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I’ll make a meal outta you

Little style less substance

Escapist Mad Max fantasy

Working class plight in the suburban meatheads light

Revolving door of apologies and apologists

Burden of emotional incompetence

I’ll make a meal outta you

Little style less substance

Half assed political values

Can’t help boring music

Entombed nowhere to go/nowhere to grow

Persecution and god complex duking it out in some rotting basement

Terminal loser’s mythology

You’re not a threat