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End Doctrine
02:28
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Flooding through the system a pandemic attack
God fearing little children chose to ignore the facts
Trumped up distractions will lead to our demise
The internet, 5G, her emails, Epstein’s suicide
We’ve seen the end doctrine.
We see your false prophet.
A classic misdirection, a dog that’s being wagged
You say that all lives matter, but not if they are black
Entitled, angry, animals only care about your needs
The NRA, M A G A the KKK in sheets
We’ve seen the end doctrine.
We see your false prophet.
(Fuck, yoh!)
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Journal Entry
03:02
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As I look up to the sky
I feel the sun I feel my guts come alive
The questions always stay the same
Is this real life, or just some fucked up little game
This song, goes out to the afflicted
The ones who know the pain of being a victim
I don’t care, if you say you don’t get it
Because we exist, of death we are resistant
As I look around my head
I find the memories and the ghosts of the dead
Bittersweet and thankful they’re at peace
I’d hate for them to be alive and have to see
This song, goes out to the afflicted
The ones who know the pain of being a victim
I don’t care, if you say you don’t get it
Because we exist, of death we are resistant
As I look into the hole
There is a darkness in my guts and in my soul
Sometimes the answers are a plague
The kind that wipes your brain and makes you go insane
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Social Life Sentence
04:11
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How else will you know? If I don’t type it out.
If I don’t call you out… If I don’t post it up.
How else will you pay? If we don’t cancel you.
If we can’t force your hand… If we can’t get you banned.
In front of screens, typing the keys, put in the codes and nuke them all
Captured in memes, refuse to delete, dragged through the mud, no lessons learned
Can they change their ways? If you won’t ever know.
If you refuse to see… If you ignore their plea.
Would you be the ears? To listen to their words.
To understand their ways… To rectify their crimes.
In front of screens, typing the keys, put in the codes and nuke them all
Captured in memes, refuse to delete, dragged through the mud, no lessons learned
What would you do? If you could wear their shoes.
If you forgave their ways… If you allowed for change.
How would you know? Because you turned away.
Because you threw away… They’ve got your price to pay.
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5. |
Out of Breath
04:30
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He sold cigarettes on the street
He got a death sentence with a knee
She took bullets in her bed
None of us are free unless we find them and arrest
Waking up, we’re not asleep
It’s all a nightmare, it’s not a dream
We can’t breathe, and we can’t see
When there’s no justice, there’s no peace
Bluelivesmatter’s not a thing
You chose that life; you chose to kill a human being
He’s not the first, she’s not the last
Of people dying for the color that you lack
Waking up, we’re not asleep
It’s all a nightmare, it’s not a dream
We can’t breathe, and we can’t see
When there’s no justice, there’s no peace
Racists, institutionalized
Bullies badged and heavily weaponized
Now’s the time to take a stand
No, fuck, we march, here’s our demands!
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Weird Flex Houston, Texas
Weird Flex is a band from Houston, TX featuring David Klotz - current member of Mind Mine and former member of Loose Nukes,
Liberty & Justice, Thug Boots, Peasant, Landfill, and Gone Rogue. The band is rooted in hardcore, but like...weird too.
A live version of the band consists of:
David - Vocals/Drums
Jeff - Guitar
Derek - Guitar
Victor - Bass
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