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The Art of Bigots

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  The Art of Bigots Please Explain (Bigots on the Storm) thunder cracking, pouring rain, distant tortured piano [Verse 1] Bigots on the storm Bigots on the storm Into this hell we're thrown Like a corpse without a home A puppet carved from bone Bigots on the storm [Verse 2] There's a Hanson in the abyss Her mouth is rotting with the hiss "Swamped by Asians!" vomits through the black "Please explain!" — the last words you’ll hear back Take a long holiday to the void Let the mining blood money be enjoyed If you give this poison a ride Sweet Australia will suicide Hanson in the abyss… yeah [Chorus] Bigots on the storm Bigots on the storm Into this grave we're thrown Bigots on the storm [Verse 3] Burqa in the Senate, reaper in disguise "Muslims incompatible!" as the nation dies "No good ones," she exhales like cyanide "Religion of hate," the bigots glorify Child after child on the dole they curse Conditional sorry — watch the co...
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I want the direct experience
And devour it in full
And in the presence of my time

I do not want incomprehensible transcendence
Nor do I want the just of divine intervention

I want to profit whilst bathing in enlightenment
Make profit whilst demanding entitlement
Bask in my overwhelming brilliance
And wanting to hammer the life out of itself

Questioning the thing in itself
To employ the utensils of power
To challenge our spectrum
To become limitless






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