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Serf Rock

From the folks who brought you free market economy,
Who keep four-fifths of the population in poverty,
Comes a hit sensation, sweepin' the nation,
It's the serf rock, vassal hop, harvest, plow, and livestock
Workin' for the overlord until it makes your body drop
 
Well, I'm proud to be a serf in the USA
The best goddamn feudal empire that ever was
The police might accidentally kill your dad
While serving and protecting that grand ol flag
And we work off our debt to the lords of the land

From the people who brought you corporate personhood
Who advertised to the republic for which it stood
An all new sensation for a silent nation
It's the serf rock, vassal hop, never, never, never stop

Well, I'm proud to be a serf in the USA
The best goddamn feudal empire that ever was
The police might accidentally kill your dad
While serving and protecting that grand ol flag
And we work off our debts to the lords of the land

Serf Rock

Flesh of my flesh, mind of my mind
Save your pleasantries for the blind
You're only innocent until they redefine
What is considered to be a crime

It's 1984
In business casual uniform
It's 1984
Each day we die a little more
It's 1984 

30 percent of all our lives spent rotting at a desk
We don't call it "slavery," because we're just for rent
They give us just enough to keep our hands free of torches and axes
While the upper middle class blames us for taking all their taxes 
Demigods in suits may turn their noses up at us
The artificial stench of entitlement radiating from their flesh
But we smile and dial, we punch the clock, cause freedom isn't free
We'll take a freedom combo with a looming threat of poverty

Draconian malevolence in full bloom
Shreds ribbons from his mother's womb
Smiling mask of skin tight against his face 
Generations debased by his embrace

It's 1984
In business casual uniform
It's 1984
Each day we die a little more
It's 1984 

You'll say anything for the company
You'll do anything for the company
You'll be anything for the company

Business Casual

Sockets

We severed the cord
Screams of agony virtually ignored
The dark advances like a gathering horde
Empty sockets of the servants bowing to the lords

Plastic smile
Watching the world pass by
Plastic smile
Looking through my eyelids

Teetering on the blade of a blender
Waiting for it to turn on
The lights flicker at breakneck speed
Everything looks like it's in slow motion

Sexual frustration
is inhaled like radiation
Misery and devastation 
is injected like it's your medication

Plastic smile
Watching the world pass on by
Plastic smile
Looking through my eyelids

Corpses are sitting in chairs 
throughout the room
The place stinks less of human rotting 
and more of silent tension

A thin mirror rests on the mantle
You peer into it, realize you are a corpse too
Enjoying the company of your dead friends in the room
The room, the tomb, that's filled with silent tension
So silent that it's ear-piercing
If the dead could shed a tear, you'd cry, cry, cry

Music Is Dead

Sockets

Pseudo Compassion & Gluttonous Sex

I feel so alive as you watch me die
Steal the tears right from my eyes
After the crowd explodes and the curtains close
Do you find yourself surprised?

Do you realize, your real eyes, tell real lies?
Do you lie to yourself too?
Or do you vanish with the age of reason,
Slink out before they see you?

You seek out the weak,
Feed upon their souls,
I want your pseudo-compassion and gluttonous sex

This town is a vermin's nest,
The days move slow, but the years progress
Every smile forced, every smile hurts
And we ignore the rest

We memorize and plagiarize and close our eyes,
And we lie to ourselves too.
Vanish with the age of reason,
Slink out before they see you. 

You seek out the weak
Feed upon their souls,
I want your pseudo-compassion and gluttonous sex

Pseudo-Compassion & Gluttonous Sex

Skingrafts For Everyone

The infinity mirror reflects your thoughts
Looks like a suicide, but it’s not
Call in the press to see the body rot
With a wink of the eye, it gets a prime time spot
The boards of deceit cross to form a crucifix
The bodies pile up like a neat stack of sticks
Our forefathers scurry with flaming dicks
While poor mothers swallow pills to get their kicks

They called her Ms. Understood
Pain taught her more than the teachers ever could
The ground opened up right where she stood
And she dropped in the seeds like a good girl should
She watered it with tears that she collected in a jar
She fertilized the soil with the feces of the stars
It grew into a big red cadillac car
It ran her right over and left a few scars
I said, “Who you been lovin’ since my mind’s been gone?”
She said, “a shadow of my former self, is that so wrong?”
She downloads her baby from a digital womb
Gently placed her in her tomb

We drag our feet across the sand,
But the swing doesn’t stop, it just keeps going and…

All I want for Xmas is a lobotomy, I said,
All I want for Xmas is a lobotomy
You ask me, “how am I not myself?”
I answer, “boy, you’re nothing without your health”
And we pray, bless the killer’s heart, for he kills for Christ!
Bless the killer’s heart, for he kills for Christ!
I was a prisoner of war, got me a ticket to heaven
Where I served a violent tyrant named Jesus Lenin/Lennon
Elvis, Satan, Gandhi, and mommy too,
We wanted to escape, but our numbers were too few
My fists were smashing violently into a wall of clouds,
But it never ends and the screams are so loud

Skingrafts for everyone
Stitches for me

Skingrafts For Everyone

Under The Covers

Goodbye Horses

We just shot a music video for "Western World" following the release of our new EP, "So Much For The Tolerant Left," and we had the honor and the privilege to be joined by his highness, Vermin Supreme, president of the United States and Overlord of Planet Earth! Stay tuned for the release of the video, and remember to vote early, and vote often for Vermin Supreme in 2020!

Western World

Western World (feat. Vermin Supreme)

Opening track from upcoming album "Fainting By Numbers" coming 2018!

Render unto me
Unsentimental observer you say I am
Render unto me

The stars dancing in time
With devils in my mind
The scarcity of affection
Left my heart pumping dry
But I don’t mind 
no I don’t mind

Render unto me
Unsentimental observer

Fainting By Numbers

Unsentimental Observer

MSD is a dynamic, synth-heavy, two-or-more-piece outfit located in the Southwestern United States, playing music loosely described as anarcho post-punk. From self-releasing albums, to self-booking tours, to screen printing merch, to the DIY ethos do they abide!

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