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JOB FOR A COWBOY lyrics - Ruination

Psychological Immorality

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It began under the dictatorship of a dark lord with the mindset of world supremacy set in years past Our nation picked up the pieces of a slain giant and continued to shape a psychological immorality Mind control on mass scale in post war endeavors, a shameful instrument once used to take over the deteriorating world Unspeakable experiments cast on the on the blameless with no justification or rational reasoning Deprivation of food, withering the helpless into fading, cadaverous bodies corroding at the mouth Forced sleeplessness, causing the brain to malfunction and shut down, leaving the patients to fall into mental illness Immense shock treatment and drug intake injected at the vein to degrade the human body and its weakening organs Blackening all luminescence to puzzle the mind to create dread of the time that lay ahead A discharged invasion of the mind, a program now Americanized

'03 Adolescence

J. COLE "2014 Forest Hills Drive"
I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer Damn, need somethin' newer In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her I wish I won't so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly I wish that I, could tell her how I really feel inside That I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lie She like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guy Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side On the bench, cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' bout that now Fast forward four years or so from now I'll probably cry When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry Cause I'm tryna stay alive, In the city where too many niggas die Dreamin' quiet tryna dodge a suit and tie Who am I? Aye who am I? (Yeah) Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better dawg I can't lie I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I always did shit the hard way, my niggas *** slangin' in the hallway Burnt CD's and trees like this was broadway, Times Square Kept the dimes there in the locker Some Reggie Miller With more brown hairs than Chubacca Whispers that he got it for the low low Sell a, dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better Besides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that? He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back I peep game Got home snatched my mama keychain, took her whip The appeal, too ill to refrain I hit the boulevard pull up to my nigga front door His mama at home, she still let em' hit the blunt though I told her hello and sat with my nigga and laughed And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash, and just asked "What a nigga gotta do to get that? Put me on" He just laughed when he seen I was sure 17 years breathing his demeanor said more He told me, "Nigga you know how you sound right now? You won't my mans, I would think that you a clown right now Listen, you everything I wanna be that's why I fucks with you So how you looking up to me, when I look up to you You bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices Either graduate to weight or selling number two For what? A hundred bucks or two a week? Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me? I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us If they ain't never want us why the fuck they never wore rubbers?" I felt ashamed to have ever complained about my lack of gear And thought about how far we done came From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky Thank you mama dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry You made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for granted I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed Nah I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly And show ol' girl what she missing The illest nigga alive Aye who am I? Things change, rearrange and so do I (Aye who am I?) It ain't always for the better dawg I can't lie (Aye who am I?) I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I never felt better

Shrine Of The Master

Brutality
Merciless to the siege - Agents massacred Protected fortress - Underground militia Religious sect - Proclaimed messiah David Koresh Devoted followers - One man's domain Fortified compound - Stockpile of weapons Forced reproduction - Tunnels underneath Protecting children - From the enemy Battalion of tanks - Failed negotiations Stronghold secured Rounds of ammunition fired Canisters of C-S gas - Dispersed inhumanely Interpretations of the seven seas Book of revelations Reconstructed skull - Bullet wounds found In craniums of slain disciples Masks of bureaucracy - Identities released Survivors interrogated - Reaccounting the horror Useless ordeal - Ends in death Merchants of greed - Fire consumes Cloaked in sympathetic dismay Beyond the grasp of the mind In death the answer lies Divine inspiration Ascension towards supremacy Dreadful endowment Scriptures recited Vengeance from martyred souls Hero of the tribulation Prepared to sacrifice Allured by the disguise Isolated from the world Bodies lay scattered - Apocalyptic hell Terrifying scene - Chilling act of suicide Devoured by raging flames Leaving a horrified world

Spawned Illusion

Brutality
Merciless to the siege - Agents massacred Protected fortress - Underground militia Religious sect - Proclaimed messiah David Koresh Devoted followers - One man's domain Fortified compound - Stockpile of weapons Forced reproduction - Tunnels underneath Protecting children - From the enemy Battalion of tanks - Failed negotiations Stronghold secured Rounds of ammunition fired Canisters of C-S gas - Dispersed inhumanely Interpretations of the seven seas Book of revelations Reconstructed skull - Bullet wounds found In craniums of slain disciples Masks of bureaucracy - Identities released Survivors interrogated - Reaccounting the horror Useless ordeal - Ends in death Merchants of greed - Fire consumes Cloaked in sympathetic dismay Beyond the grasp of the mind In death the answer lies Divine inspiration Ascension towards supremacy Dreadful endowment Scriptures recited Vengeance from martyred souls Hero of the tribulation Prepared to sacrifice Allured by the disguise Isolated from the world Bodies lay scattered - Apocalyptic hell Terrifying scene - Chilling act of suicide Devoured by raging flames Leaving a horrified world

Nothing To Include

Funker Vogt
thinking nad learning calcuating and computing reading, memorizing talking and apologizing 3D and efficient appraising this attitude four steps, comprehend? here is nothing to include brain dead no excuse leaving a useless shell control of the system only with your mind acting without moving illustrating without speaking turning into transforming your body into mind

Infernal Death

Death
So quick to judge, so easily we forget, What it's like to be dissected Where feelings are tossed aside Like a drug it feeds the imagination of minds that go unanalysed Followers to the leaders of mass hypnotic corruption That live their lives only to criticise Where is the invisible line that we must draw to create individual thought patterns Prisoners of mental deception be free within singular judgement Twisting words to control the masses To cover up one's self insecurities

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