1. |
Making a Killing
00:27
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Succumb to whims of the machine
We are mere playthings of corrupt industries
Our health is pawned into private sectors by the pharaohs of our time
We submit with wallets, willing
Grovelling for scraps and relief
We forfeit our lives as they make their killing
But we just want to live!
The suffering of many is the wealth of a few
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2. |
The Story of Our Lives
02:06
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Bow to your masters malevolent
Challenge their control and you shall repent
They possess the means of production,
The fruits of your labor, the moments of all our lives!
As we toil down below,
We're raped of the crop which grew from seeds we've sown
This is the story of our lives
I beg you - open your eyes!
Blessed in this age: the economy which maintains the modes of power
Our labor and our dollars fuel their industries
While those atop the pyramid leave us to rot!
The pursuit of liberty - rhetoric which means nothing
The pursuit of liberty - in pursuit we shall remain
This is the story of our lives
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3. |
Fuck the Imperialists
02:21
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Fuck the imperialists
The war-mongers in white collars placing profits over people
History has been written by biased hands in their favor
We will be the ones who suffer the blowback of their crimes
Against humanity in foreign lands and not so distant times
Public servants and corporate henchmen walk together hand in hand
Drunk with wealth and power in this new feudal age
They lull the masses through work and sleep with battle hymns and conveniences
Inundated by daily routines, rarely do we stop and think:
"Who was it who armed rogue nations?" and
"Why do they hate our freedoms?"
The pieces of the puzzle make a picture that we'd prefer not to see
All your hopes, all of your dreams--threatened most by those you elected
They care not if you suffer as they pursue world domination
Lives are but a small price to pay for the luxuries we demand
Fuck the imperialists
Call them what they are--they're terrorists!
Their history of brutal conquest must be seen for what it is
Call me 'traitor' if you please...
Enjoy your party while it lasts
Fuck the imperialists
Call them what they are--they're terrorists!
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4. |
To Forget Civilization
01:15
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When I die...
Spread my ashes in the sea
Set me free from humanity
When I die...
Give me back to the endless wild
Give me back to the earth we've defiled
How I long to be at peace
To be absolved through eternal sleep
When I die, set me free from the lies
Of this culture you call civilized
Entire lives spent longing for escape
As we grind ourselves into early graves
For precious progress we lay this world to waste
Day by day, the violence is ingrained
And you call this 'civilized'?
How I long to be at peace
To be absolved through eternal sleep
When I die, set me free from the lies
Of this culture you call civilized
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5. |
Graven Images
01:42
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Two thousand years and nothing has changed
Still, palaces stand in your savior's name
Dominion: the righteous path of his children to rule the weak and squash the helpless
Fair christian, I too await
The day on earth when the meek shall reign
But for now, as we serve the snakes,
Who will deliver the justice you crave?
Six billion lives, and soon to be ten!
Selling our souls for the chance to exist
Like cattle, we're branded and numbered,
Tied to machines and raped till our slaughter
Fair christian, I too believe
Humanity has been led astray
Should power stay in tyrants' hands
There will be no deliverance for us
Your savior died for nothing, didn't he?
"There was only one true christian and he died on the cross" (Nietzsche)
Would he condone your palaces of gold as children starve?
Two thousand years and nothing's changed
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6. |
Your Trusted Friends
00:52
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They addicted you whilst in your mother's womb
With time they knew you'd grow and consume
Newborns now a mere target market
To magnetize with slogans and narcotics
Like all drug pushers, they want your children
Such feeble minds make for perfect victims
The days of The Jungle are not long gone
They still own the game, and you're still their pawn
Though they wouldn't dare eat the shit they sell,
You stand in line, hypnotized by their fucking lies
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7. |
Distant Memories
02:16
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The dark skies hang over our heads
In the shadows of towers we dance,
Oblivious as the earth suffocates under the heels of human advance
And with each step forward we forge a path we'll live to regret
The children of your children will inherit the weight of our debts
We used to run beneath the sky as one complete with the stars at night
Now held captive in these cities, working ourselves to death
Addictions help us cope with pain
Numb yourself enough to sustain
All this death in the name of progress
Those simple times when we knew peace slip through the cracks as distant memories...
Tell me what have we gained
Lives of luxury? Hearts plagued with pain?
