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The Real Gift
03:28
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You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
First, you ask a question
Next, they make shit up
You believe it
You believe it
They take everything
They take everything
They control your life
You keep on giving, the real gift
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
And now I’m gonna learn to scuba dive
Hey! You start with a question.
I respond with a really good story
You believe it
You believe it
I take everything
I take everything
I control your life
You keep on giving, the real gift
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
You keep on giving
You keep on giving
You keep on giving
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
Be still and know that I am now your god
I control your life
You keep on giving, the real gift
You’re scared of what you can’t quantify
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Digital Meat
02:50
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Yup
You’ve seen it before
Get a little pull, haha
Get a big pool
Fill it with blood
Everybody comes
Disposable animals
Disposable animals
Disposable animals
Disposable animals
Like cows from Omaha
Cows from Omaha
Where is my cut?
Where is my cut?
Where is my cut?
We been bought and sold
And I wanna know, where is our cut?
Zuck, where is our cut?
Zuck, where is our cut?
Zuck, where the fuck is our cut?
Zuck, where the fuck is my cut?
Zuck, where the fuck is my cut?
Zuck, where the fuck is—
Beeeeezos where is my cut?
Gooooooogle bought and sold us
Strip my data from bone
From inside my home
It’s digital meat
You’re digital meat
We’re all just digital meat
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San Vicente
03:10
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Yuck—human, we’re all just human
Wading to survive, waiting to die
Broken down, tread on me
Don’t bleed no more
I’ve run ashore
I fought for you
Buried my pain
To keep you safe
From the horrors you made
Know I came back with trauma
Oh you can’t imagine the things I’ve seen **
Where are the safe spaces for me?
You said the ground’s enough
If I can’t find ‘em
I fought for you
I buried my pain **
To keep you safe
Yet you feel no shame
When you turn, look away
I can’t find help, and you say—
Support the troops, unless
They’re sleeping in your flowerbed
No man left behind, but
We go to war
My profits gain
Thanks for your selflessness
You’ll get a free grave
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Stockyard Chicago, Illinois
Chicago, IL Slunge Muck
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