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 concrete…Face 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 here…?
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 'til their blood runs cold and we are free

The Lies That Bind…

Rising from the tide, a Kraken cloaked in wisdom, propagates his lies,
For love of living death…

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
That's bound in tune with 'progress' - in dialectic comedy

Problems rise in culture, where contradiction's 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 unbinding….

More demagogues emerging, the paradise parade begins
Everything is perfect, and 'time' 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 come…
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 life's worth living

Books are burning in the night, where consciousness is laid to rest
Another dream falls out of sight…and what have we to show for this?

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 'reason' 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 myself…am 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 now…my great depression

Angst Isst Die Seele Auf (Fear Eats the Soul)

Thrust into this competition naked and undone
Back to back, yet divided on our own
Fear breeding fear, exploding pressures on
We're locked away in self-made chains…

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 you'd 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 can't you say a word?

Zu Hause wie im Krieg, Waffen und Hass zuhauf

Casualties of human life drift in the crowds
They're 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, you'll eat yourself alive

Submit to the anger, the coming of vengeance, the cult of uncaring, the chaos of living…and face this world alone

The hooks in your mouth now you'll swallow the bait
Distorting your vision, you'll drink from their poison…so ripened for the fall

You take from the worst and give up the best- but never forget you're a human being…you 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 that's 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

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 we're fed though out our lives
what chance to fight together? What chance to tear this world apart?

Power's 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 we're living- for spirit, life, and blood
And as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite
Humanity's a weapon, each life's a sharpened blade
But we're hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses to death

….To climb up off your knees, and fight for something real…
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 heard…vae victis!

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

Servants of Progress

Bred for the wheel…
Running like a dog, far too long, waiting for a chance to 'be'
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 life…dead.

You are your own destroyer…
Hang the masters from the highest tree and let their dead eyes stare back at their children

Is this how we want to live…?

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 can't get there from here, the beaten path's a dead end road
Burning bridges coming down…again

We hope and pray for a leader to come, our 'new world man' realized-
Is the jackal enthroned with his suit and phone, the financial demon's arrived
Hype and praise for the avaricious way, all sacrifices must be made
Get in line and put the noose on your neck, there's 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 can't get there from here, the beaten path's a dead end road
Burning bridges coming down…again

The crowd is shifting, the target's getting closer, the bastard smiles with his sinister grin
Its retribution, no mercy ever given…the wolf is howling as the sheep devour…

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 real…

Led up to the trough to be fattened up,
Human pigs so ripe for feasting
Following the rules, unquestioned
The animal farm falling under siege…

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 real…

History Is Rotten

Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed lives…

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 toiler's fate (just one massacre too many-and none too late)

All glory comes from death, desensitized in unreal fiction forms
Our leaders never die -it's 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 Dead…
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