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Philip H. Anselmo & The Illegals
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Philip H. Anselmo & The Illegals - Irrelevant Walls And Computer Screens
Irrelevant Walls And Computer Screens
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There’s bound to be… Terrorism/and schism/thriving on in droves…
It’ll be… Pilfered/ripping/ramshackle/device rolling on...Through irrelevant walls…
It’s sad it’s literal…Extortion of opinion…It’s more political…
So it goes… right/over/my/head… Who’s the enemy? Do one and one make three?
That’s the question…It’s right/directly/underneath/our nose…
Land/scape(s)/overrun/by tanks/ crash through the dead meat
Panic/stricken/nay-sayers /got just what they paid for…And keep paying for…
It’s taken literal…The conquest for deception…
Fear is subliminal…And it goes… right/into/our/heads
Who’s the enemy? Do one and one make three?
That’s the question… That’s right/directly/underneath/our nose…
Scape/goat/tattooed devils/take to the sky… the perpetual myths will not die…
It’s not debatable… When fact yields phantom fiction…
It’s fucking pitiful…That it’s drilled/right/into/our/heads…
Does one and one make three? That’s the question…I wonder…? Who’s the enemy?
It’ll be… Pilfered/ripping/ramshackle/device rolling on...Through irrelevant walls…
It’s sad it’s literal…Extortion of opinion…It’s more political…
So it goes… right/over/my/head… Who’s the enemy? Do one and one make three?
That’s the question…It’s right/directly/underneath/our nose…
Land/scape(s)/overrun/by tanks/ crash through the dead meat
Panic/stricken/nay-sayers /got just what they paid for…And keep paying for…
It’s taken literal…The conquest for deception…
Fear is subliminal…And it goes… right/into/our/heads
Who’s the enemy? Do one and one make three?
That’s the question… That’s right/directly/underneath/our nose…
Scape/goat/tattooed devils/take to the sky… the perpetual myths will not die…
It’s not debatable… When fact yields phantom fiction…
It’s fucking pitiful…That it’s drilled/right/into/our/heads…
Does one and one make three? That’s the question…I wonder…? Who’s the enemy?
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