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Lyrics:
Who Killed Meaning?
Look what's left in its place
Symbols without signifiers; a false god

Positional Importance 
Removes what you claim to preach

The substitution of meaning 
With visual pleasure
implies a lack of discomfort in an art form so
emotive

Who Killed Meaning?
How must we mend this severance
Of art and self
When Captain Alex Is Dead....

Captain Alex is dead; in his place lies Bad Black

lyrics:
I hate walking on eggshells
Around
These honky folks

Without fear my desire becomes will
This is true freedom

When you make moons fall
I feel alive
But what you're wearing
Makes me 

Question me

My culture is not your costume!
That zipper not only restricts your chest
But shows your conscious
How can one be conscious, (pretend to be conscious)
When so much effort is put towards the antithesis to one's "message"
"If you're gonna preach, preach" a wise fella once told me holding the paper at two o' clock in the mornin'
Revelations hit me like airballs onto the grounds of run-down playgrounds,
Or more accurately like the dice that hits that very same flat surface at exuberant speeds
In places where building bricks turn clod
But when bricks cold, there's money to "boin"
And when there's money to burn, there are daishikis with zippers 
And people who forget the agreement.

That’s not a daishiki...it has a zipper!

lyrics:
In the destruction of 
Identity with expectation
To conform, I watch
Loveless vessels of
Hatred project...
Fantasy onto their
Perceived sense of jurisdiction

Their protection of "peace"
is the act of erasure
The clouding of culture 
And the simple act of existence
Is hypocrisy in its truest form 

Fibs in the promise of
Defense propel...
Fallacies absorbed by
The sheltered mind
In this, decimation
And erasure are...
Proposed as the insurance of safety 

Their protection of "peace"
is the act of erasure
The clouding of culture 
And the simple act of existence
Is hypocrisy in its truest form

Nerds dance to IDM, personally I’m more of a footwork Nigga

lyrics:
A facade has been created
Veiling itself in community
The "collective standard" reveals its hypocrisies
Blindly protecting
Unfathomable acts of hatred

Clocked 
In
A
Mist
I am met with that familiar whiteness
A feeling so pure, it disgusts me

When I am engulfed in this mist
It tells me to be whole with it
I know I can not be
But "Hardcore is for Everybody!"
A utopia deconstructed 
The roots have been replaced with false reality

To only mar
The appearance of one 
Who faces unified predisposed loathing
Is what I find myself so often
Discontent with

Land is actively destroyed in front of us
Yet we turn to worship 
Rather than
retribution
Some may point to weakness, but I would point to something more
detestable,
A failure in the human condition

Hey, HXC is for Everybody! (Ft. Sevencrimsonsuns)

lyrics:
As our legs shake...
Wrapped in a dance
This nervous feeling
Is this all I am?
And I just freeze up
But there's still time left
I can be just like them 

When one is "whole"
You lose yourself
Is it worth it
To be another pawn

NO!

We must scream from the top!
And fight against a system
That views us as whole
We must unite
With our lanky limbs hand-in-hand
We must scream from the top!

What’s Bugjane’s GPA?

lyrics:
Something's not adding up here
Your words rebut your actions
The time you've spent in defense
Is emblematic of your...
Connection to self
Yet your words ring out hollow
Who does this grandstanding help
When your really the same in the end

Perceived morality 
Rests dormant in your presence 
Is parasocial appearance
All that matters?
Our vessels become one
In this dance of desires
Eyes will latch onto a
Reality so obscured

Selective morality is...(2+2 is 4, 9+10 is 21)
The death of self and conscious (unspoken laws by which we abide)
A climb for validation (unceremoniously broken to)
Defense of equal action (protect one's hubris; a false god)

How does it feel to not be human?
One and the same,
Fight for control
Yet You've both lost it
All....

Where does pity end? 
And growth begin

You have made your grave
No time for retribution

Something's not adding up here
Your words rebut your actions
The time you've spent in defense
Is emblematic of your...
Connection to self
Yet your words ring out hollow
Who does this grandstanding help
When your really the same in the end

9+10 = Jean-Baptiste Augustin

lyrics:
You can't see me
But I'm yours
My words unnoticed, removing all intention
This fire in me's getting drowned out by your wants
And everytime I pander
It's my fatal flaw
Whats this dance where we tip-toe around what matters?
Expectedly, I hear no answer

When the last star fades
And our souls intertwine,
I'll still be there 
To feel your rhythms
That's the goal, right?
In a post-words world, we as creatives
Serve one purpose: 
To aesthetically 
Please the commonwealth
Our art no longer projects meaning,
You just want to dance 

So lets just dance 'cuz nothing matters
Keep playing in my face, inspire my art
Just hold my hand, as we take this fall
Our fates will be determined when we hit the bottom
So lets just dance! 
'Cuz nothing matters!
Keep upholding your thinly veiled facade

How it feels to have a personality disorder and have you bumass bitches playin’ in my face…

lyrics:
What is this obsession with upholding
The sanctity of community
When the protection enables the harm of others
Fixed railroads and inevitability
Lead ones to ignorance
Envy follows around every corner
Creating infeasibility for the removal of ego
We can't preach wholehearted acceptance
While evils protrude

The practice of "turning a blind eye"
Or ignorance
Is what festers destruction within
What role does community serve
When protection is conditional?

I can't fathom the
Retraction of exile
as it only implies
A crumbling of morality (that was never quite there)
But here is where my meditations have failed me

And is in desperate need of replacement
Yet no obvious answers arose
However in the face of
Such whiteness
Purity shines through
This is my final call

The practice of "turning a blind eye"
Or ignorance
Which is what festers destruction from within
What role does community serve if protection is conditional?
In a post-words world,
we as creatives should work towards the betterment of the people!
Understanding is the first step to making any significant change
Hold these words close and keep the agreement in your hearts...

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