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[Intro] (Sound of radio static scanning through channels: Pop music... Commercial for fast food... News report about war...) (Sudden sharp feedback squeal.) (A deep, authoritative voice cuts through the noise over a gritty, boom-bap beat.) Broadcast Live. We are interrupting your scheduled programming of lies and consumption. Turn the volume up. Lock the doors. Welcome to The Degenerates. This ain’t entertainment. This is a history lesson written in grease and blood. Let’s go back to where the rot began. [Verse 1: The Seed of the 60s] It started in the haze, the 60s vibration Born from drugged sex and a war-torn nation. Meet Toxic Jimmy, a product of the stage Flower power turned sour in a chemical cage. He wanted to serve, wanted to hold the gun Join the military, be the patriotic son. But the lifestyle failed him, the body was weak Rejected at the station, couldn't reach the peak. Disqualified! Unfit for the corps! So he fought a different battle on the domestic floors. A drift in the wind, with no discipline or code Just a broken man walking down a broken road. [Verse 2: The Industrial Shift (80s & 90s)] Then came the 80s, then came the greed Little Timmy was born, a neglected seed. Didn’t meet his pops till he was grown and gray While the world around ‘em started to decay. Watch the timeline! Watch the shift in the plate! When the food system turned into something to hate. The 90s rolled in with a sinister plan Corporate elites crushing the common man. They used the science, yeah, they cracked the code Turning toxic waste into the ingredients load! "It's just filler!" Nah, it’s a lethal injection Militarized propaganda for your confection. Visual graphics, bright colors on the screen Manipulating society, a marketing machine. "Eat this! Buy that! It’s cool to be sick!" The American Freedom was a dangerous trick. [Verse 3: The Control Mechanism] See, they knew the truth, the elite at the top If the people are healthy, the money might stop. Equal opportunity to prosper and create? Nah, crush the competition, seal up the gate! Slow down the success, grasp the control Turn ‘em into sheep, steal the collective soul. That’s when Toxic Jimmy was truly formed Inflamed grain brain, spiritually deformed. Consuming the crops that were chemically sprayed Accepting the slow death that the system displayed. Families falling apart, arguments in the kitchen Divorced and divided, nobody was bitchin’. Generational wealth melting away in the pot While the pharmacy rich off the sickness you got. [Verse 4: The Fall and The Rise] Jimmy met Timmy, father and son Bonding over sin, having toxic fun. A moment of darkness, a moment of grime Wasting their lives one burger at a time. Unacceptable lifestyle, entertaining the drain Until the heart stopped beating and cut off the pain. Big Jimmy died. The toxic cycle broke. And that’s when Timmy woke up from the smoke! He saw the body, he saw the result He saw the system was the ultimate insult! He grew into TIM, he cleaned up the act He armed himself with the science and the fact! Putting back the pieces, raging the war He ain't a Degenerate victim no more! He’s fighting the society, fighting the sludge Standing in the courtroom holding the judge! [Outro: The Disclaimer] (Music drops to a minimal, heartbeat drum) Now listen close. This album ain't about hate. It ain't about degrading the man on the street. It ain't about judgment. It ain't about blaming the victim. We ain't here to insult you. We here to shine a light on the reality you ignore. We here for self-reflection. We here to offer a solution. A new reality. If you are offended, it’s because you are infected. The cure starts now. The Degenerates. Press Play. (Sound of an explosion turning into a dial tone)