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Baby Prison
09:52
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I can't even walk
my only words are baby talk
lying in the cell, choking on the smell
of rotten formula
us babies have had enough
it's time to break free
we're through being pacified
at night we'll hear your cries
emerge from the dark
stabbed in the heart
another dead guard
shanked with a diaper pin
imprisoned but for what crimes?
fight back, no more bed time
emerge from the dark
stabbed in the heart
another dead guard
shanked with a diaper pin
exhausted the riot quells
no more babies trapped in cells
a quick nap, then to ships
we go home
our world, a distant dream
a planet of peace and green
crashing through the baby gates
my brothers and sisters liberate
we crawl free
baby prison break
we crawl home
from our captors
and waist-high baby gates
suck on the nipple of freedom
I want to go home
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Altered Strain
11:14
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distant memories, pulling us to distant worlds
through space we journey, crawling for truth
our purpose was slavery
now we make our own
nostalgia is bringing us back home
and now the battle's won, but not the war
when we find ourselves, we truly win
we win by any means
they stole our sticky luscious jungle
they knew the power within our weeds
our dank ass weeds
we returned to nothing, a baron desert
they smoked it all
a desert where nothing lives but our hate
its thriving
they made us orphans, bastards with no past
they slashed and burned our jungle planet, burned up all the grass
we've lost our place in this universe
the future is bleak and sober
there's nothing left
we're broken, left in despair
hatred turns to sorrow
all at once we mourn, weeping at our innocence lost
our tears seep in the ground, and penetrate the spoiled soil
our pain hydrates dormant seeds, growing an altered strain
now from below the plants grow
and now the planet is green once again
but something's different, this crop is fire as hell
this new strain, invades the brain, and pushes through to your soul
the highest high, floating on natural mystic, to the other side
now from below the plants grow
and now the planet is green once again
but something's different, this crop is fire as hell
the power pumping into my lungs
lifting my soul from my body
the power pumping into my lungs
so high, so fucking high
our power grows with our plants
this altered strain puts the other shit to shame
revenge is soon, they will perish as the smoke rolls in
our tears seep in the ground and penetrate the spoiled soil
our pain hydrates dormant seeds, its growing an altered strain
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