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Pig Destroyer




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Альбом Pig Destroyer



1997
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rebellion impossible your cabal crushed in its infancy they watch you conspire
from distances beyond your perception before revolt is feasible their ability
to negate our strategems must be annulled we must blind the watchers.

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The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope

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Quixotic concept of examining foreign cultures
As opportunities for brotherhood and mutual cultivation
Instinctual xenophobia initiates
Conflict subjugation exploition
And subsequently flawed
Assimilation our inbred star-bellied mentality
Cannot differentiate between dissimilar and inferior
A self-imposed quarantine from diversity
Only serves to restrict our capacity to evolve
Nationalism is a malignant cancer
Which must be carved out by the blade of individualism.

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Single file lemmings
We prepare our mandate in effect simply
A testament to our gullability
With each pull of the lever
We lend credibility to an institution
Which we can only repaint
Never reconstruct our percieved power of change
So divided and spread so thin
So as to be rendered ineffective
If the collective voice cannot be heard
Then the collective wrath must be felt.

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Why purchase respect when terror is on sale
Reverse nightstick buttfuck
At some point protection and domination
Became synonymous and somewhere
Theres a bullet on its way to your face pig.

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Foolish young visionary
Your proximity to the corrupt epicenter
Razes your walls of morality
Walls of protection or
Of concealment temtation of raw power
Acquiescence subsequent exposure
Leaves you impaled on your own karmic pike
With gun as pen blood as ink
You draft the final tragic act
Your long suppressed conscious
Finally liberated through the exit wound.

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Short wave dictator
Launches the blitzkrieg upon your frontal lobe
The unexpected siege of the fortress
Thought impenetrable
"World peace" just a few elusive frequencies
Away for there is no enslavement
More absolute than unconscious enslavement.

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Archaic bureaucracy doomed from the outset
Bloated and hedonistic
Invincible and inert
A bedridden monolith of uselessness
We lack the fortitude to pull the plug
Unable to envision our lives without it
Instead we maintain a two hundred year vigil
Praying for a miracle of some kind
Not realizing that every day of mourning
Is also a day of regression
Social evolution is neutralized by antiqued tradition.

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Entrenched in a cult
Where you are assured that two and two is five
Your twisted crosses and perverted religions
Cannot mask what is simply a holy war
Of aryan penis envy
Learn to take your pride from the depths
And not the surface.

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