Dissent

I. 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

II. 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 Écrawling hereÉon 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
Écause 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 tensionÉmy work is done
One day here too manyÉa 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
Éand 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

III. 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
É.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 Éthe 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!

IV. 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 dieÉ
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 turnÉ

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 thingÉtheir words as empty as their headsÉ

And faced with a life in absentia, they'll choose to burn their temples down, burn.

ÒIf there is any hopeÉit lies with the ProlsÓ

Defector (Thinning The Herd)

The heard grows thinÉ

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

É.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?

ÉBirth begets life begets death