chicken
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6. |
The Chicken Feather
04:39
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You know you mash up the planet but you wanna live with your time
You got 2 tons to move a human being
And every individual in their car singing
their own little song
You know you mash up the planet but you wanna live with your time
You need 2 tons to move a human being
And every individual in their car singing
their own little song
though you recycle your trash you can’t help the hypocrisy
every light switch running on nuclear energy
it’s like efficiency’s a vocabulary from a long lost dream
it’s like we can no longer exist without the shine of a screen
we got the atom bomb and free trip to the moon
but we wonder why brothers and sisters be dying so soon
we got the atom bomb and free trip to the moon
but we wonder why brothers and sisters be dying so soon
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