Terrorist Lipgloss "Mentally Murdered" (2011)

Produced By Terrorist Lipgloss

Mentally Murdered

you're the perfect little drone
well adjusted to your disconnected lifestyle
compartmentalized through your selfish phones
typing worthless thought after worthless thought
into electronic devices
desensitized to the human condition
consumed by distractions obsessions and distortions
on bended knee demanding to be neutralized

mentally murdered
emotionally castrated
addicted to your empty fun
when death is coming
and you don't even see that
you are irrelevant

you'll be completely forgotten in a hundred years
your existence erased, you were never alive
you were born dead
you were made by selfish assholes
who were as oblivious as you are

mentally murdered
emotionally castrated
addicted to your empty fun
when death is coming
and you don't even see that
you are irrelevant

talk talk talk about how dull you are
a carbon-copy composite of television, movies
and second-hand jokes
sitting around the bar
you're behind bars

fully grown adults
children to not be proud of
a definition of waste and emptiness
of selfishness and garbage
your parents should have been executed

mentally murdered
emotionally castrated
addicted to your empty fun
when death is coming
and you don't even see that
you are irrelevant

it's time for a mass abortion
a belated abortion of all the human trash
stinking up the planet
push all the buttons
destroy every human being

mentally murdered
emotionally castrated
addicted to your empty fun
when death is coming
and you don't even see that
you are irrelevant

Skintight Greed Puppet

i want diamonds, i want gold
i want sportscar, i feel old
give me, give me, more and more
stylish clothes from department store

i want dinners, i want movies
i want presents, i want babies
give me, give me, more and more
freshly waxed my hardwood floor

i want money, i want fame
i want things that end my pain
give me, give me, more and more
my sunglasses are starting to bore

i want beaches, i want phones
i want things so i don't feel alone
give me, give me, more and more
my escargot spilled on the floor

i want lobster, i want steak
i want foie gras and cheesecake
give me, give me, more and more
i think i'll open a trendy store

i want necklace, i want watch
i want what no others got
give me, give me, more and more
filled my prescription at the drug store

i want hand bag, i want shoe
i want things so i feel like you

Rape Us

hey, how many times do you need to watch star wars?
and how many photographs of yourself do you need to post?
and how many bars do you need to waste your time at?
and how many forgotten brunches do you need? who wants that?

how much corporate food? do you seed?
how many packages? how much waste?
cuz you're worthless like me
how much rape?

how much blood do you need to taste?
how much shit are you willing to take?
how can you be such a fucking fake?
how much resources do you have to take?

how much corporate food do you need?
how many packages do you need?
does your worthless life bleed?
how much rape?

how much blood do you need to taste?
how much shit are you willing to take?
how can you be such a fucking fake?
how much resources will you have to take?

so, how many times do you need to watch star wars?
and how many photographs of yourself
aren't you getting bored?
and how many bars have you fucking been?

and how many brunches have you forgotten to send?
and that's all you talk about, what's new and what's in
so how much rape?
how much rape?

how much blood does it take?
while i try to get through to a fucking fake
how much do you have to take?
you fucking fake

how much rape?

how much corporate food do you eat?
how many packages do you pile in the heap?
while you fuck up the world
blood flows

Mechanical Man

i was a man
but now i'm machine
i was created by the military
i've been enhanced by technology
i'm programmed to kill without mercy

set me loose in a foreign country
i kill everything my electronic eyes see
hide all you want
i can see through your walls
i record avi
so i can rewatch all my kills

i'll kill not just you
but your whole street
nothing can stop me
and you're my dead meat

i am a programmed
mechanical man
i kill who i'm told
and i'm under command

my hands are now knives
and my head is a gun
only pieces remain
when i get the job done

i'll crash through your door
like a mechanical bull
kick off your head
like a fucking football

walls covered in blood
before you can scream
kill your children
with my lawnmower machine

my legs can run faster
than all of your cars
my skin interchangeable
i can be anyone

i am a programmed
mechanical man
i kill who i'm told
and i'm under command

my hands are now knives
and my head is a gun
only pieces remain
when i get the job done

i'll electrocute you
just by shaking your hand
poisonous toxins
flow through my glands

cut me in half
and i'll grow back together
i'm radioactive so
from me you'll get cancer

i don't need to sleep
i don't need to eat
i'm proud to be
a u.s. marine

i am a programmed
mechanical man
i kill who i'm told
and i'm under command

my hands are now knives
and my head is a gun
only pieces remain
when i get the job done

