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Rise Up Gamers
03:31
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RISE UP GAMERS
I die
Every time I lift my hand
Waste a breath at your behest
Sloven Man - Land Lord of Darkness
You find yourself on top of others
Benefitting from the struggles
That you foster with your reign
Television watchers cry
Anthem screaming let’s defy! Rise up
Rise up and play!
Reclaim yourself
Reclaim your breath
Your life!
Rise up, Rise up Gamers!
Rise up and Defy!
Gamers Rise! Arise!
Rise up and Defy! Rise! Rise!
Drop the cringe
Stop the unhinged, racist misogynist ways
You can do better than this
“You have nothing to lose but your games!!!”
We aint playing, that shits over,
Edgelords and incels, get noobed
They can make us work
Gamers of the world unite!
They can own our homes
Workers, each deserves their rights!
But they can’t keep us down
Gamers keep it up, let’s fight! Fight! Fight!
They can’t take our games!!
They can make us work
Gamers of the world unite!
They can own our homes
Workers, each deserves their rights!
But they can’t keep us down
Gamers keep it up, let’s fight!
They can’t take our games!!
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ALL I WANT FOR HALLOWEEN IS BURNING PRISONS
Trick or treat, what’s the call?
Give us candy, free them all
Fuck this neoliberal peace
Torch the wall, burn the police
Risk assess algorithm
Fate decided by the system
Humans turned into a Number
Crunched into an Abattoir
Population so sedated
Numb to families separated
Yuppie condos its all connected
Death to *****, death to *****
“When the prison doors open
The true dragons will fly out”
Wheres the sound of children laughing?
Only crying parents shackled
Ankle “bracelet”, sounds so norm
Make a prison of your home
Burn it down nothing left
Revel in your captors death
Burn the state burn the prison,
Just make sure the guards are in them
Burn it down, nothing left
The rich won’t get another breath
In the ashes, well build our vision
Total Fucking Abolition
Hurry, wait, hurry, wait, hurry wait, hurry, wait
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3. |
Fuck Mars
04:02
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FucK MarS
The stars aren’t aligned, it was all a lie
Westworld ass investors cosplaying sci fi
Want an escapist vacay so they go find
And spend trillions on a new frontier to gentrify
Pristine underground streams, canyons miles deep
Undisturbed, eons of peace, Land Grab Again
You're dead in a dust storm, it’s negative hundred degrees
Not a martyr but an infectious disease
Mars will be your grave you fleshy bags
Why the fuck they colonizing Mars?
Bringing trash dumps and boring ass yuppie bars?
To no end, terraforming the Stars, What a Waste
There Proles in space, Theres Proles in Space
Millions of products delivered to you, next day
We seen the signs, we’re utterly ruining this place
Now they wanna go fuck up outer space?
Theres Proles in Space, Come on, Fuck Mars
Stay Off the Red Planet
There’s no romance in it
Just Smoke Weed
Watch National Geographic
No Jobs on a Dead Planet
There’s no romance in it
Shoot all the billionaires into space
On Mars guillotine awaits
A million miles of nothing cannot stop the wave
Of Musk’s’s ugly face wanting their name engraved
Onwards, the race, the numbers game,
Obsessed, Manifest Destiny, Infest,
Carved up, lines drawn, parceled out,
To the maws of rich, first in line on the escape ship
Earth shriveling up in the rear window but alas,
Obscured by a million pieces of space trash
And counting….
!!!SPACE FARCE!!!
Never forget,
Musk Reopened the Factories During a Plague
There's no future for humans on Mars
No trash dumps or boring ass fucking yuppie bars
A Fucking space force? What a Waste
There Proles in space, Theres Proles in Space
Millions of products delivered to you, next day
Maybe too late, we royally fucked up this place
Fuck right off to fucking outer space
No Proles in Space, Come on, Fuck Mars
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4. |
No Snow, More Fire
01:56
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NO SNOW, MORE FIRES
Ring the bells, we’re raising hell
Its festive time but not all’s well
Its hot when it should be not
Hot, when it should be cold
Since there’s no snow to give it soul
Were gonna have to it make glow
Light a fire in the night
It’s going down, our futures bright
Sorry to wake you from your slumber
But soon there may only be summer
Have a THC beer to lift your spirit
Save the bottle, make a Molotov with it
Happy new year, new War
Every year is worse then the one before
The wrong ICE is melting
The wrong Amazon is fucking burning
Australia on fire
Hong Kong is on fire
California is on fire
Minneapolis, and the whole world is one fire
Arm your desire!
For a world without borders, there must be fire!
No gods to blame for this infernal void
Kill all the dinosaurs, be the asteroid
Look outside it’s plain to see
It’s the sunset of humanity
And all the scientists agree
Say goodbye to coastal cities
Tis but the end of this one world
There’s still a chance nature’s a girl
If we could do it all again
Next time, no government
Take a look up to the clear blue sky
For old times sake, just one last time
The only way we survive this thing
Mutual aid direct action and solidarity
NO SNOW, MORE FIRES
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5. |
Baby Yoda in Carcosa
04:01
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I am not the prologue
Nor the afterword
Call me the prototaph
The blow has fallen
And now it is too late
And shall I tell you where the sin lies?
