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1. MISS AMERICAN VAMPIRE
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All credits (composition, lyrics, production, vocals, mixing-mastering) to Hannah RB for MILLIE DREAD.
Lyrics
I’ll bring you to the “land of free”
False hope for your identity
You’ll walk the walk and do the deed
And maybe then one day you’ll see
The glory of atrocity
We’re more than just a colony
This nation, built on slavery
And genocide, we’re here to lead
The cancer of supremacy
Still lurks in every Nazi seed
My every word you’d better heed
This war machine we’ve got to feed
I’ll suck you dry, I’ll make you bleed
You’ll wish that you had thought to flee
‘Cuz after all, I’m in it for me
Bitch, welcome to the world of greed
Blood’s running cold, Miss American Vampire
Skin’s pale and thin, Miss American Vampire
Eyes bursted red, Miss American Vampire
Land of the free? Or was it all just a dream…
I’d rather feed on human beings
Than fear my own mortality
Don’t give a damn if freedom rings
We’re all prone to hypocrisy
The spirit of an Israelite
I channel it, for it’s my right
To bring my gun to every fight
And crush the weary with my might
I fear the meek gone militant
With striking loss of innocence
Though perfect victims never sin
By any means can tyrants win
So listen up and get in line
We better never hear you whine
I’ll hoard what’s left, then kill the swine
Go fuck yourself, I’m getting mine
Blood’s running cold, Miss American Vampire
Skin’s pale and thin, Miss American Vampire
Eyes bursted red, Miss American Vampire
Land of the free? Or was it all just a dream…
Awoken from my slumber…
A dream!
I bear this weight of prophecy
I’ve seen things you have never seen
I know that which the future brings
I’ll tell you if you’re listening
Delusions of a purity
Will rot to bone your empathy
You’ll marinate in misery
And I will die a nobody
Your little land of make-believe
That never was, and never will be
For whiteness is an empty dream
Where nothing’s left but voids and screens
Your complacence does wicked bring
And wicked that it’s found extreme
That I would still dare to believe
A funeral is sickening
Blessed are we, this American empire
Glory to thee, this American empire
Grand destiny, this American empire
Land of the free? Or was it all just a dream…
False hope for your identity
You’ll walk the walk and do the deed
And maybe then one day you’ll see
The glory of atrocity
We’re more than just a colony
This nation, built on slavery
And genocide, we’re here to lead
The cancer of supremacy
Still lurks in every Nazi seed
My every word you’d better heed
This war machine we’ve got to feed
I’ll suck you dry, I’ll make you bleed
You’ll wish that you had thought to flee
‘Cuz after all, I’m in it for me
Bitch, welcome to the world of greed
Blood’s running cold, Miss American Vampire
Skin’s pale and thin, Miss American Vampire
Eyes bursted red, Miss American Vampire
Land of the free? Or was it all just a dream…
I’d rather feed on human beings
Than fear my own mortality
Don’t give a damn if freedom rings
We’re all prone to hypocrisy
The spirit of an Israelite
I channel it, for it’s my right
To bring my gun to every fight
And crush the weary with my might
I fear the meek gone militant
With striking loss of innocence
Though perfect victims never sin
By any means can tyrants win
So listen up and get in line
We better never hear you whine
I’ll hoard what’s left, then kill the swine
Go fuck yourself, I’m getting mine
Blood’s running cold, Miss American Vampire
Skin’s pale and thin, Miss American Vampire
Eyes bursted red, Miss American Vampire
Land of the free? Or was it all just a dream…
Awoken from my slumber…
A dream!
I bear this weight of prophecy
I’ve seen things you have never seen
I know that which the future brings
I’ll tell you if you’re listening
Delusions of a purity
Will rot to bone your empathy
You’ll marinate in misery
And I will die a nobody
Your little land of make-believe
That never was, and never will be
For whiteness is an empty dream
Where nothing’s left but voids and screens
Your complacence does wicked bring
And wicked that it’s found extreme
That I would still dare to believe
A funeral is sickening
Blessed are we, this American empire
Glory to thee, this American empire
Grand destiny, this American empire
Land of the free? Or was it all just a dream…
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