Terrorist Lipgloss "American Zero" (2015)

Produced by Randy Prozac

 

Radioactive Breast Milk

american dust
we breathed deep
deep into our lungs
now we're dead

we still suffer
from internal bleeding
we tried everything
to clean it up

no one spoke
no one wrote anything
no one showed it on tv
no one fucking cared

our infants deformed
they're born so weak
they're born inside out
but it's not worth your time

the fucking reality
of your "freedoms"
the word "freedom" means "death"
toxic death you never see

the united states
is guilty of mass murder
guilty for poisoning
innocent children again

your soldiers
sick from depleted uranium poisons
and you don't fucking care
and nobody fucking cares

it's your turn now..

 

American Zero

american zero
you are living a lie
keep yourself entertained
while the poor people die

american zero
you're a parasite
you feel so superior
while the rest feel your bite

american zero
got material disease
keeping people enslaved
for your cable tv

american zero
the king is on vacation
waiter, bring him a new one
while he rapes the poor nations

fourteen hours
six days a week
seven dollars a day
unless the boss
change the wage

leaving no choice
but to abandon the self
and become a machine
only to survive
to work for..

american zero
bank account fully loaded
a fridge filled with food
and vacation zone guarded

american zero
has no problem with slave labor
the same coffee table
as all of his neighbors

american zero
with his tank full of gas
new clothing each weekend
fuck the poor in the ass

american zero
his middle name is war
underground tunnels
in the walmart store

fourteen hours
six days a week
seven dollars a day
unless the boss
change the wage

leaving no choice
but to abandon the self
and become a machine
only to survive
to work for..

america's hero
the american zero
america = zero

america's hero
the american zero
america = zero

america's hero
the american zero
america = zero

america's hero
the american zero
america = zero

 

My Automation

there is no self
there is no me
every memory
is from tv

there is no i
there is no soul
only the buttons
on the remote control

i'm perfectly comfortable
in the systems trap
i need my psychological
shrink wrap

my brain is filled
with surrogate thoughts
the same as you
and we're tied in knots

and who we are
is null and void
our inner self
has been destroyed

my automation
is now complete
the individual
is obsolete

we all share
identical thoughts
invisible waves
from the glowing box

my automation
is now complete
we stand in line
and we take our seat

the thoughts we share
are not our own
the neural pathways
of a cellular phone

we can't think
we can't feel
unless it's evoked
by the flickering reel

we don't know
that we aren't real
broken parts
that will never heal

an entire species
of simulate
homogenized blender
psycho-integrate

my automation
is now complete
the individual
is obsolete

we all share
identical thoughts
invisible waves
from the glowing box

my automation
is now complete
we stand in line
and we take our seat

the thoughts we share
are not our own
the neural pathways
of a cellular phone

 

Kill The Supervisor

kill the supervisor
in front of the employees
kill the supervisor
let the cameras record it
kill the supervisor

teach them the real world
and kill the supervisor
let them see it with open eyes
while you kill the supervisor

just let it happen
let it happen
but kill the supervisor
let go and let truth take control

while you kill the supervisor
no one will stop you
from killing the supervisor
so just let it happen, let it happen

and kill the supervisor
in front of the employees
kill the supervisor
let the cameras record it

and kill the supervisor
teach them all the real world
and kill the supervisor
let them see it with open eyes

while you

kill him
kill him
kill him
kill him

kill
the supervisor

kill
the supervisor


In The Sewers Of Your Hearts

in the sewers of your hearts
you don't care who lives or dies
it's only useless data
flashing onto brain dead eyes

in the sewers of your hearts
you let corrupt fucks have their way
that makes you fucking guilty
when their soldiers kill babies

in the sewers of your hearts
you don't care who has to pay
you have your house and groceries
and your collection of blu-rays

in the sewers of your hearts
when there's injustice, look away
you want your world position
you want the poor to stay that way

in the sewers of your hearts
in the sewers of your hearts

in the sewers of your hearts
you let people starve to death
while you complain about your ego
and watch porn on the internet

in the sewers of your hearts
you are limited and blind
no better than the rodents
a disease of heart and mind

in the sewers of your hearts
you rationalize the systems lies
you support the mass corruption
with your well-adjusted lives

in the sewers of your hearts
you don't see the future coming
when all the roads lead to death
and you can go fuck your wealth

in the sewers of your hearts
you have fallen for the bait
so waste your life in a stupor
while they murder in your name

in the sewers of your hearts
in the sewers of your hearts

 