It is yours
You listened to us,
and all the same you claim to see the Sign
Now you are ours, or, since the runes also run backwards, we are yours… forever.
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
the twin suns sink behind the lake,
Shadows lengthen, shadows lengthen in Carcosa
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
and odd moons circle through the skies,
Stranger still amongst broken wills
Found in lost Carcosa
Baby yoda, baby yoda, baby yoda, baby yoda
Songs that the Hyades shall sing
Where flap the tatters of the King
Die! Must die in dim Carcosa!
Songs that the Hyades shall sing
Where flap the tatters of the king
Must die unheard in dim Carcosa
Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in lost Carcosa
I drank the golden mead and did some things
I read about it in the ancient book
The wind awoke, the elms and willows shook
Before the thunder of fantastic wings
The grim, stupendous, bat-winged Byakhee,
Come from the cloudy shores of Lake Hali to me
Black-furred and iron-beaked
Nothing is more certain than death, false Gods
Drowning in a sea of banalities
They suck me down to deeps of tedium
Baby Yoda, Baby Yoda
Know you my tattered Yellow King?
Baby Yoda, Baby yoda
My sly assassin with a thirsty knife.
And dusk is dusk, dusk is dusk!
I saw and screamed, and knew my doom of dooms
Learning at last where Baby Yoda blooms
It’s a scene I’ve known before
This barren, desolate, and drear expanse.
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JUMP THE TURNSTYLE / THE BOSS IS NOT YOUR FRIEND
JUMP, JUMP, JUMP
JUMP THE TURNSTYLE
DON’T PAY, DON’T PAY, EVADE
DON’T PAY, DON'T PAY, GET AWAY!!!
SHIT CAN SPARK UP ANYTIME ANYPLACE
NO PIGS ON THE FUCKING TRAIN
REMEMBER ROME WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY
BUT IN CAN BURN IN ONE – WHAT DO YOU SAY?
WHEN THE COMMIES GIVE US FREE TRANSIT, WE’LL FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO STEAL
UNTIL EVERYTHING’S FREE, NOTHING IS
YOUR BOSS IS NOT YOUR FRIEND
HE ACTS LIKE HE KNOWS YOU
BUT HE GOES HOME, LAUGHS AT YOUR DREAMS
THEN HE EATS BETTER FOOD
THEN HE TEXTS THE OTHER MANAGERS
THEY GET TOGETHER FOR DRINKS
AND THEY TALK SHIT ON US PLEBS
MAKE JOKES BOUT AUSTERITY
YOUR BOSS IS NOT YOUR FRIEND
LANDLORD, ENEMY
REMEMBER WHICH SIDE THEY’RE ON
THEY GET THE GUILLOTINE
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!!
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7. |
Death To Our Enemies
04:14
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DEATH TO OUR ENEMIES
Blood and lies, surrounded on all sides
Raging bankers drain the divine
The ground dries beneath you
A wasteland in agony
Oceans rise, commanding sacrifice
Will you be the ones left behind
When you are the ones who design.
Reckoned by the sun
And scorched to dust
All your wishes done
Barren land needs to scream
Blood money piled high
A stronghold you seek
Solace you wont find
Your walls collapse in greed
Rise! Waters! Rise!
Doomed by the home you had,
Had and laid to waste
Your contemptible legacy
Is stained with blood and shame.
When your oil and bombs
Have lost their power hold
The earth you can’t control
Will be your overlord
Power hungry wretch
Wretched and alone
You will know poison, ice, and pain forever more!
Death to our enemies!!
Death to our country!!
Death to the president!!
Death to the government!!
Death to the police!!
Death to everything!!
Death to the alt-right!!
Death to money!!
Death, private property!!
Death white supremacy!!
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V!RU$ 5TR!K3
We forsake the feudal ways
Of lords who praise profit,
The true contagion
Amidst the black death,
We protest their exploits
So we refuse to serve
Mask up, the new norm
No choice but class war
You can’t go to work
Without getting infected
Arise Plebs!
Sick of being plagued by the government,
Bailouts for the Rich, Workers get shit
Nothing’s changed since
The Black Plague
Still in the Dark Age
Capitalism Late Stage
Let Us Begin, Accelerate
How quickly it all falls, my dear
It’s going down, don’t go out
Start anew, chaos creates opportunity too
Fight like hell for the living, Solidarity
All of us or none of us, We are all we need
Strike, Virus Strike
Oh, how feudal it is
Indebted to the rich
When we don’t get paid,
We don’t pay the rent
Don’t be sacrificed for the economy
Forget about your job, your productivity
Stay inside, Flatten the Curve
To keep it from getting worse,
We Refuse to Work
Give us the test, we’re the antivirus
No, we won’t go back
To the way it was
It’s always been, if your rich, you live
Or you die in debt
Forthcoming aid is too little, too late
Death by the state, It’s a goddamn plague!
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GLUTTON FOR INSURRECTION Chicago, Illinois
ARISE, PLEBS!
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