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Lord Of Flies
02:04
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Here, I am, lord of flies.
Uphold law in a court of lies.
It’s Sort of a divorce of kinds,
When you follow your truth upstream
And you find that the source is dry.
Force of habit.
I was gonna spare no quarter
And pour some light
Right on the subject and force your eyes
I was gonna hold your hand to the fire,
and gorge on the sight
A la carte
As I serve no remorse on the side
It’s Fury or Flight:
So, Here I am, born w/ a hand
on the sword of the former,
and there is a storm on the rise
Tell those awake in the fourth estate
that they’re a little too late.
I awake,
and to my surprise,
There is rot in my heart,
hate on my lips
and decay in my eyes,
Best Regards:
Here I am, Honey, Lord of Flies.
Lord Of Flies.
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Fractions
03:44
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Calling every faux synthetic leftist and progressive lover
Summoning the simps of all the squad-adjacent, opportunist, two-faced Copsuckers
Paging every Democratic Yes-Man
in possession of a smoother brain than those who hide behind the Biden Stutter
Welcome to the super-edgy independent news that you can trust when we say we don’t sell our standards out like all the others
Trust us when we tell you that we’re looking out for working class America.
Holding all the powerful accountable.
Trust us when we tell you that a host of vital truths are being covered
When , honestly, the truth is being smothered.
By a couple disingenuous hacks, sent to act in bad faith by big brother
And start smearing every journalist who bears the credibility they covet from their gilded fucking neoliberal centerpiece
Air out all their jealousy and spite like it might yield them some validity, or paint a coat of pity over all of their acidity
But they’ve been busy cozied up to every war pig living between here and the infinity
Albright, Biden, Obama, god, that’s gotta take the trophy for unholiest of trinities
Hope you didn’t come to witness anything resembling integrity,
That’s been long abandoned
Now we see integrity as often as Atlantis
Now they only toe the line and read what they’ve been handed
Safe to say if Cenk sunk any lower he’d be deeper than the Marrianis
TYT will tell you how opinions aren’t the facts, unless they’re Cenk’s or Ana’s
Since they chose to make a living out of licking boots and shilling, you can bet they make a killing.
TYT is proud to say they traded all their spines away to empty out the til and tell themselves it’s decent work, and it’s an honest tilling.
Me I see they found a way to rape the willing.
Me I read between the lines and in the script I see the signs that those who fund their message down to every filthy dime would gladly bleed a human sea if it prevents a drop of oil spilling.
Yet, somehow they portray themselves the heart of the progressive movement
The loudest voices calling for some unity with those who built careers around destroying unions
Which might be true, since unity is something truly useless and symbolic like a stale communion
As tasteless as the times they tried to fight back smiles smearing Julian
And I hope Cenk and Ana listen up, and listen well
You’ll never be a fraction of the journalist Assange has been, even from his cell.
All the filth you spread around, you spread it on yourself.
That’s my time, Fuck you twice,
See you both in hell.
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Reade, Between The Lines
06:22
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Legend says that Hercules swept Cerberus right off his feet, and effortlessly set him down as softly as a songbird
Atlas kept the world up on his back, and every day, he wondered whether he could stand it any longer
Tara Reade came out to say the man they tried to label the messiah of morality was really just another rapist.
& I don’t intend to hesitate when asked who was the stronger
Tara, like Assange, knew that carrying the truth would be the hardest labor
Tara knew that her assailant wasn’t gonna make us any safer
Knew he’s just the type of man to hand a decent foreign leader u.s printed walking papers
And knew he’d be relentless and aggressive in the war he’d wage upon her very character, that his attempts to weaken, and degrade, and embarrass her would be her only compensation
But I strongly doubt that anyone could ever have foreseen the stream of hate that came from quote-unquote Progressives and the self-styled Titans of survivor advocation
So If you really think that there’s something to be gained out of sharing that pain with the world, then you’re sorely mistaken
The Biden team just drug their feet addressing Tara’s allegations, until they had a decent list of smears, and then they aired them out on every station
And it turns out No one wants to hear the truth of who they praised as being worthy of such bloated liberal celebration
No one wants to really know the person they so valiantly defended even when it meant they had to gloat and shit all over someone braver than they’d be if given the occasion
Now Cue the faceless comment squad invasion
Cue those fuckers crawling out the woodwork to come analyze the way you wore your hair, and what you wear, like your appearance waives your rights, or that somehow, YOU’RE the reason for your situation.
