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Kiss me, judas
Kiss me judas , Don’t make me wait
Don’t be so prudish. For heavens sake
Lay one on me. Don’t be ashamed
Ill be a zombie in just 3 days
Because tonight you’ll set me up
You’re gonna set me up
You’re gonna set me up
Kiss me judas. Im in the mood
Now eat my body. Because I’m food
Ill give you 3 spikes You put me up
Water to wine, then drink my blood
Then you’re gonna set me up
Tonight you’ll set me up
Youre gonna set me up
You’ll set me up
Tomorrow at the palace
They’re pardoning barabbas
Then the thorny coronation
And the 39 lashes
That’s when pontius pilate
Gets super O.C.D.
Starts washing off his hands
And seeing things in threes
After you set me up
Tonight you set me up
You’re gonna set me up
You’ll set me up
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Small rooms
Expose your evidence explain its relevance
walk the corridors of these small rooms
To satisfy your need for proof
To solve this mystery, this buildings history
Passing these small rooms
Youll see his face hell see you too
Hell see you too
In the corner of your vision apparition
Intuition, that face
Sweaty evil stranger in the small rooms
Turns to vapor and waits
In 1964, this was the children’s ward
Mental hospital, within these walls
Were prisoners and criminals
One kept breaking in
They would find him
With the children
With sick intents
Next time that they caught him breaking in
They gave him something strong in a syringe
His murder brought an end to the abuse
They buried him and set his spectre loose
on these small rooms
on these small rooms
on these small rooms
on these small rooms
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Eunuch tantrum
Im not in the mood to talk about your mistruths
And watch you condemning all the people you knew
You act like you think that you’re an agent from god
A self- proclaimed empath, both you’re not
You say that mankind has seven years left
If life on this planet still looks better than death
Ive seen azrael as im walking downtown
Checking off names putting people in the ground
The people are revolting
The people are revolting
Directed energy weapons leave no marks on clothing
Watch your p and q-anon drops
Laugh at people waiting at bus stops
Single sighted squinting cyclops
Pretend you’re not the cum trough
Get out there and hurt some body
Get out there and hurt somebody
Its the only thing that makes you happy
Go to a meeting tell them one of your stories
The people are revolting
The people are revolting
The people are revolting
Get out there and practice self-loathing
Im not here to screw or to take your abuse
I gave it a year but still I never got through
Its weird what people do for a little good sex
But I know that its due to the fact that you’re possessed
The people are revolting
The people are revolting
The people are revolting
Get out there and hurt somebody
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Holy Hegemony
03:08
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Holy Hegemony
Plagued by answers without questions
Burdened under this forced collection
This albatross around our necks
Pokes holes into the Canon text
This is what spawns partisans
Taking control back into our hands
Words disguised as jagged breath
Against those getting rich off death
Nos voro venenum
Watch out pedestrians
Fall out of your traps
Sometimes the prey’s gonna fight back
Cross my heart and hope to die
In my attempt to stay alive
This ground that burns beneath our feet
These fertile fields of grey concrete
Lifting off the heavy yoke
Before another spine is broke
Once you’ve seen behind the screen
There’s us and them and nil between
Bleach it till its black
Gregor on his back
Midas in reverse
Ignoring it only makes it worse
Set adrift with the abandoned ships
That choke the municipal bay
The glowing archipelago
Made from hazardous waste
We’ve dropped the hammer On our foes
We’ve shot off almost every toe
Were drowning in our spoon-fed lies
We need so we can sleep at night
Let me hold your prosthetic hand
We”ll protect as we take your land
We’ll give you our brand of autonomy
Dictated by industry
There’s nothing left to fear
Your prince is finally here
Now meet your sister-wives and get in line
What’s yours is mine until the end of time
What’s yours is mine
What’s yours is mine
What’s yours is mine
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Rorschach of Despair
Pestered by a public I actively avoid
They guess I don’t have troubles
Of my own to fill the void
Neuro-divergent half-wits
Think they’re in control
While the mental-minimal onslaught
Somehow leads the polls
Too many people too many problems
All shooting off their mouths
Drunk on junk and gasoline
Inside a burning house
This Rorschach of despair
This chalice of crimson Meade
By the ankle you are snared
And hang for eternity
Watch your loved ones suffer
As they try and take your mask
Be the first one in your neighborhood
To live to be the last
Overwhelming apathy because
Really, what’s the point?
