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Service sector populate
I bail out on your hate war
Disparitys sweet justice
On the rock of sarcasm
This is dark nothing you
Can do to stop this d*mn thing now
Onward constant push
Primal vision amped to destruction
Trip rider psychedelic sin into the sun
Trip rider screw the nation
I hate your dying state
Man you could recharge hell
The carbon holograms
Five billion suckers all
Protect the status quo
The relics of your progress
Third world your starving child
Your comfort wont address
Trip rider my sonic sin into the sun
Trip rider I hate your nation
Conditioned mortal
Keep your smile as your coma devours
Soul suckers motherfkers
Take it all til you have none
Dream joy while they get rich
The countrys corpse to ground and flowers
Epithet - thought we were free
Misery to pass eternal hours
Trip rider my work is never done
Trip rider I hate the nation