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Croatoa I
01:59
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How many bullets had our names on them?
Every time we stood up to your privilege.
But this time it's different.
We're going guns a blaze.
This time we're coming in to...
Take it back. Take what is ours.
Shake it up. Shake them down.
Tell them in a language that they'll understand.
Take it back, Take what is ours.
Medicis get shot up.
Bourgeois bitches get clapped.
Payback for a lifetime of blood sweat and tears.
This is more than revenge. This is revolution.
Take it back. Take what is ours.
Shake it up. Shake them down.
Tell them in a language that they'll understand.
Take it back, Take what is ours.
This all belongs to us.
Can you feel me?
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Croatoa II
02:26
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Work my fingers to the bone for them.
Breaks my soul like a 9 to 5 dead end existence.
Breaks my heart like a 9mm against my head.
I want out. I want more. I need something in this life to give back what it stole.
Work my fingers to the bone for them.
Breaks my soul like a 9 to 5 dead end existence.
Breaks my heart like a 9mm against my head.
I want out.
Can you feel me?
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White Meat
01:22
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Virtue signal at us one more time
Just show how much better you are
The self-appointed authority
Exploiting justice for currency
Mask your privilege by being so "woke"
Lying charlatan, we hope you choke
You're just another pretentious twat
You're just another self-righteous cop
You're so sanctimonious
You don't even think
You're so sanctimonious
You don't even think that this song's about you
That this song's about you, that this song's about you
Cop
You're just another pig
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Falling Through
03:36
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How has it all come to this?
This life left so unrealized.
I did everything right. Obeyed your rules and played your game.
I was a saint and a patriot.
A true believer of your faith
A true believer of your love
A dying martyr you can't deny
Falling through the cracks
I lost all of my faith in everything
Disappointed, dissatisfied
Waking up to another lie
I trusted what you had to say
Made no difference anyway
Now I choke on ambition
You built me up to tear me down
You raised me high to watch me fall
Now I come crashing down on you
Falling through the cracks
I lost all of my faith in everything
You promised me the world if I paid my pound of flesh
I gave all of my flesh, so where is mine?
I gave all of my flesh, so where the fuck is mine?
Where is mine?
A toda madre o un desmadre
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Hardcore punk from the 805.
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