Somehow, they’ve decided YOU should bear responsibility for what such monstrous men insist on doing
Somehow they’re deluded by the empty, hypocritical and useless fucking platitudes that bastard keeps on spewing
And I think it’s very telling that the best of your excuses when you try to come and justify our presidents abuses is a hearty “But, Trump!”,
In which case, I’ll remind you that you never saw the news attempt to sell you Donald Trump like he was morally upstanding, or a decent human.
But When Joe says something bigoted or ogles someone’s little kid, CNN says:
“Isn’t this refreshing? Biden’s like a mix of JFK & FDR with all the finer parts of Harry Truman”
And, Christ, I know they don’t think that we’re the brightest, but at least pretend we’ve got a couple lumens
Ask yourself if you have ever questioned what they fed you, or do you just shut your eyes, and then consume it?
Now ask yourself if you ate every one of Biden’s lies, under the guise of harm reduction and the promise of a slight improvement
And now, imagine long ago that Biden chose to show you who he really was by traumatizing you for his amusement
Now imagine that you watched him touch a Bible with those filthy hands, and then assume the power of the highest seat in all the land.
Knowing your attacker wields a global coalition born of 3-letter agencies who’ll make a life’s mission out of trying to discredit you through lies, damn lies, and collusion.
Big tech is never gonna separate from our surveillance state, fucks sakes, they’re just a breath away from total fusion
So there will come a time
where even if you see the light
your voice will never reach the sky
through all the bots, and all the noise pollution
So trust us when we tell you that the masking of abuses is perhaps this country’s oldest institution
And I know nothing nobler that facing it in honor of the truth when you know that the people holding power have been neutralizing truth since there was wet ink on the constitution
So know that Tara’s truth is something crucial to the movement
And if you see yourself a partner to the Revolution, help this country see through all the baseless propaganda through the crux of Joe’s illusions, and recognize that Tara Reade gave everything she had so she could tell us what the truth is.
Recognize the decent thing to do when someone bares their soul and shows their bruises
Is not to ask for context, or offer up your own solutions
Your job is just to listen with an honest mind and put yourself on Tara’s side a moment so you understand the path she chooses
There is no instant fame that’s worth the dragging of your name
And if that’s what you think, then you’ve a lot to learn about the kind of facts the mob can handle, and the kind that it refuses.
You’ve a lot to learn about the news,
And all it’s many uses.
Guess you’ve yet to learn the truth the news will serve is fruit from which they’ve squeezed out all the juices
And we all eat the husks and just pretend it’s full of nutrients, and isn’t really useless
The jaws of our ability to yield
Accountability are absolutely toothless
So don’t you kid yourself that any lips are being loosened
They won’t ever tell us where the bodies are, or show us where the proof is.
It’s on you to recognize the lechery our president so regularly oozes
It’s on you to muster up some honesty and ask yourself how Biden won your trust, but it’s America that loses.
Open up your eyes, and learn to recognize the bruises.
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Ghost On The Lawn
04:19
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Sometimes it feels like the worlds moving on
Or it feels like I’m already gone
Some say that that’s just a sign that it’s right before dawn
I say the only way I can describe it is sometimes I’m watching my son on his bike,
and I feel like a ghost on the lawn.
I feel like the host and the best of me fed something else and I’m fit to be pawned
I feel like the very last fish in the pond
And tonight they’ll be flooding the valley and I’ll be alone in the reservoir, endlessly carrying on
Deathless and bound
Down to a depth I attempted to sound until I thought, maybe my sound was gone
Held in a prison whose walls my fists have been pounding on
Whose CCTV turned to a livestream
Soon as the stream of the reservoir split the walls
And I didn’t make waves, or a scene,
I kept my head down, and just drowned to embrace it all
Found what was left of myself
caught up in a tangle of trees and debris
when the waters receded
And maybe I’d needed that all along.
