Regional Bong Rip Champion

"Material goods are the new plumage.
A mating dance to all.
And living death.
Primordial as a fall from grace.
The plants and animals still undeveloped.
The cause of the curse,
Infantile, uneducated, self-service,
Me first, I win.
See your motivations,
Control your desires or they will control you.
Standards are misleading.
Leaving a world on a jones.
Still screaming for the angry fix.
All your money.
Will it buy it you love?
I say fuck your money.
Give us gourmet pez.
All your money.
Will it buy it you peace?
I say fuck your money.
Give us gourmet pez.
All your money.
Will it buy it you hope?
No, fuck your money.
Give us gourmet pez.
All your money.
Will it buy you salvation?
I say fuck your money.
Give us gourmet pez."
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"If the person is afraid of emotion, and afraid of feeling.
He'll naturally want to be in charge.
He'll naturally want to be "one up" in all situations.
And will always try to manipulate,
Any social relationship in which he finds himself.
And to be sure that he's in control of it.
And that he never does anything which gives him away."
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"Those who are a waste of life.
Using air that others could breathe.
Human leeches all around.
Superior is what they believe.
Fake is a word you represent.
Your existence on Earth, I resent.
At the cost of others, you survive.
Each word that you speak, is a lie."
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"Silence is consent.
It's self-inflicted servitude."
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"Bulldozers bury the innocent alive.
You worthless fucking cattle.
Celebrate the death of the same animal.
Sanitation, dead, viruses, fevers, take over, life crushed.
Make a toast from the cruel, in honor of the cruelest.
The entire goddamned country, turned into a coffin.
Switch places with them.
Dominant, Mighty, Insecure Shitbreeders."
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"Man has always presumed that he is god.
Only remorse for his own spilling of blood.
Does he, the freak animal,
Ever stop to think of what the fuck he's done?
Is his only dream just the thought of what he's won?
Intervene against the pigs who thirst for violent strife.
Fight until death,
And deface the graves of all human insects.
Blast those hordes that bleed mother earth of all it's life."
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"The shame of every species.
She will not forget you.
Though you live on as consciousness.
She will not forgive you."
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"Kept it bottled up for years.
Instead of fighting or shedding tears.
Now it's time to let go.
My boiling point's about to show.
Don't know when I'll lose control.
Of my body, mind or soul."