01. Retaliate
Crawling from the cities the filth chokes me to the taste,
Feeding the desire to destroy this culture that I hate
The daily inquisition, the fear that fuels our lives
Sets each man against the other with the wool upon their eyes
Chains of command, the weight of wait
Under their wheels into concreteÉFace off the floor, rise up, retaliate
The razor blade infections cut caverns deep across my skin
Reminding me of battles I have lost and will never win
There are no bullets here, these hands are clenched in fists
And the promise of another day is all that we have left
What remains hereÉ?
Bowing to the dollar in their selfish church of capital,
Where wealth encrusts their bodies, yet cancer fills their hearts?
Brother will kill brother in this stained-glass abattoir called Earth
My arteries are boiling with a hatred undefined
For this colonizing monolith that suffocates our lives
A bastard congregation runs the head of this machine
Our hands will gut its gears Ôtil their blood runs cold and we are free
02. The Lies That Bind
Rising from the tide, a Kraken cloaked in wisdom, propagates his lies,
For love of living deathÉ
As faith in leaders falter and dole-queues stretch for snake-like miles
Untruths in unwritten law annihilate imagination
Hope becomes a process, the intravenous feed
ThatÕs bound in tune with ÔprogressÕ - in dialectic comedy
Problems rise in culture, where contradictionÕs known to breed
And puppeteers unquestioned string up the masses in their sleep
These guardians of comfort and selfishness decreed
Will deify convenience at all expense of every human need
The Lies that bind are lies unbindingÉ.
More demagogues emerging, the paradise parade begins
Everything is perfect, and ÔtimeÕ is all we need to save
And just as oceans swallow, all ships that sink in time
This spectacle will crumble, from false and ill-conceived design
These fragile frames are breaking, and knots will soon come undone
The bloody fields of history have yet another war to comeÉ
As chants turn into anthems, and shouts turn into battle cries
The statues of their heroes gone, crack and yield to newborn human lives
Tired of marching to their tune in time, the gears of oppression have ceased
No light at the end of the production line- show us that this lifeÕs worth living
Books are burning in the night, where consciousness is laid to rest
Another dream falls out of sightÉand what have we to show for this?
03. The Great Depression
Storm clouds spreading, black horizons oil slick the southern sky
What prospects should I gather to motivate my corpse to rise?
Bloodshot, my eyes reject the staleness of this day,
and ÔreasonÕ gives purpose for all the pills I have to swallow
Driving, my heart is dead and hollow,
metal boxes racing by, ringing out the death of my life
Machines buzzing, towers loom- the antithesis of nature
Entering this asphalt tomb- self-interest my prime dictator
Now that I stand to carry the weight- try to convince me that its all for something?
Now that I stand to carry the weight, and I lie to myselfÉam I living-dead?
Four walls surround me with wires outstretched- the triumph of time over space
The modus vivendi- each man for himself, each alone, and each an island
Get me out of this hole somehow
Get me out of this hole right nowÉmy great depression
04. Angst Isst Die Seele Auf
Thrust into this competition naked and undone
Back to back, yet divided on our own
Fear breeding fear, exploding pressures on
WeÕre locked away in self-made chainsÉ
Run out through the windows and into the streets, terror abounds as each man lives in fear- dread consumes their day
The public is passive, inactive, and lame
Lock up the doors and let out the wolves- a fratricidal race
Given the chance youÕd sit down to eat, yet consciousness is sacrificed – this altar is never short on heads
Stare in his eyes, your brother- this man, yet your fear will breed resentment- why canÕt you say a word?
Zu Hause wie im Krieg, Waffen und Hass zuhauf
Casualties of human life drift in the crowds
TheyÕre standing on the margins -nullified
Outside the world keeps turning under the sun
While inside a soul is boiling over
This hate for the other is hate for yourself
The cancer condition, the dead-end ambition, youÕll eat yourself alive
Submit to the anger, the coming of vengeance, the cult of uncaring, the chaos of livingÉand face this world alone
The hooks in your mouth now youÕll swallow the bait
Distorting your vision, youÕll drink from their poisonÉso ripened for the fall
You take from the worst and give up the best- but never forget youÕre a human beingÉyou breathe but can you think?
Zu Hause wie im Krieg, Waffen und Hass zuhauf
In den Köpfen nur Furcht, Angst isst die Seele auf
The truth is something made, not something thatÕs found
So burn all inhibitions to the ground
These politics of dread are a hammer to the head-
A life of fear is life among the dead
These barriers are built, for us to tear them down
05. Demand the Impossible
Each man can make their difference in life (If someone would even try)
For as each of us lies rotting dead, our ideas will never die
One man can start this fire, a second can feed the flames
All of the rest can forward the line- let bourgeois culture burn itself alive
Our frustration, give it to them, together as one
What we have is more than it takes to prosecute the enemy in time
The pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy weÕre fed though out our lives
what chance to fight together? What chance to tear this world apart?
PowerÕs derived in numbers, and numbers are what we have
Yet you complain and choose to abstain, when we could be fighting back
Vultures will encircle with propaganda streams
Laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst
This is why weÕre living- for spirit, life, and blood
And as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite
HumanityÕs a weapon, each lifeÕs a sharpened blade
But weÕre hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses to death
É.To climb up off your knees, and fight for something realÉ
Out into the streets of ruined cities they will come
The bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win
With colors running black and red on hope for future days,
A call will soon be heardÉvae victis!
