You can’t fool me. I know what kind of video games you played, I know the canned laughter that trained your sense of comedic timing, I know how racist your parents are and how you learned early that comfort pays better than courage. So you chose comfort. Direct deposit over confrontation. You can’t fool me and you have no one to blame but yourselves.
Your great, great grandparents didn’t call out their parents and you won’t either.
Listen to your heroes in this album. These are your voices. This is your conscience. Feel it in your bones.
Oh and spare me the reverent whisper about “the ancestors.” You don’t get to fucking say that. Don’t you dare try and pour your Red Bull libations for people whose only personality trait, besides raping and pillaging, is changing the subject. Fuck your ancestors. They’re parked in the metaphysical equivalent of a Target lawn-chair display, legs crossed, sipping something beige, watching Michael McDonald on a shitty TV loop for the rest of eternity because that’s exactly where they’re comfortable.
Your ancestors ate mummies, so do us all a favor and end your bloodline. Do the right thing.
But never forget the most important rule:
Nazis must be destroyed.
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released February 13, 2026
PUX really knows how to play some chords while I’m having a panic attack.
I’d like to thank Beverly.