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Pyramids

by Soul Phlegm

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No Easter ham, no Christmas feast Tell a doctor, tell a lawyer, tell a priest I've heard this joke before I've smelled this smoke before Now I'm down here on my knees Cut to commercial if you can Before you wind up missing your head Melt you into mush Grind you into sand The plight of the working man Boil your bones down into economy stew Foreclose on your clothes Evict every part of you Everyone pretends But no one understands The plight of the working man Step by step Heave by ho Someone's always trying to tell you Which way to go Mark your territory strong And sleep with your eyes open wide Like darkness is your friend Grandpa warned you to his death With his very last breath They'll harvest all your time Until there's nothing left You thought the day was at an end But here it comes again The plight of the working man
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God Awful 05:26
Angels turn away When they get a whiff of her virginity Them mens come out the hill To get their feed, to get their fill Of my little love nightmare My little Jezebel Spin your little web my little spider Spin your web a little wider What you say? Say it again Say it with feeling We're all just starving For man made garbage Let the games begin You walk around like I ain't got a clue Like I can't smell The evil things that you do You say you want lovin' I say you need perfume You got that god awful stench on you You keep talkin' bout freedom And why? When ever other stutter you utter is a lie Note to self: Don't trust humans Who do you freaky think you foolin'? Who do you freaky think? Actin all rinky dinky Wavin' your stinky pinky Who do you freaky think you foolin'?
3.
The Will 05:16
They're going door to door Preaching the word of the lord With their raging hearts on Knock on wood, try to ignore them Heaven was made for fools One of the tools of control For the bourgeoisie Señor no si puede Half a man half a monster inside Every alien nature will Eternally collide It's hard to read the will To the willingly dying You can waste your languid life Like an ancient ghost There is feasibly a reason you can Find to keep on trying It's hard to read the will To the willingly dying Dying in their homes and under stairs of endless time Lost to the crevices of the mind Writhe, rotting in silent earth since the urchins birth when the light lost sight of it's listless fires
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They found the runaway With a dirty blade of grass to his name No class of family could afford That kind of guilt, grief or shame It's hard to say what sick Ridiculous wickedness to blame But who's to blame anyway? It's hard to say the history Or the mystery of deceit Inventing hellish elephant skeletons In a dream Rampaging naked through the streets Screaming: What does it all mean? They hide inside the mountain Dive into the dust Ride the weary rusted We say: time is come to bleed the drums dry A chemical reaction happened In the absence of a brain The toxic goblins monger fear from a plastic picture frame The television culture revolution is bullshit A mechanical priest preaches from the pulpit The puppets pathetically start pulling their own strings they can hardly be classified as human beings There's always money in the mania we believe We want the truth in a ruthless trash bag But what does it all mean?
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The greatest bamboozle The war over your soul The essence immortal Will swallow you whole The people sleep beneath a veil of hocus pocus One word against their jihad and they'll unleash the locusts As someone's whispering god's kaleidoscopic circus In the ears, on the streets, in the old fashion The people believe anything from anyone that feeds them It's a sin to talk about the lost cause of freedom The future fossils of an archaic kingdom Spreading fear through the streets In the old fashion What you believe and what you perceive Exist in conflicting realms of reality Every denomination has got something to sell What you cherish and what you desire Gonna perish in the lake of fire I'll buy that fable when the tables turn cold in hell What would they find? Under a foreign sun With a domestic lie They'll spend eternity burning Blind as a beggar, never say never Blind as a beggar forever And they skinned the animals alive Out of boredom, out of hunger, out of fear, out of envy and they let the humans run free in a mechanical wilderness Unfit to be lived by man And in their silence they stalk the streets and they cry: "Don't believe the lie"

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The world as we know it has made the transformation into a geometric incarceration: a mechanical wilderness hazardous to ecological security. Gods of industry & economy haunt the very fabric of existence. Life is changing more rapidly than mankind can evolve to adapt to. While machines become our Kings & Masters. The future is intrepid, trite, & technicolor; the past is bones & dust of the human conundrum. What we leave behind in our wake of atomized information overload will not define the future but what history or humanity we have the strength to carry.

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released March 3, 2016

Written & produced by Soul Phlegm
Recorded at River Rock Studios
Mixed by Kevin Israel
Mastered by Rare Form Mastering
Art by Isaac & Joseph Ewart, Max Newkirk, & Natalia Araujo

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