1. Sheep and Wolves

What purpose of life will sustain us, as the days of our youth spiral away What hope for man can we extract here, from this order above, where decisions are made
Don’t tell me you trust them, don’t tell me they care There’s a reason we stand here in silence Like the passive before -we embrace our despair

2. Exception To The Ruled

Blood encrusted eyes, staring out in space The revolution mind, the overbearing thought that I am dying in this place, alone within the crowd This never ending race, a war comprised of all against all A burning awareness I’ve been deceived A life lived out …crawling here…on my knees? Born in from the outside, my conscience will not let me breathe -Have I sacrificed my last hope That something in this world is worth more than money or the state …cause the hate in my heart will never wait All-observing eyes, watching from above, Big Brother to us all, explain away the system’s faults (You’d never last a day in my battered boots) Bursting with tension…my work is done One day here too many…a call to arms Challenging this order- the voice of the voiceless unchained I will vomit on your pompous morals I’m the one you nailed down, abstainer, the slayer of deceit …and I am back for my feast “Words are buried, suppressed, and contradicted Tongues are muted, dislodged and diluted” Dissenting, alive - a traitor you can only hope to be, You’d deny my right to shove it back in the face of the master? So I present this drastic declaration, we’ll send this shit upon its way Burn all flags and burn all nations, and live your life in your own way

3. The Imperial Ambition

From unchallenged doctrines before, when ‘manifest destinies’ carved nations from innocent blood (that soaks this wretched earth yet more) To the passing of history’s dream from kingly to corporate elite In glory these conqueror’s thrust their pious swords of empire Their colonies staining the map, their pawns imposing the class division Another imperial act, cloaked in the shroud of ‘liberation’ Is it freedom’s mission, or the fascist vision? Is it Christ-compassion, or coerced conversion? Sanctified industry and savior modernity! Spreading over oceans, crusading on hypocrisy This modern greed-ambassador comes masked as democracy ….Your God is chosen Is oil the blood of their Christ- cold, dripping and black As each corpse pays to enhance, their burning lust for opulence? Holding the cross in their hand, the priests of capital feast And devour the fruit of their land, in consecrated warlust The patriot’s honor’s unquestioned (as the carrion rots in his backyard) And what noble intentions are not born from the bottom of tyranny’s heart? Is it freedom’s mission, or the fascist vision? Is it Christ-compassion, or coerced conversion? Saving humanity with poverty’s liturgy! On the flag and bible stand their moralistic monarchy With red, white and blood, smeared over eyes deceived …the crowds will follow Force feeder of fiction and lies, your nation is lost and dead Another map drawn, another state– yet another victim of the terror-fear mandate, another page turned, another book burned – onward Christian soldiers, let them burn!

4. Multiply By Fire

What drives the hungry hopeless, who always stand the last in line? As these iron caverns welcome, another million of their dreams to die… Not the money lender- his pockets lined and fat belly full who draws up his fiddle high to spin a tune as the city burns ..And they will watch it burn As they multiply, the seeds are sown, the flames grow high, the tables turn… What moves the toiling masses, to push ahead into another day? To walk past their dying brothers, to force themselves just to look away Not their guilty conscience who in token acts toss crumbs in shame Cause in their spineless hearts they know, their bread and water never change a thing…their words as empty as their heads… And faced with a life in absentia, they'll choose to burn their temples down, burn. “If there is any hope…it lies with the Prols

5. Defector

The heard grows thin… Your father was a scorn-filled alcoholic cop, and mother wasn’t far behind You were ripe for the adverse running, and so ready to defy the right Your fashion was the anti-fashion approved, your music was the latest whatever-core trend A tattooed body with a mind for rent, an adolescent iconoclast Fall Into the ranks aligned, cattle-pressed pushed to the left so anti-this and anti-that, that somewhere along the way you forgot to laugh Taking every cause you could champion, you were an overnight political machine You carried forth the flag of your elders, and quoted Marx for the class-bound breed Throwing rocks through the corporate windows, great destroyer of the economic lie You got one more year for the oppressed, and a lifetime to be all you once despised With career opportunities, the tidal waves of pressure mount Reality is one hard blow, so you gave back your 'scene card' and checked out You had a dream once, but now its sold -assets, equity, financial gain? all of your protests, all of the unrest, gone like a song, never to be heard again ….Dead end workdays? Remember what you HOPED, what you always THOUGHT you’d be? How does it feel to reject it, walk away, then run? To turn your back and trample all of them into the ground? …Birth begets life begets death