06. Order Upheld / Dissent Dissolved
The triumph of boredom in everyday life carries the wounded back to the front line
These starving men will fill your cities and bring their broken dreams to market
All done, stuffed and overfed, contained and cross-examined
Robbed of all creativity, each temple is built to cave in
What life in the realm of dead things? What life in self-built prisons?
Divide and welcome the conqueror, spectate the spectacle –unleashed
Order Upheld, Dissent Dissolved
Inject, the image overrides, what songs can come from dead hearts?
Reason is the modern antichrist, where logic rapes all passion
These words that are never said aloud undo the fabric frozen
Revealing the daily sodomy - this course has NOT been chosen
Order Upheld, Dissent Dissolved
07. Servants of Progress
Bred for the wheelÉ
Running like a dog, far too long, waiting for a chance to ÔbeÕ
Learning your lessons with pride, then fall into line
Your class inclination is to work, consume, and breed
You bury your dead where you eat, but never forget- this world is finite
Work another day, punch that clock, watching your life pass by
Sucking all flesh from the bone, your fruit all but rotten
A specter comes haunting again as Babylon sleeps
Your enemies once were your friends, your lovers, your lifeÉdead.
You are your own destroyerÉ
Hang the masters from the highest tree and let their dead eyes stare back at their children
Is this how we want to liveÉ?
08. The Unbridgeable Chasm
These images of the television heads spouting promises that disappear in days
Move and shift as we cross the Styx (and the carnival slips out of town)
Past ideas never did us anything -the rolling stone of progress flattened us
We move and shift as the Rubicon laps at the feet of the masses that never return
You quench your thirst with ashes
You plant your seeds in sand
And watch as weeds devour
You pride these institutions that glorify disease
One thousand knives have stabbed the backs of those you have deceived
You canÕt get there from here, the beaten pathÕs a dead end road
Burning bridges coming downÉagain
We hope and pray for a leader to come, our Ônew world manÕ realized-
Is the jackal enthroned with his suit and phone, the financial demonÕs arrived
Hype and praise for the avaricious way, all sacrifices must be made
Get in line and put the noose on your neck, thereÕs plenty of rope for us all
You think you make the difference,
Yet you ingest their gruel
And reek with stench of profit
You pride these institutions that glorify disease
One thousand knives have stabbed the backs of those you have deceived
You canÕt get there from here, the beaten pathÕs a dead end road
Burning bridges coming downÉagain
The crowd is shifting, the targetÕs getting closer, the bastard smiles with his sinister grin
Its retribution, no mercy ever givenÉthe wolf is howling as the sheep devourÉ
09. Bottom Feeders
March of the animals, an indication of a time where the passion of man is lived through fiction
Feed off the bottom line, let entertainment be the last refuge for mass opinion
Spouting the antidotes- another preacher of the right paints the world in black and white terms
Last time in the end zone, its hard to care when the world outside has guns against your head
Castigate then sedate, convert problems into needs
Then download and erode, let circuits replace all emotion
Bottom Feeding, Dragging us across the desert of the realÉ
Led up to the trough to be fattened up,
Human pigs so ripe for feasting
Following the rules, unquestioned
The animal farm falling under siegeÉ
Rigging the hooks on the virgin nation, the mediated paradise unfolds
The outcome a process of brain starvation, habituate the viewers into clones
Bottom Feeding, Dragging us across the desert of the realÉ
10. History Is Rotten
Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed livesÉ
As evidence of times before, in chapters long forgotten, the rotting tomes of history are written by the victors
Empty words are staring back as paragraphs of power leave no traces of the toilerÕs fate (just one massacre too many-and none too late)
All glory comes from death, desensitized in unreal fiction forms
Our leaders never die -itÕs the working poor that fight their wars
It is written? It is rotten, their truth is dead and rotting
With decades passing and nothing changing, the hourglass grows empty again
Tunnel visions and career clowns, send ivory towers crumbling down
The pulse is fading, the axe is falling, another tragedy unfolds
The moral standard, the status quota, the carcasses of millions left in their wake
The paper bound in books that glorify the acts of murderers
Will burn just like all empires that have come before
It is written? It is rotten, their truth is dead and rotting
500 Years DeadÉ
Cold and efficient they carry out their plan- indoctrinate the youth to the textbook wasteland
As patriots empowered, they coronate themselves, breed us on their lies, and then feed us to the wolves
11. Birth Of Ignorance (Brutal Truth Cover)
Ignorance and prejudice. Raping peoples minds. Molded by environment. Hatred of all kinds. Never knowing tolerance. The ignorent domain. Never knowing freedom. Wear it like a chain. Don't you think? Don't you see? Don't you fool? Don't you see the lies? Don't you think? Don't you see? Don't you fool? Don't you see the lies? Don't you think? Don't you see? Don't you fool? Don't you see the lies? A life of hate is useless. You don't have a cause. Breeding hate with no excuse. Starting racial wars. Religion teaching lies. Hypnosis of the weak. Believing false prophets. Slaughtering the meek. Don't you think? Don't you see? Don't you fool? Don't you see the lies? Don't you think? Don't you see? Don't you fool? Don't you see the lies? Don't you think? Don't you see? Don't you fool? Don't you see the lies? Justify your bias. Give me reasons why. Innocent victim. Murdered by your lies. All the hate that you create. A product of stupidity. All the statements you have made. Have no real validity.