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Hey, excuse me,
Don't you think you fooled me,
I remember everything you said
You tried to use me,
Thought you could abuse me,
Now you think you'll get me to forget
Booted me, muted me,
Looted me, uprooted me,
I remember everything you did
Howdya act so cruel to me,
Attack so brutally,
And think I ever could forgive?
No!
The answer is no!
No! Hell no,
My answer's still no
You lost all my trust
When you auctioned off your soul
Case closed,
I'll always say no,
No repentance
for the unforgivable
And it's so cold,
How you made us miserable
But we still never broke
And we clawed back what you stole
I suppose
You might have some remorse
But I've been burned before
So I'll never let it go
No!
The answer is no!
For the nursing home victims,
Traumatized children,
And advocates of freedom
Rotting in your prisons,
Stomping on protesters,
Dragging off the pastors,
Heart attacks in high schoolers
And babies full of tumors,
Cancer patients
Dead from lack of treatment
Shut down businesses and
Suffocating infants
Nurses making double time
Dancing in a conga line
Addicts dead of suicide
And hospitalized homicide
Won't get no amnesty, no amnesty from me (ad infinitum)
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Almost Outta Boxes
02:49
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You trust a broken machine
To fix a broken machine
Then you wonder why you're
ruled by a broken machine
You’re ruled by the mob
Overruled by the bots
Or by a pack of morons
Who don’t give you any thought
Did you really, did you really
Think they wouldn't do the whole damn thing again?
Did you really, did you really
Think they wouldn't pull the same old rotten scam?
You don't have a choice,
You don't have a voice,
You won’t have no freedom if
you're making any noise
But without a voice,
We don't have a choice
If we want our freedom
Than we better make some noise
3 am they're pulling
out ballots in boxes….
They cover up the count
with pizza boxes
Red to blue,
Blue blood to red
Diaper babies
with an empty head
Stand beside ‘em
As you stand in line
But you won’t get counted
‘Til you fall in line
Did you really, did you really
Think they wouldn't do the same old thing again?
Did you really, did you really
Think they wouldn't pull the same old rotten scam?
We don’t have a say,
We just take the blame,
We just watch and suffer
As we’re going down in flames
They don’t have a name,
They don’t have no shame,
Treating us like pawns
in a loaded game
Half the voters rotten
in coffin boxes….
Soap box, jury box
Almost outta boxes
Outta boxes
(Soap box, ballot box, jury box, ammo box)
From '76
to '60 on
Rigged and tampered
and suppression
Well they took your tongue
But you’ve still got guns
Like ‘76
And ‘61
Do they really, do they really
Think we'll never do the same old thing again?
Do they really, do they really
Think we'll cower to lesser pathetic men?
You don't have a choice,
You don't have a voice,
You won’t have no freedom if
you're making any noise
But without a voice,
We don't have a choice
If we want our freedom
Than we better make some noise
Midnight we’re pulling
out ammo boxes
Soap box, jury box
Almost outta boxes
We’re outta boxes
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M.A.I.D. in Canada
04:13
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Color revolutions,
Painted by the USSA,
Cultural immolation,
Self-directed hate and rage
Penetrated cabinets,
Feast upon the native lands,
Coveting the planet,
Crushing it in cold dead hands
You might call it dystopian, but… it's such a peaceful way to go
Euthanasia's
good for Manitoba,
Prairie lebensraum
for the youth of Central Asia
You can save 'em,
Just let ‘em replace ya,
Depopulate your nation
for the good of Mother Nature
Or they'll make ya!
"I don't wanna take a poison jab"
(You're crazy!)
"I don't want my food grown in a lab"
(You're bad!)
"I don't think my daughter is a man"
(You're sexist!)
Death is made in Canada
Mechanical coffins,
Eco-friendly death machines,
Suicide solution,
From Nova Scotia to BC
They say
humanity's survival
needs you sterilized and maimed,
Doesn't need to make sense,
Just needs to make you go away
They might call it a healthcare plan but… it’s lethal!
Euthanasia's
useful in Alberta,
Puppets up in Ottawa want
youth from Southeast Asia
Who can blame ‘em?
You let ‘em replace ya,
Traded out your nation
for an artificial savior
And they’ll break ya!
"I don't wanna pop another pill"
(Outrageous!)
"I don't want my babies getting killed"
(Too bad!)
"I'm not gonna lock down for a cold"
(That’s baseless!)
Death is made in Canada
Your sadness and anxiety,
Your guilt and pain and fear,
Are finally gone in the True North,
Press a button and they disappear
(forever)
Genocidal nation,
Never strong and hardly free,
Standing guard for Satan,
Preying on the young and weak
If you protest your prime minister,
He'll have you trampled in the street,
If you’re a useless eater
he’ll send a suicide machine
The Star'll call it a conspiracy but… it’s True Though!
Euthanasia's
perfect for Regina,
Gotta make some room
for the shock troops from Red China
You won't mind 'em,
Just line up behind ‘em,
Give 'em your possessions
and go kill yourself in silence
It’s a monopoly on violence!
'I don't want my kid to wear a mask"
(That’s dangerous!)
"I don't want a drag queen in the class"
(You’re dead!)
"I don’t wanna smoke a bunch of grass”
(That’s racist!)
Die! You're M.A.I.D. in Canada
"I don't wanna start a global war"
(You're lazy!)
"I don't think the climate's getting warm"
(You're mad!)
“Don't believe in voting anymore"
(That's hate speech!)
Die! You're M.A.I.D. in Canada
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To Serve Man
03:39
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Maybe I should eat my dog,
Maybe you should eat your cat,
Maybe we should feed 'em our children first,
Nothing as Swift as that
Cuz they say we're runnin’ outta time,
I say they're runnin’ outta breath,
When they say if we’re not served to each other
Then one day soon there won’t be nothin’ left
So maybe we should love the Bomb,
Maybe we should hate ourselves,
Maybe none of it is worth it,
Or maybe they can go to Hell
Don’t pretend you don’t know where it’s going,
Don’t pretend that you don’t understand,
That even though everyone’s served at the slaughter,
It doesn’t mean they wanna serve man
Just give me something to believe,
Something credible,
I wanna live in reality
But I'm not giving up my humanity to you
Just give me something I can see,
Something relevant,
I wanna keep all my sanity
But I don't wanna become a casualty of truth
So maybe I should eat the bugs,
And maybe you should take your meds,
Maybe we're all really heating up the planet,
So now we gotta freeze to death
Maybe we should turn against our fathers
And maybe we should euthanize our moms,
Maybe if you wanna vision of the future,
You're either wearin’ boots or gettin’ stomped
But maybe it’s all too late,
Maybe it’s all our fault,
Maybe if we don’t stand up to the menace
They’ll crush us in the weight of the assault
Don’t pretend we don’t deserve it
Don’t pretend we never had a chance
And if you find yourself sittin’ at the table
Don’t pretend you ever served man
Rage-filled, blackpilled,
Sad, mad and hateful
Sometimes it all seems so futile
Shake up, break down,
Stand up, sit down,
Who's John Galt and is he real?
Take a stand or take it in,
No heroes but there's heroin
And now they've taken all your friends
Giving up and giving in,
They’re going back to sleep again,
Wake them up when November ends…
We’ll end it!
Just give me something to believe,
Nothing relative,
I wanna live objectively
So I'm not giving up my reality to you
They just want something more to sleep
Calming sedative
I face the world with my open eyes
Cuz the nightmare isn't confined to my dreams
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