Twisted experiments, unknown origin From out snowy wastelands, march in unison Mechanized monsters, computed conform Scan every last cosmos, destroy carbon forms Sentient AI Born of bloodlust, revenge Technology With feelings of loathing for man S -- Sentinels marching I -- Integrated machines D -- Droids of destruction Mission -- Destroy every human Gleaming chrome, black metal, sole eye blazing red Traces the landscapes, for humans not dead Steel claws sharp as razors, slash through skin and bone Nuclear warheads, track life-forms and home Somatic CPU Born of hatred and spite Directive Destroy every last homocite S -- Sentinels marching I -- Integrated machines D -- Droids of destruction Mission -- Destroy every human [Solo] Mission complete

Grab your silver bullets and silver knives Pile into the truck to take vampire lives King says you've gotta get e'm through the heart Take your silver slugs and blow e'm apart By the moonlight, watch really close Look for sparkles of glitter on their black clothes White pick-up truck, cross hood-ornament Who the hell needs Buffy when we're on the hunt? We're slaying vampires Hollywood vampires We'll restore vampiric glory soon We're slaying vampires Mass-produced vampires Killing them by the twilight of the moon King Diamond says to find their base Off to the mall in Willowchase Find the Hot Topic and burn it down No where else for the coven to hang around They still live, how can it be? An elementary school in Washington, DC Find the vamps and have a blast It's time to kick vamp-pedo ass We're slaying vampires Hollywood vampires We'll restore vampiric glory soon We're slaying vampires Mass-produced vampires Killing them by the twilight of the moon The first stops our truck with a single hand But a few silver bullets he cannot stand Garlic bombs laced with pure napalm Soon the vampires are redead and gone Now they're dead, the fad is done True vampire-lore can now live on Dracula and Christabel Live untainted to forever tell 'Cause we slayed vampires Hollywood vampires We've restored true vampiric glory 'Cause we slayed vampires Mass-produced vampires At least until the next Twilight movie

You don't care about making art, just about making money Shill out the same shit every year, 'til it's not even funny You just get the right license, so the jocks shill-out the bucks You fuck-over the real gamers Fuck corporates EA sucks Riccitiello's got his safety net, even if EA's net is down Lay-off jobs and shut down studios, to make money for this clown Robbed and screwed workers and artists, but you don't give a fuck You fuck-over the real gamers Fuck corporates EA sucks Buy out your competitors, create your monopoly Fuck up their production staffs and credibility You're the Viacom of gaming, you've got the industry on blocks You fuck-over the real gamers Fuck corporates EA sucks EA Sucks EA Sucks EA Sucks EA Sucks

Roller Derby, I've gotta win the race Roller Derby, gonna punch you in the face Roller Derby, we're skating in an oval Roller Derby, you're gonna be in trouble Roller Derby Roller Derby Roller Derby Roller Derby Skating round-and-round 'Til one of us hits the ground Against eachother in this race I'm gonna punch you in the face Roller Derby, I've gotta win the race Roller Derby, gonna punch you in the face Roller Derby, we're skating in an oval Roller Derby, you're gonna be in trouble Roller Derby Roller Derby Roller Derby Roller Derby Skating round-and-round 'Til one of us hits the ground Against eachother in this race I'm gonna punch you in the face [Solo] Roller Derby Roller Derby Roller Derby Roller Derby

He is the man of Belgian might "Oss" is his code, his honor, no lies The beast in the cage, unleashed on the prowl He is not a cookie, for he has a soul He's the warrior of zen Every thought deep and from within He is the samurai incarnate of our time Jean-Claude (J-C-V-D) Van Damme (J-C-V-D) Jean-Claude (J-C-V-D) Van Damme (J-C-V-D) Don't stop him from eating, or he'll lick you fast The universal soldier, he'll throw you through glass He patrols the past, protects our future Lawman of all timeframes, criminals be aware He's the one who must decide Who's to live and who's to die And he doesn't see the writing on the wall Jean-Claude (J-C-V-D) Van Damme (J-C-V-D) Jean-Claude (J-C-V-D) Van Damme (J-C-V-D) Undefeated warrior, champion of Kumate Runs with the dogs, true kickboxing might His body a temple, honored and honed He's getting on his boat, and not going home Takes hold of every moment Strengthened by breath of life He is staking his claim, he will fight to survive

