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S​/​T EP

by Ancient Filth

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1.
To young to feel this old Pressure, no fucking reward Embrace the chains, just fitting in, accepting the social rules I can’t do that, not today, not going to dress up, I won’t behave Won’t stop, not listening to you Fuck the standard; don’t fit in, too much time, not enough life Where’s it spent? Where’s it go? Trivial Pursuits Resist at first, then you fall in, change for someone, play the sick game To fucking young, can’t enjoy it, something’s wrong Won’t play the game. I guess I’m boring. I lost my faith in humanity Too fucking young to work away the best of your days Working away till the last, with nothing to show for it At this age everything confirms my thoughts of youth We’re living in a violent slave society and I don’t want a part The strangle hold of this life is starting into a reality One I’m not ready for; I’ll be a kid forever against society Too young, no rules, no morals, no obligations. I’m not gonna play. They’re pushing me to be old; I’m in the fight to stay Fuck the trivial pursuits, I have no interest in the game As I get older, I feel my friends slipping away They are fitting in, making it happen, growing up But I don’t want to play, not their way Too fucking young, too fucking young, fuck adults
2.
The rulers of today are the same as the past The fore fathers made the constitution That keeps everybody in their class Just widening the gap You say: “America used to be great“ But it was always about control Built on the poor’s death and bone The most perfect system to be in control The few rich have the control The illusion of freedom, that’s control Manufactured history, lies for control History written by the upper class Don’t believe those robbers The fore fathers For the apocalypse This sick society’s full of shit No humanity! How quick are we to forget And accept the bullshit history Written and spun by the rich Distorted lies for control Ignorance is bliss Ignorance harbors evil Thanks fore fathers for the apocalypse
3.
Punx are norms We are part of the problem Try to thinks there’s a difference between us and them Just same social group structure Just assimilation Another costume game mask not much different from the norms Another bullshit subculture It’s an institution it’s not your friend Like mainstream culture We follow and try to fit in and judge the other side everyone thinks it’s someone else’s self can’t blame ourself just following again conforming where is the threat????? Punx are norms No place for dialogue no room for discussion we are the same but They want us Fighting each other we are playing into their games and structures we fit the part You know the enemy But you know they got us how they want us to be Drunk rage and that gang mentality it’s not fighting the system It’s fighting ourselves punk is dead if you’re content and there’s no threat and we engage In the same petty games and judgments And if we don’t realize that we live in prison then we’ll never ever ever will get out and if we don’t move on and we don’t realize that we are in prison then you’ll never get out
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You would do the same Pushed to your limit Pushed to your limit How much pressure can you take? How can you say you wouldn’t do the same? How much could you handle? Pushed around, tortured, occupied Weight on your back How much in until you fucking crack? Sooner than later you will fucking crack High moral ground or false superiority? Imperialist doctrine How much could you handle? You would do the same You would do the same
5.
Macho man savage Eat what you can Hide what you can’t Burry your fears Confront everything, face nothing Eating up your own insides, dissolving Build your walls around nothing, but fear You can’t hide from yourself for long Just an animal Become the structure you hate You hate yourself Becoming the structure you hate
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We’re all the same just a human brain Ancient filth common consciousness Understand to connect Project into another’s head See what they reflect Know that feeling Same shit it’s all the same Direct Connect common brain Mutate transform fused forward We’re all the same open your brain Break the cranial wall common consciousness False prophets false hopes believe in freedom another god same illusion We’re all the same just a human brain nothing but matter Everything’s the same it’s all matter nothing fucking matters Dirt is you you are dirt We survive on people’s death One day a new age One day we could be saved Or is it just too late One way to connect Should you change to fit in Should you change to find love Change for a job a friend a lifestyle Should you change for a dollar It doesn’t matter to me should I make it Fake it out of place the hole keeps getting bigger False prophets false hopes believe in freedom A chance in hell another god same illusion We’re all the same we all have pain all feel distain Just a human brain nothing but matter Everything is matter nothing fucking matters You are Dirt dirt is you ancient filth We survive on people’s death Beautiful chaos no beginning no end The cycle spins all recycled again It’s all illusion, it’s just a human brain Grave eyes materialize lost the prize despise realize how many tries haven’t lost but given up swallowed and sucked buried alive submerged and sunk treasure lost behind grave eyes

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released January 4, 2012

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