Terminal culture
Refuses to die
Metastasizes and
Multiplies
Immune to violence
Numb to death
Pointedly cruel
Selfishness
A sprawling wasteland
Hostile to life
Endless joyless conquest
It's where all hope goes to die
And look at these f*ckin losers
Their neo-brown shirt brigade
Sacrificial virgins to
The God of guns and chick Fil a
A bunch of crybaby bullies
Terrified with change
Impose a uniformity
That never fit, in retrospect,
Yeah that's alright with me
Because of course it's f*ckin bullshit
A self-fulfilling prophecy
It's conscripted participation in white supremacy
(To a younger me, I say)
I can't promise you justice
(To a younger me, I say)
I can't promise you peace
All I can promise is a clean conscious
A couple of forever friends
And a good nights rest knowing
That you were right the whole time.
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Terminal culture
Refuses to die
Metastasizes and
Multiplies
Immune to violence
Numb to death
Pointedly cruel
Selfishness
A sprawling wasteland
Hostile to life
Endless joyless conquest
It's where all hope goes to die
And look at these f*ckin losers
Their neo-brown shirt brigade
Sacrificial virgins to
The God of guns and chick Fil a
A bunch of crybaby bullies
Terrified with change
Impose a uniformity
That never fit, in retrospect,
Yeah that's alright with me
Because of course it's f*ckin bullshit
A self-fulfilling prophecy
It's conscripted participation in white supremacy
(To a younger me, I say)
I can't promise you justice
(To a younger me, I say)
I can't promise you peace
All I can promise is a clean conscious
A couple of forever friends
And a good nights rest knowing
That you were right the whole time.
Refuses to die
Metastasizes and
Multiplies
Immune to violence
Numb to death
Pointedly cruel
Selfishness
A sprawling wasteland
Hostile to life
Endless joyless conquest
It's where all hope goes to die
And look at these f*ckin losers
Their neo-brown shirt brigade
Sacrificial virgins to
The God of guns and chick Fil a
A bunch of crybaby bullies
Terrified with change
Impose a uniformity
That never fit, in retrospect,
Yeah that's alright with me
Because of course it's f*ckin bullshit
A self-fulfilling prophecy
It's conscripted participation in white supremacy
(To a younger me, I say)
I can't promise you justice
(To a younger me, I say)
I can't promise you peace
All I can promise is a clean conscious
A couple of forever friends
And a good nights rest knowing
That you were right the whole time.
Writer: Ian Phillips
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