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Red
02:32
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The sky was bloody knuckle red
I spat out blood, laughed and said
This is free like I was dead
Why use something besides my fist
Kamikaze in your midst
This is a god damn blitz
Red red red goes to my head
I choose violence
You choose silence
Misguidance
I fight for defiance
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2. |
Make Way
03:54
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I don’t have a wet leg sort of edge
Their music is what it’s like to hedge
No, I’m a blade ready to be wedged
I’m not breakthrough but I am full-fledged
What kind ground are you breaking
What kind of music are you making
It’ll be history in the forsaking
Playlist playlist playlist they cheer
You want them to tell you what to hear
My songs are saws about what you fear
And that is that my time draws near
I’m coming
Start numbing
Fuck dumbing
Drummer drumming
I’m stunning
No touching
Start hushing
You’re nothing
Judging
I’m shrugging
Funny thing
Bloody thing
Lovely thing
I’m going to sing
Break a string
Burn everything
It’s my time to sting
You had nothing to bring
Nothing to have seen
Between your green screen
You your machine
All hail all hail kerosene
Make way for the queen
You can fall in between
Make way I’m making waves
You clicking saves
Putting forks in microwaves
To get a blaze
You got eyes that glaze
Lives that don’t faze
In your ways like in maze
You just graze
I’m reinventing craze
I’m starting a new phrase
Fuck the norm always
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Female-Fronted
03:46
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Take down the goddamn Google ad
That says I’m indie, indie is sad
Indie goes in the garbage, it goes bad
I write real music, I am metal clad
This was written by a female artist
Let’s see who goes the hardest
Girls can’t play guitar well here it goes
Come see my les Paul at one of my shows
You have a squire and your riff blows
Girls just want to keep you on your toes
Oh girly girl girl
Give me a whirl
Give me a twirl
Sweet mother of Pearl
In what world
Should you get in a word
I’m emerging haven’t you heard
You’re deferred
The lines are not blurred
Mocking bird
No originals, fucking nerd
I’m better rest assured
I have a spot secured
And another thing
I bring
Is a sting
A queen to be king
A bitch who can sing
And rap
And all that crap chap
And I made this song
Not to hum along
I’m a woman beaten on
And I need to right a wrong
Because you’re just a moron
And are scared to come upon
A girl way beyond
I’m killed it globally on Amazon
Your music being embalmed
Do you care to respond
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4. |
Get Fucked
03:00
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People people people
The root of all evil
Yeah fuck you too
We’re animals in a zoo
I search like a camera crew
Same shit different view
Get fucked
I won’t get sucked
Into your way to survive
Took a bat to the beehive
You eat yourselves alive
You have a nice day
I’m karma for hell to pay
You’re just a cliche
Traitor with nothing to say
No my evil is quick
Like a needle prick
They’re not even slick
It takes a lunatic
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Sunday Best
02:27
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I’ve got a razor blade tongue in me
Winged eyeliner and a count down from 3
Your knuckles white; mine brass see
Dress for the job you want sweet pea
Blood on my Sunday best
Lipstick no bulletproof vest
A woman was made to kill no doubt
Dear fuck around and find out
We’re born prey but only on their account
I’m the ringer you’ve been warned about
Take a bullet
Trigger pull it
I call bullshit
Vigilante looks it
Bitch boy books it
Not a good fit
Best I could get
Chance took it
Ladder shook it
I should quit
Be a good kid
But I’m red hooded
Not flatfooted
How to put it
Fuck your crooked
Wood fence
You took in
Broken bookends
With lost footprints
Black footage
Burning the foot bridge
So I dress my Sunday best
And don’t put on a smile to impress
I’m the shot-caller no less
A woman who came overdressed
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Lone Wolf
02:17
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No one wants to hang around me
But really idiots surround me
Black sheep don’t sleep soundly
I went astray and they never found me
I’m a message at the tone
Of a cracked open phone
Sitting inside your home
I think I’ll go on alone
It’s always the lone wolf accused
Where was I when I was abused
I’m unalike and my eyes are bruised
Alone just gets an alibi refused
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Red, White, and Burn
03:30
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I’m not gonna kneel for the anthem
I’m not gonna throw a tantrum picked at random
I stand from the fandom that holds a status quo ransom
But has demands of
No advance of
Just hands up
A glance of
Plans numb
God damn dumb
Understand one
Defiance and run
No I won’t kneel for a companion
Propaganda spun
Nothing and done
Abandon
Empty handgun
I got the memorandum
That crying bitch is handsome
Inaction fandom
Never work in tandem
No I am one
And I examine
If then, brand what?
I don’t kneel in a famine
I burn for expansion
Ban a book? burn it
Kids never gonna learn it
Return it
Reword it
Write your own; preserve it
You have a life, have you earned it?
Can you discern it?
College isn’t worth it
Ain’t free to learn shit
Except our world isn’t perfect
Bodies never surfaced
Our country is fully serviced
By lies that are worshipped
By a tv having no concern with
Propaganda per shift
And the worst bit
Is they rehearsed it
I’m taking all your guns old men
If you’re grown then
Why do you explode when
You can’t kill; can’t hold in?