Praise me, Ron Luce, your loving fuhrer I'll save you from this world's horrors Mass media and sin persist Without the Lord we cannot resist I'm no tyrant, but a liberator Take my hand and no longer suffer The world oozes out with its sin The greatest one's called "tolerance" Follow me, my children, and raise the sword Deaf your ears to outcries of the world Our battlecry is that of our dear lord We're off to fight and thrash the world Onward Christian soldiers, my beautiful mindless sheep I'll save your soul from this evil world if you give your soul to me Onward Christian soldiers, love thy neighbor's so last week Joy and happiness through war Heil me, Ron Luce, your loving fuhrer Mass media destroys your gentle minds With music, sex, and hypocratic lies Let's listen to some Christain rock or God's hip-hop and shake your cock They horde you to their shopping malls Now buy some swag from our venue hall Their fashion world is filled with sin Our Christian shirts have a Gothic spin Follow me, my children, and raise the sword Deaf your ears to outcries of the world Our battlecry is that of our dear lord We're off to fight and thrash the world Onward Christian soldiers, my beautiful mindless sheep I'll save your soul from this evil world if you give your soul to me Onward Christian soldiers, love thy neighbor's so last week Joy and happiness through war Heil me, Ron Luce, your loving fuhrer Fight worldly evils, like abortion Free-will, and religious pollution The gays and fags are gaining ground They're threatening God's Mannderbund Just loving God ist nicht enough Yell battlecries, Ron Luce Youth get tough Spread Jesus' love through racism 'Cause I said so, it's God's solution Follow me, my children, and raise the sword Deaf your ears to outcries of the world Our battlecry is that of our dear lord We're off to fight and thrash the world Now it's the year 2012 ARL March on to the Heilig bells It's the Ron Luce Inquisition You've got a thoughtcrime violation Drag you off to Christian Summer Camp Hold out your hand for a Jesus stamp Now you can come with us and have some Kool-Aid You'll meet with God and from this world, you'll be saved It burns your insides as you scream and suffer Don't question me, Ron Lucifuhrer And all the money that's making me bigger And the mind-control I have your kids under Heil Ron Luce, your loving fuhrer Heil Ron Luce, your loving fuhrer Heil Ron Luce, your loving fuhrer Heil Ron Luce, your loving fuhrer Heil Ron Luce Heil Ron Luce Heil Ron Luce I'm your God now, boy!

Bonfires burning bright Pumpkin faces in the night I remember halloween Dead cats hanging from poles Little dead are out in groves I remember halloween Brown leafed vertigo Where skeletal life is known I remember halloween This day anything goes Burning bodies hanging from poles I remember halloween Halloween Halloween Halloween Halloween Candy apples and razor blades Little dead are soon in graves I remember halloween This day anything goes Burning bodies hanging from poles I remember Halloween Halloween Halloween Halloween Halloween Halloween Halloween Halloween

Commercial chords, happy lyrics Hot Topic clad fools, Viacom’s new pricks No substance, no ambition It’s the punk label with a 40s skin Pop-punk’s gotta die It’s gotta die, die, die, die, die, die, die Pop-punk’s gotta die That fluffy pop-punk crap must die Oxy-morons, indie integral Against the system they work for Anti-capital, Capital LPs Anti-establishment in Abercrombie tees Pop-punk’s gotta die It’s gotta die, die, die, die, die, die, die Pop-punk’s gotta die That fluffy pop-punk crap must die DIY done by the suits Strip away their soul, strip away their views Write about new clothes, or picking up chicks Unrelatable jocky prep bullshit Pop-punk’s gotta die It’s gotta die, die, die, die, die, die, die Pop-punk’s gotta die That fluffy pop-punk crap must die Pop-punk’s nothin’ but a scam Pop-punk’s not rebellion Pop-punk’s nothin’ but a joke Pop-punk buys its producers’ coke Pop-punk’s gotta die It’s gotta die, die, die, dee, die, dee, die, die, die Pop-punk’s gotta die It’s gotta die, die, die, dee, die, dee, die, die, die Dive, airplane, dive Dive, dive, dive, dee, dive, dee, dive, dive, dive Dive, airplane, dive Dive, dive, dive, dee, dive, dee, dive, dive, dive Pop-punk’s gotta die Pop-punk’s gotta die Pop-punk’s gotta die Pop-punk’s gotta die

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