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Jack You Up

Anonymous

I Want to Be Black

Fuck Machine

I, I hate everyone
It's so easy
I wouldn't do it if i didn't really care
I hate everyone
It's so easy
I wouldn't do it- do it- do it- do it-
Do it if I didn't need the -
Money! (7x)
Gimme-gimme right now!
I, I hate everyone
It's so easy
I wouldn't do it if i didn't really care
I hate everyone
It's so easy
I wouldn't do it- do it- do it- do it-
Do it if I didn't need the -
Money! (7x)
Gimme money right now!
Now!
Now!
Now!
Now!

Mindless Self Indulgence - I Hate Everyone

Indistinguishable from one another
No possible intention to even bother
It doesn't matter what is said or how we say it
Coincidentally, we all sound exactly the same
We all want to swindle kids out of their money
If you're still doing this 'cause you believe in it
You are so fucking lame!
Yo supe que nadie iba a comprender tu musica
Pero tu no me hiciste caso
Yo te dije, no te vistas en color rosa
Hey, when the world's overrun with too many bands
Who is it time for? Mark Chapman!
Hey, when they all seem absurd, he will thin out the herd
Ladies and gentlemen, Mark Chapman!
Now there is no heart
There is no fear
We all just cry the same old tear
Don't look to me, I do not lead
I'm just in front and they're all following
Some other motherfucker without the balls or cojones
To take a hold of the reins and use 'em
Why is something so obvious so elusive?
There is nothing on the menu that won't turn abusive
I am part of the problem, not the solution
I'm just a prisoner in the same prison as you
We wait for other shoes to fall into positions
Already obsolete, no one will miss us at all
Yo te dije, no debes de firmar con una compañia de discos tan grande
Ellos no te aprecian, yo no veo en MTV
Hey, when the world's overrun with too many bands
Who is it time for? Mark Chapman!
Hey, when they all seem absurd, he will thin out the herd
Ladies and gentlemen, Mark Chapman!
Now there is no heart
There is no fear
We all just cry the same old tear
I cannot tell, is it just me
Or do we all look just like
Adolph fuckin' Hitler with this swoopy emo boy dreamy haircut dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
Or maybe I'm just another megalomaniac, ooh-hoo-hoo!
Reginald, release the hounds!
Run, Pooky!
Donde está todo el dinero que me debes, ladrón?
Y además, dónde esta todo el dinero que me debes, ladrón?
Y además...

Mindless Self Indulgence - Mark David Chapman

Mindless Self Indulgence - On It

Pseudo Manifesto is a blistering fusion of post-hardcore urgency and jazz’s fractured elegance, a record that cuts deep into the cracked glass of modern existence. At its core, the album is a critique of postmodern disillusionment and the hollow promises of systems built by the ultra-rich and egomaniacal. Each track becomes a vignette of survival—average lives clawing through chaos, corporate towers looming like false gods, and the struggle to cling to faith, love, or sanity in a culture bent on consumption.

This is not a sermon of despair but a raw testimony: the sound of people fighting, failing, and resisting in a world that tells them they are powerless. Pseudo Manifesto becomes the rally cry of the disenchanted, the fractured philosophy of those who refuse to be swallowed whole by greed’s machinery. A soundtrack for the last stand of the everyday soul against empires of arrogance.

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