It’s a whole trend
It’s your right to never go amend
So why do what you’re told then
But you’re busy being bold when
You’re controlled friend
How can a man be so dense
About no defense
Revolts in
A pole fence
Untouched roles in
Fear that emboldens him
A woman can choose but can she?
Fuck it go free
Ruin your life and see
People don’t know where to be
When they decree that we can’t flee from our own fuckery
There is no peace
There is only police
That beat you for a showpiece
There are slow leaks
What souls seeks
Front row seats
To the shitshow that won’t cease
They hand out trophies
To those who swallow government owned keys
To their sealed lips as enrollees
I was born gay
And I will say
Shut the fuck up about it ok
Maybe one day
You’ll find a personality that isn’t just they
The problem with the USA
Is not just shut up and obey
It’s the people who let shit happen everyday
Scroll on their phones; don’t make way
For a brighter country, for having a say
For never thinking to betray
I burn the flag because of its decay
For the way you all downplay
Doomsday
That there’s no hope of headway
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8. |
Center of Control
01:53
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Oh we getting out today
Okay
Paper boy tossed it out no doubt and I tossed it away
What they say
Playgrounded stay grounded down play
Motherfuck you giving me the time of day
I didn’t ask for that because your earth is flat,
‘Cause you’re a copycat for an autocrat, and you overstay
So no you have no say
Go forth and go stray
Go forth and say neigh
Seize the town not the day
Make way I will betray
Doomsday saying come whatever may
Praying for them to obey
Fuck your propaganda and your billboard face
Get fucked from the ground up ‘cause I’m burning the place
Government run don’t you think hun
That maybe the “center of” is of how it’s spun
Sit down you are done
A blind mouse leading another blind one
And this shit has just begun
A fist went into someone, not hit but resist and run
Life is fun when you come undone and you’ve done things that stun
How many monkeys in a barrel of a gun
How many rounds left when it’s spun
I am ruthless like the people of the sun
This isn’t the endgame cause they won
That doesn’t mean our work here is done
Fuck your propaganda and your billboard face
Get fucked from the ground up ‘cause I’m burning the place
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9. |
Fist
02:58
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The internet is not making you stupid
You are stupid you’re just unmuted
The fact of the matter goes undisputed
Shiny almighty has you uprooted
I use my fist
You slit your wrist
You hold hands with the real enemy
In case of fire you don’t break for empathy
But you’re no weapon you’re caged emptily
Caged emptily caged emptily
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10. |
Love My Haters
02:18
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Oh mind my tongue
The night is young
My words stung
Villain unsung
Your hat already hung
If I hit girls I might have swung
But I’m not quite done
It’s too much fun
Bonkers they said and spun
Child I’ll make you my son
I came hear to stun
And not like a gun
But just as painful hun
There’s still time to run
I love my haters I love to be hated
I love the villain I created
I’m a female metal artist
Sound the alarmist
I rap regardless
Give me your harshest
I am the smartest
You are artless
Harmless
I am heartless
The darkest
My knives the sharpest
Hate me for what I’ve harnessed
You’ll have to try your hardest
To hit me like a target
I may be bizarre but
I’ll walk the red carpet
Rock died reincarnate
If you got shit then start it
You don’t know the market
I love my haters I love to be hated
I love the villain I created
Oh I can’t sing, I can’t rap
Don’t you wish I gave a crap
Go ask the curators chap
See what they say about that
Cause I get a backslap
Let me recap
Fuck you and your cultural gap
You’re tasteless, go take a lap
But it’s cute you wanted on the map
No you get a laugh
You don’t matter, here’s an autograph
I’m amphetamine you’re decaf
You’re daft
Join my janitorial staff
Lover of volbeat and Minecraft
Go get an overdraft
Go fuck yourself on my behalf
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11. |
I Stole Your Girlfriend
00:44
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I stole your girlfriend Helene
She’s the cutest I’ve ever seen
She don’t miss you much
She’s a fever to the touch
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12. |
Fallout (feat. Dettune)
02:40
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You never cared a lot
A wound is all I ever got
A wall is all I ever fought
One bullet I have one shot
Her words tastes like blood
I woke up feeling like a piece shit
And I can’t take it
You always fed me guilt
I always got a head tilt
A flower I watched wilt
You burnt the home we built
Never cared what I had to say
Now she won’t even say hey
Well here’s one last thing okay
I needed out of you anyway
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13. |
In The Red
02:40
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My eyes are bloodshot
Hold me up like a mugshot
Her laugh like a gunshot
We’re criminal but not
I black out you’re in the red
Your hands, your hands were bled
Why did I die for you
Broken hearts bore you
A jailer to report to
A hearse built for two
I don’t need it anymore
Leave her morphine at the door
I’m screaming on the floor
In my clothes that she wore
Revolver in the drawer
The Black-hearted Queen lost the war
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Pyrophoria Atlanta, Georgia
The one woman band from Atlanta, Georgia.
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