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Fit for An Autopsy
Fit for An Autopsy
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Will Putney
Will Putney
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Will Putney
Will Putney
Producer

Lyrics

Beast, I am the product of my fucking environment The gold standard of visceral hate An ever-flowing stream of misery and violence Sold up the river, our culture is a plague And the shit trickles down To the man in the shades He can take his licks 'til he can't And then you'll know his fucking rage I had a dream about revenge (revenge) A million bodies on the slab (slab) An axe to grind against them all (all) You know that dream is all we have, all we have I resent the forces that be Paradise is a parody It's the filth that grows in the weeds Our house is a target for ends to their means Tell me, is the thought of decency Social serenity, so obscene? There's no safety in numbers When numbers don't meet expectations A dead generation Oh, King in Heaven, one foot on the scale And justice grinded to meat We will do your bidding no more I'll never bow to the fucking beast (beast) I had a dream about revenge (revenge) A million bodies on the slab (slab) An axe to grind against them all (all) You know that dream is all we have (all we have) An axe to grind against them all (against them all) An axe to grind against them all (all) An axe to grind against them all! You serve a lower purpose (purpose) You serve a lower purpose (purpose) You serve a lower purpose (purpose) You serve a lower purpose (purpose) And the shit trickles down To the man in the shades He can take his licks 'til he can't And then you'll know his fucking rage I'll never bow to the fucking beast Beast Beast I am the product of my fucking environment (beast) I am the product of my fucking environment (beast) I am the product of my fucking environment (beast) I'll never bow, I'll never
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