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Rotten Trajectory
02:45
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Pumping poison in the air (Rotten Trajectory)
There’s fires burning everywhere
Speeding down a rotten path (Rotten Trajectory)
Clinging onto systems that should be buried in the past
Profits, money, war
Rotten to the core
Profits, money, war
Rotten to the fucking core
Productions at an all time High (Rotten Trajectory)
Profiting from our demise
Arming war and genocide (Rotten Trajectory)
There’s no profit to be had when nobody’s left alive
Profits, money, war
Rotten to the core
Profits, money, war
Rotten to the fucking core
Sell our future
Sell Your Soul
Turn your profit
Sell your war
Clinging on until there’s nothing left
Dead end economy (Rotten Trajectory)
Incentivized psychopathy
Empire of gluttony (Rotten Trajectory)
The only gift to leave your kids is the searing kiss of death
Profits, money, war
Rotten to the core
Profits, money, war
Rotten to the fucking core
Clinging on until there’s nothing left
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Pounder
02:18
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Straight to the grinder
Recruited right off of the streets
Fight for your rights to pounded to dust
Fodder to the powers that be
Better be ready to fight
Down the hatch and stuffed inside
The Jaws of Doom
Ripe for the plucking our disciples of war
Fight ‘til there’s no one to beat
This is the place where dreams go to die
In this graveyard of moral defeat
Be ready to fight
This machine swallows life
Straight through the grinder
Condemned by the ones you could trust
I the deceiver, the bringer of war
Pounding your children to dust
Be ready to fight
Be ready to strike
Down the hatch and stuffed inside
The Jaws of Doom
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In Plain Sight
03:00
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We view the truth through distortions in time
Where the past is mostly blind
Our history’s told through the monsters of men
To cover up their crimes
It’s turned with the bones of the dead
Filtered out through the lies we’ve been fed
In last place you think it would hide
In plain sight
There’s a place in the back of your mind
Where anger is confined
Word of mouth is it can’t be contained
As it’s spreading far and wide
How could you believe in anything
With a gun pointed at your head
You better grow eyes in the back of your head son
You’re dancing with the dead
It’s turned with the bones of the dead
Filtered out through the lies we’ve been fed
But it’s right there in front of your eyes
In plain sight
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