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from SATURN DEATH CULT by Social Anxiety

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Who the fuck are you?
What the fuck can you do?

Curbstomped passion out of misled habits
Till the kids in the crowd dubbed me silly rabbit
Gave up magic to be a savage
Chasin' dreams the way junkies chase dragons
I’m holy, controlling,
yet you think you really know me
My soul bleeds, it shows me
you can never really slow me
If all the world’s a stage I’m a Tony award winner
In a play about selling god to sinners
I’m a rat in a cage eating the cat for dinner
Rehab taught me that drugs aren’t for quitters
I’m an acid trip away from a mental ward
I’m an asshole in ways that you can’t ignore
Won commendations from these mental wars
Cuz I had the nerve to use my pen like a sword
Fucked up on the drugs my parents abhor
‘Till a syllable count seemed like a high score
Fuck a county bed, rather sleep on the floor
Freelance romantic and full time whore
I’ve been wearing down my vocal cords
While people I know make it onto Forbes
Finally know what I’m looking for
And it ain’t a fucking Grammy award
Finally know what I’m leaning towards
A no gods, no masters kind of discourse
Finally know where I’m headed for
A revolution is brewing just above these chords
Finally see what I’m good for
Mobilizing you into a force
Finally see what I’m working for
Much closer in reach than ever before


[x16]
Who the fuck are you?
What the fuck can you do?

If you want change, then be it
All you do is talk but can’t see that
If you want things to be okay
Then you have to set the present tense
If you want the paradigm to shift
Then you might have to kill the precedent
If you want to stand taller
You should stand on the backs of giants
If you want to live freely
Refuse to be compliant
If you want to hit deeply
Stab with defiance
If you want it completely
You have to build an alliance

Wondered why they treat us
like pawns in excess suppliance
But I’ve come to realize
We’re all the cogs in this appliance
So if we set our sights
On dismantling this reliance
I think we’d come to find
Autonomy is a new science
I’ve torn out my insides
To find the idea they implanted
That made me just like them
Enchanted by commandments
But I was thrilled by the slightest
of doubts that plagued my mind
Until those doubts festered
Giving purpose to this fight
Cuz this systems on self-destruct
Unless we guide it into the light
So that when things unravel
It’ll be blinded by our might
And the world will go to shambles
Before it sees we’re right
So we have to stay steadfast
Such is the nature of our plight

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from SATURN DEATH CULT, released December 30, 2016
Everything: Armando Flores Jr. (Social Anxiety)

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