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Land Grab

from Black Cop 7" by Black Cop

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this call to arms is a parody
no life's work just a masquerade
nothing to see here, no room to breathe
none of this means a fucking thing
too sick to suffer for this art
just stop and stare til it falls apart

we'll get back in line
like every other time
true til fucking death
left, right, left

pseudo-intellect, you're fucking wrecked
seek approval and disaffect
new age idiot elite
beat into submission til we believe

we'll get back in line
like every other time
true til fucking death
left, right, left
when you come up for breath
there will be nothing left

you're not superior to me
connive and die if you want to be free

give it a minute, you'll fucking regret
dead ends are what you'll get
no foundations, don't stick around
want to make waves? you'll fucking drown

it's a shame how it turned out
we all grow up, we all fall down

never try, no surprise
you lie
just die

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from Black Cop 7", released June 30, 2014

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