Weapons Of Crass Dysfunction

by Katscan

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Thirty two winters deep Skeletal fingers choke me to sleep brush my hair and clean my teeth The rotting corpses at my feet! CHRS This is all you are worth! Shake the dolly until it wakes Hang yourself on these holy words..! "There's time to love, and a time to hate" Bone rattle baby, needles in her arm Machine made mummy, keep me safe from harm Veins stretch, cat cradle, black teeth, crooked grin Lessons for the lonely, enjoy your sin We're sleep walking into a police state Fear the creature feature, loves to detonate We all have bombs strapped to our chests We just never dared to see them yet
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Since the day that you were born you've been buried alive Cathode rays have microwaved your mind A sack of bones and blood stitched together with wires Plugged into a brain leech autocrat messiah Tune in to lobotomy Zombie Machine! Zombie Machine! Sedative dependency Zombie Machine! Zombie Machine! Battery farmed consumers in formaldehyde Subtle suggestion reflects in lifeless eyes Apathetic Living dead, zombie see zombie do Swallow the all shit spoon fed to you Tune in to lobotomy, Surreptitious EST Fragile X Syndrome device Digitized chlorpromazine, Neuroleptic plasma-screen A demographic profile, is not a life Mindfucked and wasted, a protein shell Soul raped, castrated, welcome to hell Self administered mental euthanasia Believe only half of what you see none of what you hear!
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I'm vague or something, but not fuckin donkey pinned, I’m just bruised and battered, and my head keeps caving in. I don’t want to switch channels, I don’t need to find no love Sordid greasy filth fist fingers, Conquer soft pink with disgust If i had a brain I’d be ashamed I've had all the therapy, your hard-earned money can buy I just smile and say it helped me, then glass some fucker in the eye Feed and breed, watch them bleed, a micropenis love bite pig Warrior in a shell suit, pit-bull and sovereign ring If i had a brain I’d be ashamed Ashamed of what my ignorance has made..(Me) No, society is not to blame For the hatred that runs through me? Reaping what you've sown, whining all alone I can't create anything, so i kick the shit outta everything Less careful with my dick, got 10 teenage mothers after me
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All drugs are heroin, sharing needles in a wheelie bin Scabby holes in clammy skin Overdose, comatose, dead specimen He don’t do that stuff, he knows what’s right Tabloid tells him in black and white He just gets a little drunk on a Friday night He has sixteen pints then beats his wife. Things are so clear to Joe Things are so clear to Joe Things are so clear to Joe Even all the things he doesn’t know
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Like flies around the shit, like dogs unto the bitch You keep me dosed on sex and guns while my soul it rots to dust This is a Stutter Cut, a slice to the in-between When the naked eye forgets to lie Pull back the skin, pull back the skin and breathe! Staple wide my eyes and fill my dreams With shopping channel cancer, silicone teens Raped by canned laughter killing spree I want to fit the slot, lost the plot, Oh mercy me! Sometimes think i worry too much Sometimes i worry i think too much Come on down victim the price is right You can fill your mouth with stitches and die tonight A pay per view voyeur, a fly on the wall Close up the autopsy for a cum-shot before you fall
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The beast he came we even knew his name All played the game on CNN He takes his aim, fire falls like rain Tattoo? Death shower? Do we really want to go there again? Sanitised, depersonalised digibox neuracide Televise to divert the eyes from your multiplayer suicide Too pacified to recognise, cerebral cortex atrophied Accept, deny, an exorcise in multiplayer suicide Necessary evil for the good of the people No, not strictly legal but who ever knew Naive and feeble, kneel in awe of the eagle Über Alles, she was iron, now she's Red White And blue! Prisoners of fear with a ‘seen it all’ sneer It’s not murder when you’re in uniform Surf the channels, drink some beer Repetition makes it clear Demonise and patronise me till i’m sore
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I got a sickness sweet as aAnnotate love note I got a headache like a pillow Called me Daisy, called me Daisy, called me Daisy, that one Called me Daisy I am a sweetheart I am a prom queen I am some puppies What, Daisy? What, Daisy? Are we here now? I am a horror This is an old one What, Daisy? L Dopa fixed me, all right
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Stab the air to a cold, straight beat, grim, stale un-interesting Crumble spine Pete he never moves his feet, he's so cardiac arresting Future Perfect?..Future bland! Ibiza Nietzche nursery rhymes Choose your favourite band by how 'German' they sound Oh glow-stick it where the suns don’t shine! Tellytubby cyber junkies, powder, pill pop clown/clone monkeys But you love it you shlaaggs You know you love it you shlaaggs! Your gums they are receding and your noses keep on bleeding But you love it you shlaaggs You know you love it you shlaaggs! 4 to the floor, a vacant loft, empty vessels making noise Feeding at the trough, going off half-cocked, carbon copied girls and boys Shrink wrapped babies, laser beams Assimilated fashion rats Day-go green, splitting at the seams, don't think you'll EVER scan this Kat! What happened to you, you've 'come so hungry to fit All you 'wannabe' is just like them Faceless Euro who? 'Not quite' 242 What about Johnny T.H.M.? To illustrate how the fashion dictates You dance till morning to the same bass drum keep your 'easily pleased' and your cheap cut speed I've got my e-lec-tro punk scum
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My stitches feel like they are giving way Less self control with every passing day Diesel dirt and blood cakes my face I'm opting out of your human race Who wrote the program.for mental health Shift control and.we will delete ourselves Leave the meat sack cattle, evolution's waste Upload your middle finger into their stupid face! We'll never become what you want us to be Your labels and hatred mean nothing to me You point and you push and you call us all freaks Your stench might be strong, but your minds are so weak
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Second full length album by Katscan.

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released October 31, 2005

Martin Katscan, Eddie PlusOne

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