Maybe my peace is the breath of relief in the break of a song
Maybe I’m right at the peak of my being as soon as I speak the last words aloud through the fury of my heart beating
Maybe I’m only deceiving myself,
Maybe i’m wrong.
Maybe I’m nearer to right than I’d like to admit, and that’s why I’m convinced that I’m splintering
Maybe the truth is, once you let the light in, the brightness is fixed to your eyelids, and there’s no forgetting no matter how heavy the curtains are drawn
Maybe I’m right at the peak of my being as soon as I speak the last words aloud,
and then the moment is gone.
Maybe I’m more than a ghost on the lawn
But, Maybe that’s just what a ghost would be telling itself to attempt to keep calm
Maybe I’ll try to disarm myself,
only to find that I’m all of the wires attached to the bomb
Find that they run through the lines of my palms,
And learn the device is entwined in my final reserves of resolve
So, if it ignites, then I might just step outside myself, place my concern for your current events on an often-neglected shelf
Killing my drive to create
and then claiming defense of myself
watching as everyone else just keeps revolving like maybe them forcing insolvency on us just couldn’t be helped,
Or, honestly, we couldn’t tell.
Maybe those questions are better off left to be muttered ad nauseum after I’m tossed in a cushioned and carpeted cell
Singing the ballad of suicide hotline workers who know that they’d only be calling themselves
Who know we are stuck in the clutches of leaders who publicly honor the fallen, privately set up a system that sees to it we are eternally falling and privately plot the demise of us all while they carefully measure the plots that we’ll fall in.
The mandatory mass grave cascade we are soon to star in.
I push the thought aside, like the fog of a chlorine gas hanging thick in my mind
I’m standing outside
I’m looking at the sky
I can smell the charcoal of someone’s fire,
I see my Son out on his bike.
In a moment that, although I’m standing within it, I still feel it passing by.
It’s like it’s fading into time
And then, suddenly, it’s 20 years behind.
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March Of Dimes
03:44
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March of Dimes.
Family fun-run cancer bonanza
front page of apartheid times
All the charm of a car bomb
Arms wide open and taking no targets alive
Dark was the night
Save for a red glow painting the sky
in a sickening light
Like a scene out of hell
Or a day in an utterly alien life
And the fire runs wild
But these are the years where the wild is more of your daily drive
To Wrestle the truth of extinction from out of the jaws of your pride
Open them wide
Now is the time
There’s nothing to fight
Placid or sworn to defy
The end is the same
and we’re inches away from the line
So Abandon your ego to die
The bed that we made is where we go to die
But never was passing in ones own sleep such a hideous sight
Such a storm of convulsions and bile expulsions from out of our mouths and our eyes
These are the rights they implore us to exercise with our signatures forged and our hands all tied
And with eye-contact and a senator’s smile
they thank you for saving democracy right as they tighten the binds
Right when they’re joining your chains to your neighbors, and leading you out in a line
Call it the March Of Dimes
One more charity parody
Hold back grants while we dance for the presidents salary
Funding the bunkers where all of the wealthy will cower to witness our steepest decline
To err is a trait so inherently human,
To hoard enough wealth that you peacefully sleep when those humans are burning alive is so truly divine.
If divinity really means withered and fully decaying inside
You can live with yourself til you run out of wine.
Ring for a drone offa prime
Skim a little off of the top of the March of dimes
Sign of our system of capital, head to the sky, with a hideous cry.
It mimics the suffering families out on the street that it spent its career passing by
Who were part of The Great Design
part of a citizen base with its fate resigned
part of a two-party system where both of the goals align
And the end result is more housing crisis than the plot device of 2009
Capitalism demanded a sacrifice
So I walk to the square,
I hand them my Son,
and they hand me the dice.
I roll for his life.
To a lesser extent, you could say I was rolling for mine.
I called any favor,
I paid any bribe
But it’s all up to me for the roll, so I close my eyes.
And the sound of the crowd is the same for a one or a five
Two equal outcomes playing as though they’re on opposite sides
And I know in my heart that on 4 out of 6,
he’ll be fine.
But I can’t seem to roll them, I can’t let them go, I’m just holding them tight.
I’m just holding him tight.
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