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You can tell by the smug fuckin look, on his little rat face, he just thought of a few choice words, to put you in your place, you must not have noticed, that this guy is the man, security stitched on his chest, a flashlight in his hand, he comes sauntering over, he hikes his pants up high, tries to do his best impression, of looking you in the eye, we all know, that kind of guy.
He's better than you, he's fucking better than me, he'd love to tell you all about it condescendingly, we're just the shit, he scrapes off his shoes, the whole fucking world revolves around him, I thought you knew, well now you do.
It's bad enough you have to toil away, at shitty jobs, for even shittier pay, then your boss comes bumbling along, to tell you all the ways you're doing it wrong, it seems you've forgotten, that this guy is in charge, that's why all of his ideas, are so much better than ours, talking down to you like you were a child, patronizing with a hint of a smile, every time you hear this asshole speak, you die a little inside, we all know, that kind of guy.
These situations can make a man's snap, lose his shit and start kicking some ass, I can't say I blame him.
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Charitable Donation
02:45
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Hey, do you feel guilty, do you feel sad, do you need to give a little back, just 70 cents a day, you can take that guilt away, never have to leave your couch and save the whole fucking world, now, don't you feel better, don't you feel glad, now you can pat yourself on the back.
You made a donation online, that absolved you of all your sins, you put a resist sticker, on the back of your Mercedes Benz, the social justice movement, has been monetized, it's really the money, that's controlling all our lives, and you believe the lies.
Hey, do you feel angry, do you feel mad, do you want to chew somebody's ass, put it on a shirt of your choice, it's easier than raising your voice, buy a sticker for the back of your car and tell the whole fucking world, now, don't you feel better, don't you feel glad, now you can pat yourself on the back.
Hey, do you feel lied to, do you feel used, like nothing that they say is true, just sign a petition online, for only $19.99, you can join the political movement that will change the whole fucking world, now, don't you feel better, don't you feel glad, now you can pat yourself on the back.
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Idolatry
02:59
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Every year more and more celebrities die, leaving a void in the collective consciousness of the world, how will we as a society learn how to live, what to eat, what to wear, and how to treat each other without their guidance.
I'm too attached to the people on TV, I live my life through reality stars, I hope someday that can finally be me, the giant houses and the luxury cars.
I hate myself, I hate my dull life, I want to pretend that I am somebody else, the stars are my friends, I feel like I know them, they help me escape from my 9 to 5 hell.
I sell myself for likes on YouTube and Facebook, I hope to someday have my very own show.
How would I know, what to believe in, how would I know what kind of clothes I should wear, I hold them as gods, I even elect them, the meek cannot know the many crosses they bear.
I'd sell my family if it meant I'd be famous, I'd give up everything in life I hold dear.
"Did you hear that so and so died? Yeah, I'm really broken up about it. They were such an icon. I'm probably going to have to call in sick to work tomorrow. I need a day to come to terms with this."
The trips on private jets to see exotic lands, the adoration of a thousand screaming fans and when I'm loved by them I'll finally love myself, I'll leave my current life that's more a living hell, I'll see my name in lights before my dying day, and it'll wipe all of my loneliness away.
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Step Up To The Trough
03:30
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I always feel like shit, just like I do today, I ate a whole frozen pizza for breakfast, with a slice of cake, I always look like shit, just like I do right now, every time that I step on the scale, I'm up another 10lbs, I'm always eating like shit, just like I am right this minute, I just ate a deep fried Twinkie, with a candy bar in it, I always smell like shit, you probably smell me from there, it's an order of B.O. and bacon grease, that just hangs in the air.
Step up to the trough, you're the next in line, you're up to get diabetes or cancer, it's a really great time, step up to the trough, there's nothing else you can do, everything has been battered and deep fried, can hardly call it food.
This whole world is shit, and so is all that we eat, I just got an order of chicken nuggets, it's barely even meat, we're consumers of shit, we keep lapping it up, can't even leave our fucking house to go get it, how bout you bring it to us.
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Undercover Ignorance
01:57
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Never mind, I said too much and I already regret it, in my mind, I fooled myself into thinking you'd get it.
When I saw your reaction, to hearing the truth, I lost all respect for you, but your good at pretending, you always blend right in, but now I'm exposing your lies, and I'm more than a little surprised,
Open your eyes, this brand of ignorance is kind of pathetic, you never tried, your content with being so apathetic.
It was a very convincing disguise.
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I guess I wasn't lucky, that I wasn't born, with a silver spoon hanging out my ass, I was born a pauper, I was born a slave, set against my fellow man for pocket change, I was born a peasant, I was born a wretch, but I still refuse to be circumspect, there's a little lesson, that we should have learned, 230 years in the past, I can feel the rage, building up in me, it's time we take a page out of history, someone grab a rope, and a guillotine, we will show them all what revolution means.
Save, save the world, kill, kill the rich, do us all, the fucking favor, wipe'em off, the face of the planet, save, save the world, kill, kill the rich...I'm beggin' you, just fucking do it.
I hope that you can see it, it's obvious to me, there exists a gross inequality, let the people rise up, let their voices soar, we were all meant to do so much more, someone strike a match, we'll watch this fucker burn, it's the only way that they're ever gonna learn, you'll never have to want, for anything you need, you'll finally get a taste of life and liberty, I won't die a pauper, you won't die a slave, we'll never have to kill ourselves to earn a wage.
No gods, no masters.
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Asbestos Worker Minneapolis, Minnesota
Asbestos Worker is Josh Stever on guitar and vocals, Wade Walsh on bass and vocals, and Jason Peterson
on drums. Asbestos
Worker is a project created out of necessity. It’s aggressive unrelenting hate rock that was first debuted in March 2019. Asbestos Worker’s goal is to create a loud, thought-provoking and relatable noise rock. With influences from grindcore as well as punk and thrash.
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