Invest your hopes in technology till there's nothing left
Barren wastelands and bankrupt souls - the legacies that we uphold
So much waste in the name of freedom
Nevermind the laws of nature, we obey supply and demand
As man becomes machine, and the land - commodity,
Our existence wanes between complete collapse
And the desperate hope that we may...reconnect
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8. |
Desperate Hope
00:59
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(instrumental)
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9. |
Lonely at the Top
01:27
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He sprayed his brains upon the wall
Another masterpiece
May he rest in peace...
Behind flimsy facades of safety, comfort and luxury,
Their hearts hearken the call
Of siren songs in their secret dreams
To lust and squander all
When the last horizon is reached, the final challenge won,
What then will fill the void of at last being content?
Glut yourselves
There's no escape from the pain
How many lives have been betrayed
By American Dreams?
The obituary reads:
'Another wealthy man paints his masterpiece'
Why is it that those who sleep on the streets
Would rather live to see another day?
We need the struggle to survive
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10. |
Carried By Visions
03:02
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Aggression boiling over with nowhere to go
We find no peace at home
So we shave our heads and take to the road!
Carried by four wheels and visions of
A better life outside the walls, beyond the fucking lies
Of this dead end life
What is it that we have to lose?
I would rather starve and squander my future
Than sell my precious time to you
No, I don't know how things will work out,
And I don't fucking care - I don't fucking care!
To taste freedom
To spite your rules
To claim our lives as our own
To taste freedom!
We will carry on
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11. |
Ghost Towns
01:35
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Among the ruins of this city and the thousand more alike
Livelihoods have been devoured
The streets seem to have been deserted
Only shadows dare stalk the night--
Those human shells discarded by the system
They own nothing, and thus they are less than human
Blessed are the rich who make the wheels turn
As the steamroller rolls right over us
Where were the cops before the fences went up?
They serve and protect private property
We watched our parks become their parking lots,
And the local markets soon closed up shop
Only the strong remain
All I see is death
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12. |
In Limbo
00:44
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(instrumental)
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13. |
The Dying Atheist
02:05
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He could only react to the stimuli of his environment
The tides of torment, they came and went
No illusion could ever repair the damage of the flood,
Nor the void left thereafter
We bear our crosses of martyrdom in pursuit of love and truth
Chained to the chase of vice, ghost or grail,
We're absolved all the same
What difference does it make
To catalyze the waves of change?
The human world comes to an end
Dear beautiful friend,
Do not repent! Do not relent!
Through life's toils and uncertainty,
Fear can seize the strongest of hearts
Let your heart be strong to seize the fear!
To seek the answers none wish to seek
Is to bear the cross of unholy truth
All must have illusion--one and the same
The difference you can make
Is in the legacy you leave
The world won't stop without us
Though the new world may be as fictitious as any deity,
To give up hope is to live in defeat
The pull of nihilism, at times, can be too much
Which legacy will you leave?
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14. |
Become the Change
01:58
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The flames of youth most often burn blind and brief
Our days are ours to seize until we're faced with reality
Then we feel the hammer fall
It's impact we cannot deny
Can't you hear the masses call:
"Get back in line, get back in line!"?
Do you sense the heels of power casting shadows over you?
Has that dread consumed your youth?
What is "free will" if we have only one choice between two evils?
Time has a way of bludgeoning the hope in our hearts
We learn to settle for less even though we long for more
And there, in the twilight of youth, alone with all your failures,
Will it suffice to say "I make no difference anyway"?
For us to achieve change we must move beyond the self
And become that change ourselves
Become the change yourself!
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It's time to revive the idea
Rekindle the spirit that brought us here
To live in silence is to live in fear
So I'll speak my mind loud and clear
This voice could be the spark to ignite the (silent) masses
Let us all behold each voice that is full of passion
I know tomorrow isn't promised to me
So I must break free from the fear of failure, the fear of death
The fears that breed our complacent disease
We are all faced with this choice:
Escape or recreate
To live in hell or rewrite out fate
One voice, one fucking pen--
How I long ot begin again
And leave this goddamned world behind
Fuck you all, I don't care if it's all been said before
These are the thoughts plaguing my mind
And I know you don't want to hear
For fear the truth may set you free
Then what will you do?
What's your excuse?
And then when it all comes crashing down
And your gods are nowhere to be found
What the fuck will you do?
What's your excuse?
Beyond the walls of this world you've come to know
Of dead-end streets and needless suffering
Awaits a message dying to be read:
'Look beyond this fucking scene!'
It's time to revive the idea
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