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  1. The Wind

From the recording Social Murder Meditation

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Lyrics

everybody needs everybody wants
everybody signin’ on and has something to flaunt
everybody screams everybody yells
everybody thinkin’ they’re the hero in their tale
the hero in their tale

your talent is so cheap
cheap like Wal-Mart pleats
everyone can sing and play without a truth to speak
homogenize the thought
homogenize the art
same old song and dance my friends as long as people want
as long as people want

standin’ up for righteousness
inspire with fake quotes
masking your desire to be the only hope
empty bag of meat you are
empty bag of meat
kiss of nature coming hard The Wind blows to me
the wind blows to me

what change have you made?
can’t make up your mind
what change have you made?
can’t make up your mind

do it for the likes
do it for the stat
if it isn’t posted not worth inking a new tat
do you feel the joy?
the joy of spending time
judging people you don’t know a lemon hates a lime
a lemon hates a lime

do an extra set
make sure your buns are tight
your followers don’t want to see an ounce of cellulite
crucify the right
antagonize the left
echo chamber ego trip you’re speaking to the deaf
speaking to the deaf

high and mighty post is made
the evils of pig roast
did you read the article?
was written by a ghost
empty bag of meat you are
empty bag of meat
kiss of nature coming hard The Wind blows to me

what change have you made?
can’t make up your mind
what change have you made?
can’t make up your mind

make sure we see your meals but then go for a run
no-one likes a muffin top yeah now we’re havin’ fun
remember when your mama said, “Don’t care what people think.”
she really wasn’t kidding you don’t have to take a drink
don’t have to take a drink
how many memes inspire the time that you have spent?
your goldfish focus longer on these tasks of acumen
notify the masses, all day we reminisce
remember when remember when this ain’t no benign cyst
this ain’t no benign cyst

this network is a cancer
a social murder hit
no real interaction diabolical piss fit
empty bag of meat you are
empty bag of meat
kiss of nature coming hard The Wind blows to me

this network is a cancer
a social murder hit
no real interaction diabolical piss fit
empty bag of meat you are
empty bag of meat
kiss of nature coming hard The Wind blows to me

The Wind blows to me baby
The Wind blows to me baby
The Wind
The Wind