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letra de totalitarian farce - drrandomercam

(burn it down)
every time a poster says a thing i don’t like or has a shot of someone hotter than me
every time i send out an inflammatory tweet and the responses give me ptsd
every time a publisher circulates words that i’ve decided are now s-xual slurs
every time i go to the police and report their horses raped me and they say that’s absurd
(burn it down sidewise)
every time a baby boy is born
(slice it off, why not?)
cos no one likes a prepuce in their p-rn

(burn it down)
every time a bathroom is conveniently white instead of yellow, black or brown
every time a school has less than twenty percent of it addicted to medicinal compound
every time my headmates all turn out to be racist and my sp-ce ain’t even safe in my home
every time a teacher disagrees with my thesis that cat calling caused the falling of rome
(burn it down reichstag)
stop me if you’ve heard this all before
(arbeit macht frei)
stop me if you can’t take any more

it’s a new utopia, where you can’t believe in heaven
just a cornucopia of clinical oppression
an imploding colonial empire with a bone in its nose
a splinted human centipede that’s missing a spine
systemically convicted of a victimless crime
my head is in the sand, my -ss is in the sky
there’s spiders in my eyes, my skin is full of botflies
i’m getting sick of this sh-te
arrest me, give me jail for life
for daring to support men’s rights

once upon a time i would smile and laugh
now i just can’t even be -rs-d
there’s nothing left to p-rs-
a totalitarian farce
randomized rorsarchs of v-g-n-l discharge
this is what you people call art?
the future’s looking sp-rs-
a totalitarian farce

(burn it down)
normally this is an instrumental refrain where bonnie breaks out the chicanery
but it’s an opportunity to speak to you candidly and still within the melody
so what’s the deal with stealing all the eighties pop princesses and throwing acid punk in their face?
well i’m singing for the women who have dropped out of stem since then
and waged a gender war in its place
(burn it down reichstag)
be the politicians if you must
(arbeit macht frei)
but you’ll never take the microphone from us

you can bleed us of our rights. you can call yourselves the leaders
you can stone the holy sites, but you’ll never be the divas
cause the songs always come from the slime in the gutters of life
the frankenstein bacteria you dumped in the sea
the electric jellied eels you created upstream
there’s only so much you can cram inside a man
before he sh-ts a diamond saw to cut off your hands
we’re getting f-cked in the eyes
and then we’re getting f-cked in the ears
i think that’s why it’s called male tears

once upon a time, i was fighting the gods
now i’m only fighting the dogs
and ban hammer happy mods on totalitarian blogs
the tv mostly shows prolapsed body parts
the radio just bleeps and farts
and films are just as dark
it’s nothing but t-ts and r-t-rds

- drrandomercam

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