Stick Your Bank Card Up Your Ass

standing in line at the grocery whore
color coded objects make me look to the floor
billboard's fucking with my head again
caught some sort of plague
from the bulk food bin
150 dollars for two fucking bags
wasn't even worth it, having to be around those fags
working joe redneck stocking up on meat
anorexic secretary you can her heart beat
manchurian superdad buying shit for lawns
you know who with the glassy eyes buying chemicals for bombs
toxic vapors pouring from detergent aisle
low grade poison garbage that isn't even on sale
carcinogenic breads, endless row after row
stagnant metalized beverages, gone putrid beyond vile
mummified meats that cause cancer full of fat
plasticized fruits you couldn't feed to a rat
happy mk music piped in from the beyond
tired dying people that truly have been conned

 

I Shoulda Been A Terrorist

i shoulda been a terrorist
i don't need an iphone, just strap a bomb to my chest

i shoulda been a terrorist
there's no better way to get those feelings expressed

i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist

i shoulda been a terrorist
public utility went up in flames

i shoulda been a terrorist
chemical explosion at the nfl game

i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist

i shoulda been a terrorist
exploding pieces of burning white trash

i shoulda been a terrorist
fucking your brains out as the space shuttles crash

i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist

 

Strangled In Baby Monitor Cords

hey you fucking pig
eating lobster on your acreage
seven figure salary
and your city boysclub elite
i'd like to cut your throat today
and cut off your hands
and throw them away
we don't need your disgusting need
to take more than your fellow being
a wretched pukestain that should die
and no one would even ask me why
your parents should have killed you at birth
and done a service to the fucking earth
but the idiot people are too stupid
they romanticize things they can't explain
like how we got to be in this place
and the pathetic fate of the human race
rolling with the city boys
and whores and hottub booze and gash
i'd like to get you in the shadows
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
everyone should come for you
and tear apart your corpse
everyone should kill your children
drown them like rats
but the people are too stupid
to ever do anything but die
a wretched pukestain that should die
and no one will ever ask me why

 

The World Ended Years Ago

people are waiting for doomsday to come
but it came and went you were just too numb
now nothing matters it's so cheap and so empty
you try way too hard too assign it some meaning
there's no color there's no sparkle at all
just a test pattern humming inside of your skull
lifeless and void is how it remains
no self left inside that dead brain

the world ended years ago
we didn't even notice that we let it go
but we're still here and we're unable to thrive
and soon we'll forget we were ever alive

the world ended years ago
we didn't even notice that we let it go
but we're still here and we're unable to thrive
and soon we'll forget we were ever alive

everyone's a xerox a copy of a copy
fading away and blurred right out
can't even count how many shades of grey
we don't even notice what's missing from today
nothing piled on nothing that's what we got
there never was more or so we were taught
the end long passed you and i still remain
if we take all these pills it will end our pain

the world ended years ago
we didn't even notice that we let it go
but we're still here and we're unable to thrive
and soon we'll forget we were ever alive

the world ended years ago
we didn't even notice that we let it go
but we're still here and we're unable to thrive
and soon we'll forget we were ever alive

everyone's faces are so blank and so frail
tired and poor clipping coupons from the mail
nowhere to go no way to get ahead
40 hours a week and then you're dead
too tired to feel too exhausted to think
the alarm goes off and you start to sink
forcing yourself to emulate life
to support the kids and the unhappy wife

the world ended years ago
we didn't even notice that we let it go
but we're still here and we're unable to thrive
and soon we'll forget we were ever alive