Everybody’s destiny is
Determined by the coin
Bored of drugs and torture
And over strife and pain
Porno so perverse that it will
Change your DNA
Brand and cage the jailers
And torch the theocrats
Billionaires will not be spared
From going in the vat
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Nuclear winter
Complaints scratched into the walls
Tear gas permeates the halls
Too many fires to put out
We have climbed into the mouth
And are starting to dissolve
Acrid mornings in the haze
Airborne chemicals remain
Lingering in stagnant air
Damage done you can’t repair
Sheltering in place
These mistakes
We did not make
But were made to suffer the consequences
Stay awake and watch it take
As it breaks down all your senses
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Pro-Life Deathsquad
02:49
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Pro-life deathsquad
Our days are numbered like a calendar
Speeding towards a cliff as passengers
Suicidal driver whipping every horse
As if he was possessed by some malevolent force
He lets go of the wheel as he closes his eyes
Then cross the double yellow toward the opposite side
Whos that up on the crucifix?
Whos the martyr for a day?
Burning out before the wick is lit
In a shocking expose
Halos of paper sprayed metallic gold
Faking the saviour its the greatest story
that just never gets old
Everybody’s into flagellation
There’s roving gangs of penitent teens
This is the neuter generation
As long as its in latin they don’t care what it means
Volunteer urinal bark on cue
Bury your face in the ashtray too
Now you’re surrounded every agency goon
Has a finger on the trigger and a bullet for you
Gin scented propositions
Male weakness
For judging flavor by its shape
Its rarely enforced but the rules all say
Dont brush your teeth if the water is grey
Friends of the victim looking down from their perch
Demanding a conviction or theyll go berzerk
Vigilante justice as a last resort
If they don’t like the verdict handed down from the court
Pro-life deathsquad armed to the teeth
Self-anointed soldiers of the theocrat wing
Terrorism tactics of the boomer brigade
As they leave us all with nothing but the mess that they made
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Yellow Guillotine
02:27
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Yellow guillotine
It was a nightmare of a dream if it was anything at all
Let me describe the scene
There was- oh what are those things called?
Oh yes- a yellow guillotine had been waiting in my room
the air was thick like you could fix it on a spoon
So there we were in my apartment and the first thing that it said
was “im a messenger from heaven but im also into head”
I recognized there risk involved I said id need some alcohol
And so we drank some chardonnay
I will rip what you sew
I will confiscate your phone I will move into your home
youll see your friends as foes
im your moody chaperone and This is Stockholm syndrome
One hostage every hour Who wants to go next?
Surrendering your power Rapunzel in a tower
waiting for the yellow guillotine to come get her head
No ones immune the end comes for you
Might not be tonight, but its going to be soon
so dont waste your life worried how it will end
Because after were gone we get to come back again
As a head hanging from Kalis waist Or maybe skewered on
a pike outside the palaces gate
You’ll get to find out for yourself in a matter of days
There’s only one thing in your future that you’ll never escape
You’ll see a guillotine approach you
As you approach the end
As a light to guide you
In exchange for head
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Life During Occupation
03:23
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Life during occupation
You sold your soul the pole is calling your name
You still control the hole that no-one can claim
It isn’t fair you’re there just watching the place
And your despair you wear all over your face
no new people no more friends
No more needle or the habit again
Your heart recedes so deep in your chest
That when you bleed you need to basically guess
Count your tips, pay the biz
Don’t get chased back where you live
Like a butcher to the slaughter
You keep your arms inside your sleeves
Simply breathing underwater
Keeps the sunlight off the teeth
And when you close one eye and focus
Everything is incomplete
That’s when the ghosts decide to choke us
They love to go unseen
Don’t expect to be surprised
Don’t take more than you provide
Escape into your gallery
Earn your salary
No-one complains as you burn your calories
No-ones infallibly correct about reality
So own your pallor and beware of the scenery
Instead of cowering in the shower
Sing curses to the people that have done you wrong
No-one to be mad at, take another stab at
Mastering emotions even when you’re spat at
Let down shut off tuned out threatened
Make them disappear and in fear of your vengeance
No-one understands you, no-one really tries
All they do is lecture you and give you bad advice
Its hard to find the patience, its hard to find the time
