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Get Cunning
03:35
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Dread
02:32
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Easy to get lead to cynical dread
Indeed in bed with the programming in our heads,
Forcefully fed by the one percent that prevents
The life force we’re taught to repress
Reassess, we’re not all fixed to selfishly passive abyss
The worse feat we can commit ‘n’ the greatest amiss
Is let ourselves be convinced our power does not exist
Is let ourselves be convinced our power does not exist
We don’t think we have the patience found in our learnt skills
We don’t think we have the will that’s spent on earning bills
We don’t think we have the energy, suppressed with pills
We don’t think we have the knowledge, yet we don’t read still
We don’t think we have the focus lost in tv’s drool
We don’t think we have awareness in a cunning rule
We don’t think we have the care and rather say we’re cruel
We don’t think we have the power but we have been fooled
Capitalism’s become our mothers, sedating us with what we purchase
Our rational head’s become toddlers, berated with exotic colours,
Fashionable marketing udders, spouting milky mottos and mantras,
Here’s a new one sisters and brothers - desist, resist, persist,
Same ideology that thought the masses, can’t be trusted to rationally assess
Made our dichotomy to begin with, Bernay’s thought best to direct our guess
Take in the suffering of our brothers and our sisters, adrenalizes
Builds our resilience, deepens our world and frees our mind’s mess
Our social ingenuity will cause for needed mutiny
Prepare for insecurity and misdirected scrutiny
Strengthening immunity as we live as community
In our incongruity, there’s solace in our unity
It’s tempting to think we have no decisions
Beyond flaccidly voting for politicians
We can make a difference
We don’t think we have the patience found in our learnt skills
We don’t think we have the will that’s spent on earning bills
We don’t think we have the energy, suppressed with pills
We don’t think we have the knowledge, yet we don’t read still
We don’t think we have the focus lost in tv’s drool
We don’t think we have awareness in a cunning rule
We don’t think we have the care and rather say we’re cruel
We don’t think we have the power but we fucking do
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3. |
Pinky Tax
02:51
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Happiness is my credit
Spend, spend, spend get it
In the morning regret it
This one, don’t sweat it
This is imbended
I’ll let let let it
Constantly indebted
No time to reset it
Old ideas spreading
Says we’re all heading
Down this road getting
Nowt at all
I’ll just keep treading
Marks of me dreading
Identity petting boxes, walls
Stop and pause
You’ll see claws
Defy the laws
‘Woohoo’, you’ll see claws
No one wants this anymore
Fear has locked us to our doors
Close on up until my core
‘Aw’ this just feels like a chore
Spend my ends
Meet nothing more
Than blind consumption
What’s in store?
Sexualising children? ‘Ohhh’
Bear legs, thin limbs, wide eyes for
Male pleasure in my ‘woah’
Smooth like little girl’s galore
Pinky tax or just wax
Just relax, back and cracks
Spend what i can change to the max
To be your little kinky snack
It girl, fit girl
Struggling to sit, girl
Gets the fire lit, girl
Give a little lick, girl
Quick girl, lip girl
Pecking at your tit, girl
Giving me some gyp, girl
Do you want a hit girl?
I don’t care for silly boys
Seeing i’m a living toy
I’ll buy into this stale ploy -
Monetising human joy
Green light, red light, green light red
Good girl, bad girl, off to bed
Feed me all your mental dread
That fills me up until i’m dead
Boundaries ‘smoundries’
We like ‘em kept down-zies
Your ass round-zies
For my mound-zies
Don’t be flouncy
I’m a hound-zy
No one around, see?
Let me pound-zy
Ok sir, i’ll calm it down
You can’t stand upset-set sounds
Our excitement so i’ve found
Expectation’s got you bound
If i’m sad i’ll buy a round
If i’m not, i’ll spend my pounds
Burn them as i wear my gown
To increase all your pussy drowns
Kiss a little here
Fuck a little there
Leave me sobbing on your stairs
Leaves me throbbing for your care
And your extended torrid glare
Give a little love
Give a little more
That’s what all this money’s for
Happiness ain’t for the poor
Products so the men can rour
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4. |
& Never Fake an Orgasm
03:03
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Oh you, the robust lacklustre
Claim to nonplus? Scrupulous!
You’re ranked plus
Picked up from porn or born women wank less
Mixed up, you yawn’o’corn-winning-champ, yes
Distress
Guilt spilt words ‘cannae’ help confess
I’mma gyrate-insane
You’re blank. Worst! Thankless
Think my clit’s a nuke button that you can’t press?
Fuck this
You’re ducking what is thanked “yes!”
Overlooking my chest
‘Nother pushing your quest
Pest, i’m you’re guest, you’re blessed
Assess
Best? Are you stressed? Confess the rest
Maybe migrate, my time is finate
I maybe irate, guy’s got me tired late
And thus annihilates
More thrusts in my way
‘Less wants to violate
Frankness is fired straight
Yours, doors closed, undressed and i look best,
Less
Than a vessel in this wrestle for your fuck mess
I’m to drown in your excess life stress
Repressed but baby boom as you ingress
“Oh…oh...Ugh…ugh”
Lifeless
Turns pending, yurns lending for your address
Worth sending, first tending for your access,
Surely
Assure me you’re professional?
Surely you’re in recession now
Cure thee!
But how now do you lure me?
Firstly, maturely get me thirsty
Burst free out of your pursy served pleas
Mircy i own, let’s use our words, see
Contra-hoe-vasy
Contra-hoe-vasy
Contra-hoe-vasy
(Chorus x 2)
Lifeless pursuit in the route of lust
Looking for spirit in your pelvic thrust
Don’t respect my limits, i’ll learn to adjust
You’re the absent piece of my soul i trust
I put the honest in hedonist just want head
You had some nice nice yurns in my bed
Shreak til your brittle boans freak to a stead
Oh, you’ve gone a tittle tad fickle to my dread
Keep it up, fill your cup, fill your cup
Not seething through my teeth petal, ‘nup’
Let’s keep the peace and all settle but
This talk of ‘nai’ debt is hard to keep up
My turn’s up for debate mate,
Yours is seen as a straight fate
Contract in our contact, great
Compact breadwinner, taxed rate
Not good at that, wait -
Pâle, tête-à-tête, chat, state
Conversation, yeah, activates
Exhilaration for the nation
Do i need to reinstate?
For propagation
Revolutionary state
That would be based on
Come-passionate weight
Exhaltation
‘Cos love’s innate
Never fake an orgasm
Perfected my short spasms
Concert pro by sore chasms
Peddle meddle phantasm
Looking like a fan? Ask ‘em
“Do you like my plan?”
Dazzle ‘em if you can
Fasten down for the wham
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Natasha Natura Glasgow, UK
A wild feminine force, voicing every death and rebirth.
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