The Systems Child

all you fucking people
you're so fucking obscene
all you wanna be
is a fucking slave machine

you're all being fooled
you're all being tooled
being adjusted to the systems dream
masturbating with the systems machine

and you already are the systems child
and you already are being socially styled
i don't wanna be a computer
i don't wanna be your enabler

i don't wanna know everyones thoughts
i don't wanna know the systems sluts
i don't wanna exist in your synthesized lie
i don't wanna know i wish you'd all die

how can you not question what you do
when you expose yourself so fully
to the others in the hive
sharing your worthless lives

waiting to die
waiting to die
you're such a lie
you're such a lie

i reject your thoughts
i despise your mind
you're a sickening fool
walking in your own shit

and the look on your face
is such a disgrace
beer bottle in your mouth
a stupid fucking baby

and you already are the systems child
and you already are being socially styled
and i don't wanna be a computer
and i don't wanna be your enabler

stay drunk dumb fuck
drunk at the fucking bar
brag about your hangover
nevermind the war

stay drunk stupid bitch
you're just a pair of fucking tits
post 500 fucking pics
of your stupid face taking a sip

stupid ageing assholes
still hanging out at the bars
addicted to socializing
society's worthless whores

stay drunk stupid fuck
party on you fucking moron
stay drunk you worthless cunt
stay drunk stay drunk

Facebook Gave You Cancer

bluray causes cancer
the cars cause cancer
your food causes cancer
organic food causes cancer

water causes cancer
the fresh airs full of cancer
a sunny day of cancer
oh rainy day cancer

that cellphone causes cancer
and a bankcard gave you cancer
and your keyboard gave you cancer
the internet is cancer

everything got you cornered
protest left right center
they got you cornered
you'll never stop them

bitch and moan facebook punk
talk and talk you neutralized drunk
that's why your cellphone gave you cancer

and facebook gave you cancer
and that keyboard gave you cancer
and internet gave you cancer
the water gave you cancer

and the fresh air is full of cancer
that sunny day is full of cancer
on that rainy day i got cancer
bought a bluray it gave me cancer

and those cars caused cancer
all that corporate food gave you cancer
and the organic food gave you cancer
everything's got you cornered

protest left right LOL
got you cornered
you'll never stop them
so bitch and moan and shut your fucking problem

now the bankcard gave you cancer
and your bluray gave you cancer
and my ipod gave me cancer
and the internet gave me cancer

This Device

oh please help me, i can't think
my robot phone fell in the sink
i'm used to it thinking for me
i can't even spell a word correctly

i thought it was gonna make life easy
without its guidance, i'm feeling queasy
how will i know where i'm supposed to be?
how will i get there? it always told me

i can't remember my own address
or anyones numbers, or how to dress
i don't even know how to use a pen
i don't even know how to count to ten

i'm gonna miss all my favorite shows
i can't read a clock, i feel so exposed
people at work are gonna think i'm so dumb
my phone is where i got all my thoughts from

without its jokes i have no sense of humor
all of my friends will think i have a brain tumor
how will i shop? how will i pay?
without my phone there's just no way

i miss the sound of its robotic voice
my little phone is my friend of choice
it's the object of all my attention
i'm useless without it, i feel so much tension

i'm so happy when my phone goes 'beep'
i have it with me when i go to sleep
there's never a moment that we aren't together
i'm never alone because i have its tether

makes me feel so important to talk to a machine
it talks back to me too
it does the thinking for me
all this technology makes our lives so much simpler

i never learned to LOL whatever!
these devices are setting humanity free
this device is an extension of me
but it broke so now i'm in a panic

the mark of the beast, is that something satanic?
without my phonebot
i don't know who i am

we're a team, it and i
my technological drug habit
i worship it because it's my god

guess i'll go play with my stupid ipod

Big Truck Small Cock

feeling so big in my brand new truck
brain's real small but don't give a fuck
check the size of my king fucking cab
working on the pipeline's a cash fucking grab

three weeks on and one week off
all this cash makes me wanna jerk off
now i'm driving down to the city
grab a meth whore and fuck her shitty

i'm a truck driving faggot man
getting rich from raping the land
cuz of my job the poor can't afford
to feed their families who become my whores

i'm a truck driving faggot man
getting rich from raping the land
cuz of my job the poor can't afford
to feed their families who become my whores

heading back now to jerk some more pipe
fucking fumes killed all the wildlife
but who cares i love my car
gets me laid when i'm at the bar

looks like it's gonna be a wicked night
pocket full of money and looking for a fight
motherfucker's staring from across the hall
i'll fuck his old lady in the toilet stall

i'm a truck driving faggot man
getting rich from raping the land
cuz of my job the poor can't afford
to feed their families who become my whores

i'm a truck driving faggot man
getting rich from raping the land
cuz of my job the poor can't afford
to feed their families who become my whores

i don't care about ecological damage
i'm a working man, where's my corned beef sandwich?
this city's too small for my truck
indian bitch traded meth for a suck

i'm the man and i'm taking it all
food bank family can lick my ball
i'm the king in my big fucking truck
my cock is small but money gets it sucked

i'm a truck driving faggot man
getting rich from raping the land
cuz of my job the poor can't afford
to feed their families who become my whores

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 super-dad 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

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

+ U - ME

+ U - ME
human computer
fascist being
+ U - ME
can't see
that you're property
+ U - ME
implanted parts
patent gene
+ U - ME
disposable person
technoslavery
+ U - ME
you already are
prepped for machine
+ U - ME
half human machine
owned by company
+ U - ME
no emotion
no feeling
+ U - ME
disguised as fun
make life easy
+ U - ME
inside your head
mechanical friend
+ U - ME
you lose your soul
now you're just a hole