BUSHPIG SCATBUTCHER
Futuristic Paradise
[Intro]
Come on, ya fuckin' dogs!
Youse can all get fucked...
You’ll all be fuckin' hung...
I'm no longer part of your fuckin’ system!
I've resigned, I'm free!
Ya hear that dishlickers?
I'm free!
Ya bastards...
[Verse 1: Alien Wizard]
Welcome to the futuristic paradise
The psycho sculpted impoverished minds
Spiritual genocide, death of all styles
No imagination left and no way to improvise
Back in prison times, can you feel the isolation
Dripping out the wires
See, we medicate while drunk
Weigh the psychoactivity of the trial
Biologically manipulated food supply
Sad and terrified, and you don't know why
We can prescribе, and professionally advise
It must just be a disеase of the mind
Some of your feelings are absolutely unjustified
Go back to a nice normal life
Lifestyle you'd like, pick interest
Defy avatar, socialize
Stare at flashing lights
Freezing [?]
[?]
Shit to trivialize, [?]
Atomize, blood sacrifice
Binary life, good versus evil in black and white
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide
The fucking threat is implied
Well I feel highly un-fucking-civilized
RFK got shot point-blank, execution style and died
32 days prior, he tried to claim that the man [?]
My senseless senses sensing violence
And giving you explanations, and clarify and enlighten
As if a slick advertisement makes our kids join ISIS
50 shades of grey, American snipers
Windows tinted, scan my iris
Now I sit at a computer like a school shooter
First person [?] consumer, seducer
Black rose perfumer
[Outro]
Like a thorn in the side of a tulip
No UN and no union
Never lay down our guns, what the fuck are you doing?
No UN and no union
Never lay down our guns, what the fuck are you doing...
...bastards!