To give to those that don’t deserve it really is a crime
Find your hiding place where you can escape
Far away from the people and their candidates
As for politics, there’s just a wall of dicks
Talking like they give a shit
while starting the apocalypse
Anti-maskers, selfish bastards
Going open carry because no life matters
See if we qualify for annihilation by
The hand of god or the black knight satellite
The people prone to populate the surface of mars
Will look so good as skeletons
just smiling at the stars
Problematic policies, open up your wallet seize
And burn your final dollar as an obsolete currency
Go extinct
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Tepid War
03:00
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Tepid war
Pistol whip fiction grift
Albino pallor and tethered wrists
Cursed births petrichor
Bathroom eyes of tepid war
Pillow talk pelvic strobes
Condo living in doberman grove
Agnostic extremists phobiaphiles
Overdosing on Mah-jong tiles
Neutrality obsolete
Phallic caliber of unsold meet
Scam likely on the phone again
Donate money to the next campaign
When it starts to make sense
When it starts to make sense
You’ll never trust your eyes again
You’ll never trust your eyes
When things fall into place
And you start to feel the weight
Perspective doesn’t lie
So divide and multiply
Bruised pupils and maladies
Lugubrious anxiety
Walk into certain doom
Who chooses your fate for you?
False grails and failed crusades
Build your fortress on a field of graves
Checkered futures in the cards for you
Checkered futures in the cards
No use do it for the views
No use viral self-abuse
No use in your death costume
Lonely clones on margarine
Pall bearers for mercenaries
Fundamental apathy
Well-informed complacency
For the rapture, we patiently await
With our holy guns and our hand grenades
Killing in the name of our lord
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Delete your history
Delete your history
Delete your history
Keep up the mystery
Delete your history
What they’d think of you
If they only knew
They’d tell you youre disturbed
They’ll call you dirty words
They’ll look at you weird and run you out of church
Delete your history
Delete your history
Nobody understands so nobody better see
Now you’ve got a virus
What did you expect?
You don’t know how to fix it
Can’t take it to a tech
They’ll see what you’ve been doing
They will see that you are sick
They’ll probably report you and put you on a list
Delete your history
Delete your history
Do you want to relocate to another city?
Delete your history
These proclivities
No longer can be quenched by a broken PC
Do you dare? Use the smaller screen?
Its on you all the time, so use the silent setting
Now you’re on the verge of going full berserk
Escaping to the bathroom, when you’re off at work
They’re starting to suspect
They’re starting to suspect
Sweating through your shirt when you come back to your desk
Delete your history
Delete your history
(This call may be monitored to determine service quality)
Perversions got you beat, Guilty in your seat
They took away your cubicle and put you on the street
But in your wallet there’s a card
For the library
You can get your fix as long as you delete your history
Down at the library, positioned in your seat
You give yourself away the more you try to be discreet
There’s cameras overhead, there’s people sitting near
Check the volume on the headphones
Maybe they can hear?
In need of listerine
Your eyes are on the screen
Someone taps you on the shoulder says “its time to leave”
Delete your history
Too late CCTV
caught you now you have been banned from the facility
Delete your history
Delete your history
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Curtains +
06:18
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Curtains
Memorize schedule
Analyze ritual
Terrorize terrorize
Challenge to a duel
Living on a fault line
Living on borrowed time
Give them all the high sign
Now they’re in the pool
The lesson we refuse to learn
Is there’s good reason for concern
When there is nothing left to burn or consume
The only thing we have to fear are
The other people here
And there’s not one volunteer in the room
In the room
Curtains for you
Curtains for you
Suspend your disbelief
And bite that capsule with your teeth
We all want to believe that we can rest assured
That our fanatical allegiance to this country state and region
Is not nearly as elysian or secure
Are you insured?
The cost of constant crisis
Is paid in human life
And its just business its a source of revenue
We need a changing of the guard
With someone else with some regard
For those that get thrown in the deep end of the pool
Curtains for you
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BITE MARX Los Angeles, California
Genuine,
neurotic, verbose, aphoristic, and lurid,
electro/ synth/ postpunk from los
angeles
BITE MARX is:
-Colin Ambulance (vox, synth)
-Hirad Dadgostar (bass)
-Annette Badalian (synth)
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