The state doesn’t care what your state of mind states
And you’re gonna hate everything the state hates
So hate yourself you mother f#cking have-not
You half brain thought, you flesh peg slot they hope you rot
The state doesn’t care what your state of mind states
And you’re gonna hate everything the state hates
So hate yourself you mother f#cking have-not
You half brain thought
Sell my brains to make a living, I’m forever unforgiving
Lifе is but a dream that is vivid, I’m filling up the sheets with the 9 digit gimmick
It’s thе plight of a cynic, coincidence or kismet
The netherworld of business, it’s the faceless we solicit
We are nameless to the minute, and to fate we aren’t different, different
The pen’s for propaganda, people pander, sleepy slander
I gather I have gathered war and pestilence
It’s war I mention this
Isolation is my friend, an acquaintance of the end
We are vacant we pretend and I will take this pen
That I pilot with my head, in the eyes of God we wed
I am feeling great lament that is for the living dead
I’m nurturing the nature of my purposes, my words they stain the firmament
The only thing that’s permanent
It’s the curvature I’m burning with
The state doesn’t care what your state of mind states
And you’re gonna hate everything the state hates
So hate yourself you mother f#cking have-not
You half brain thought, you flesh peg slot they hope you rot
The state doesn’t care what your state of mind states
And you’re gonna hate everything the state hates
So hate yourself you mother f#cking have-not
You half brain thought, you flesh peg slot they hope you rot
Sell my heart to make a living, I’m forever unforgiving
Life is but a dream that is missing, I’m filling up my weeks with the 9 digit gimmick
And I will impale them
With pseudo facts: what is weighing on our backs
Is slipping through the cracks, our breathing carries tax
Misery venders and the media vultures
Business and agendas, lacing culture in the sulfur
I thought it was a gut feeling but it was an ulcer
Give the holier than thous a mother f#cking sculpture
Deadlines and paper weights, posters and some paint
I watch the brushes taint, and I really cannot wait
Til 5 o clock hits, when me and freedom kiss
A little piece of bliss, then i feel that part amiss
In the glaciers in the trees, in my chamber in the breeze
All retch and no puke, are you gonna send the nuke
The state doesn’t care what your state of mind states
And you’re gonna hate everything the state hates
So hate yourself you mother f#cking have-not
You half brain thought, you flesh peg slot they hope you rot
The state doesn’t care what your state of mind states
And you’re gonna hate everything the state hates
So hate yourself you mother f#cking have-not
You half brain thought
Sell my words to make a living, I’m forever unforgiving
Soap box and paper pillars i am just a paper filler
Sell my words to make a living, I’m forever unforgiving
Soap box and paper pillars i am just a paper filler
Sell my words to make a living, I’m forever unforgiving
“The state charges that doctor Zira and a corrupt surgeon named galen experimented on this animal, tampering with his brain and throat tissues to produce a speaking monster,”
“That’s a lie,”
“Mind your tongue madam,”
“Did we create his mind as well? Not only can this main speak, he can think, he can reason,”
“*Laughs* That? Can reason?”
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Victorian Deviant Lyrics – The Propagandist