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Self Obsession (Fuck you)
Another selfie another reflected image
Staring back out of the pool of deep insecurity
All I ever think about is myself
All I ever think about is myself
I hijack every conversation - Turn it back on me
I’m not interested in you - Turn it back on me
Smugly self satisfied - Let’s talk about me
Hypnotized by my own fucking bullshit - I learned it from society
This is my story. I am the hero. I can do no wrong
I am the hero. Fuck you - I can do no wrong
The disconnect leaves me feeling unfulfilled
The constant self promotion leaves me feeling unsatisfied
A culture of narcissists staring into a mirror
Reflected emptiness projected success
How will we see each other when our gaze is fixed upon ourselves?
Clamoring to be seen. To be heard. To be known.
Blind to each other’s struggle, to each others fight
Fall upon the swords of deaf ears ignoring the onset of eternal night
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A perfect day Afghanistan
Wedding party gathering of family and friends
The sun is shining children smiling
It’s all about to change for them it’s all about to end
Pretended honor no integrity
The victims never had a hope or prayer
Silent killer nothing here to see
3rd world nation of despair
Why do they hate us? Silent killers
Bombs falling in foreign skies
Silent killer predator drone
Another 3rd world genocide
Whatever happened to the days when they’d scream
“DON’T SHOOT!” until you see the whites of their eyes
At home a thousand miles away In an air conditioned room
on a monitor screen
The poor just look like flies
Push of a button
Sip of your coke and all the ruined lives broken hearts
crushed dreams you fucking cowards fucking liars
Open your eyes
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Toxic - Boxcutter PNW
02:06
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Brought up on bullshit I’ve come to despise
That the measure of a man is the sum of his might
(But) a man who tells a young boy that it’s not okay to cry
Is an example of a man who believes in old lies
It’s out of line - no doubt about it
This patriarchal bromance has become toxic
What will it take for us to understand
Positions of power don’t make you a man
Nothing is weak about expressing his feelings
Who shares, cares and loves, and never stops believing
A man should have emotions, it’s what makes and keeps him strong
Let go of the lie that your feelings are wrong
You learn it from movies, books and TV
From a young age you internalize the belief
That a position of control is a man’s rightful place
But this train of thought is a fucking disgrace
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I don’t care what you think
or do or say at all
Your sanctimony sucks
You’re putting up a wall
And when you find yourself
alone and confused
They’ve turned their backs (on you)
The one’s you’ve abused
And when you find yourself
Bewildered and alone
Lying on that bed of nails
(you’ll)Reap what you’ve sown
Made your bed now die in it
Ain’t no use denying it
Now’s the time for you to go fuck off!
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Glen Manola Bellingham, Washington
Arrrgghh! Fuck! Kill!
Vox - Kendra Carson
Bass - Eric Hart
Drums - Davy B
Seizure
Guitar - Glennerd Skinnerd
Past:
Robby Cleary
Josh P.I.
Gavin Hadley
... more
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