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letra de hazard payback - c0ntrast

verse 1
cold, hard, unforgiving surfaces
the type of work that makes a person question what their purpose is
i’m lurking in the furnaces of h-ll, forgive the smell
of burning flesh; concerning? yes, but what, pray tell
would you have me do instead? “go back to school,” they said
as if i could balance that with the need to stay fed
i’ve barely got the discipline to habitually get to bed
so i’m not trying to take on a mountain range of debt
where benefit of the doubt is only given by the naive
and leading by example’s just a map that leads to madness
old timers walk with heads down looking utterly defeated
existing only as a warning, please don’t let them go unheeded
yet the loop in which you spend your weekends keeps getting repeated
as recovery from humbly doing what they claim is needed
sh-t, one of these days, i’ll burn this place down to the ground
til then, i’m lying to myself: “it’s good enough for now”

sample
“when i clap my hands twice, you will wake up. do you understand?”
“yes.”
“so, tell me about your week.”

verse 2
lacerate the master’s face for lack of hazard pay
plus the way they agitate, i swear i’m gonna make them b-st-rds pay
sleeper agent activates to grab the shank and stab his way
into a new era where them sons of b-tches’ cash don’t weigh
half the weight of globe on shoulders that it used to
and things that once soothed you are fully future-proof
these f-ckers screwed the pooch but every dog has its day
i’m about to use this leash as noose for dudes who kept us trapped in chains
to h-ll with what the boomers do and motherf-ck the magistrate
they set the world on fire then left their offspring all the ashes – great!
good luck getting that aftertaste washed off your kids’ apoca-lips
guess father time’s a deadbeat and mother nature’s a toxic b-tch (“what else do you think about?”)
if you think it’s all gone to sh-t it just means you’re getting old (“married… with children”)
in the crease of maudlin-on-lackadaisy centerfold (“you think about your family?”)
i watch it all with the volume down, f-cking christina applegate (“i just turn down the volume and think about f-cking christina applegate.)
make her assh0l- gape, congratulations on the accolade
(-clap clap-)
verse 3
hear our hero hollering? he’s down to zero-tolerance
and limping, it’s a symptom of the way the workweek slaughtered him
saints with hearts of sin let satanists come marching in
now a martyr for mass marketing, what a f-cking bargain, b-tch!
crammed into a locker that the upper-classes farted in
i’m targeting them charlatans as vengeance for these starving kids
a pirate on that “argh” sh-t with plans that are non-partisan
impartial to your party, here to show you what a farce it is
imparting them with anarchist philosophy and marxism
rue the day, i’m barking at narcissists for the harm they did
set flames to propaganda, dump the ashes in a garbage bin
shed the fear the deeper that we peer into the hearts of men
spark engine on a tank and the white house is where i’m parking it
no regard for anything but what their profit margin is?
we’ll toss them in the water laced with -rs-nic that sharks swim in
snooze on alarm, reset that nightmare, then we start again

- c0ntrast

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