THE MONROE DOCTRINE
Shot dead.
Stopped
Flames
Lights
Snuffed out
For reasons publicly undefined
Malcolm is on stage tonight
Fred Hampton is in bed doing fine
An unplanned development
At the end of an era
A feast of decline
The poor crawling naked
Outside of god's shrine
Put on your preacher's suit
And paint your face on
We're going profiteering
Sing our little song
I can feel my blood boil
Burning deep inside like oil
At the end of an era
A feast of decline
The poor crawling naked
Outside of god's shrine
Put on your preacher's suit
And paint your face on
We're going profiteering
Sing our little song
The patriots are thirsty
Feed them some PR
We want the young fat ones
To soak up the scars
More stats for the frontlines
A financial war
Economist armies
To deal with the poor
Sometimes when you kill a man
He speaks through other mouths
He becomes an army
He arranges a crowd
Score another point for the herd mentality
Praise irrelevant myths
Pervert morality
Forced rituals
Death in perpetuity
Cover up truths
To form your own history
Lining up at your door
We won't wait anymore
To break down the Master's house
They say you can't use his tools
But if a tool's the right one
It's the one I will use
They say
"Let the small people debate
Hum a familiar note
Watch them salivate
Let the small people obey
Hum a familiar note
Frame the debate"
THE EMPIRE
Pressure of unknown origin
Multiplied a billion times
The brain monopolized
Horrors rationalized
And if you listen close you'll find
All of the choirs are synchronized
When the truth is out of season
A storm will come
Legitimate and strong
No peace
Until justice
Mouths eating mouths
Eating mouths
Eating mouths
Will the oil profits rise and trickle down to the slums
Or will they change their shade from black to red?
What was it Saro-Wiwa said?
What was it the dead ones said?
"If you just listen close you'll find
All of the choirs are synchronized"
When the truth is out of season
A storm will come
Legitimate and strong
No peace
Until justice comes
Murder was the old way
Displacement is the new tactic
Give us self-serving doctrine
Increase bombings
Increase arrogance
The practise of bigotry finds shelter beneath all the bickering mouths
Eating mouths
Eating mouths
Mouths eating
Time
Hope
Lives
Progress
No Peace. No Peace. No Peace. No Peace.
MAGGOTS & LIARS
Maggots & liars & holocaust deniers
Feeding on a dead man's corpse
Pointing out unsatisfactory pictures of the gas chambers
Apparently murderer's hesitate to hire photographers
What an eye-opening surprise
Ration screaming
longing to be known
Can you hear it
Or am I alone?
Advocating abstinence
Ignoring our reality
Evangelist pigs
Words of conquest uttered by a jealous god
Strangely validate the way we think
War now only needs good ideas and good PR
Beliefs are plentiful and murderous
How convenient
Ration screaming
longing to be known
Can you hear it
Or am I alone?
Vile men and vile boys leading
They feel a god of some sort would be pleased
It speaks to them apparently
To the dark herd
The scum of the earth
The scum of the earth
Ration screaming
Longing to be known
Can you hear it
Or am I alone?
Am I alone?
FROM THE DEPTHS
Falling to the ground under violence
Stones, piss and cum
I will die for a religious disease
Holy thoughts that maul
The high road of rape
Tell my story
Tell my story to somebody
I can't shake this feeling
That no one hears me
An angry wind is blowing my way
You and your vengeful god will pay
I'm coming to your town in flames
Which entity will die in shame?
The ghost or the man?
Sickness blinds you
Shut your mouth
Clothed in justice
I return
The graves are not yet full
The job is not yet done
Crawling endlessly
Desperate
Unfulfilled
Black death should be a closer friend
Get down
On the ground
Tell my story
Tell my story to somebody
I can't shake this feeling
That no one hears me
An angry wind is blowing my way
You and your vengeful god will pay
I'm coming to your town in flames
Which entity will die in shame?
Everyone should understand it's not faith
but actions that make one human
You sir, should be afraid,
so afraid of the dead and the damned
Criticize me
Undermine me
Dehumanize me
Curse and blind me
A hand reaches out from the depths
Over and over again
A message through torturous death
Taught to the young blood again
Wake up the tired and the dead
There's still dignity to defend
Even if terror never ends
Even if terror never ends
STIMULUS RESPONSE
The hand of god
An uninvited guest
Torture
Humiliation
Modern genocide
Infant child beheaded
Sleep
For you could be a winner
If you're a believer
There's nothing to be scared of
Are you a believer?
Friendly fire
We need to stay the course
Masked by the illusion of reform
Fighting terror one civilian at a time
Comforter
Provider
Aware of intrusion
Subhuman flesh
Eaten by animals
Sleep
(Comfortably)
Many mouths are shut
Join them
For you could be a winner
If you're a believer
There's nothing to be scared of
Are you a believer?
Commited to a gruesome outcome
The sanctity of law
Red moon in the sky
Games are lives
Play
You deserve it
History can be erased
As has been proven time and time again
Now why don't you tune in to an entertaining program
Choose a god
Kill someone
Save your money for a nice vacation
In desperation die
Everything, my friend, is privatized
A war fought with no weapons
Death toll rise
Keep listening to the same songs
The out of touch assumptions
And arrogant ramblings
Of the fair and balanced news
Why don't you...
Occupy yourselves?
TAMISRA
Blood-soaked hands on the wheel
Seeking out the great mundane
Keep a low light
Death machines move on
Blot out the sun
Loyal worker bees
We have become
Keep a low light
CROSSING THE LINE
Here it is in front of us
A kingdom dirtied and ruined
The end of our collective dreams
A land of progress for fools
I will crawl miles & miles
In form
Out of form
The many remembering
False hopes
In false homes
Eyes fixed upon the dark unknown
My next destination
We do not learn here what we should in seperation
Questioning to overthrow the answer
It's gone
Eye's fixed upon the dark unknown
My next destination
Beautiful sacrifice on the altar of decline
In the end we all cross the line
They fall
HALLIBURTON PIGGIES
Boardroom animals bobbing for cash
Familiar rhetoric of unapologetic lawlessness
Artificial hands authorize themselves
Miscalculated figures realign themselves
Going out on the town
Dressed up in legitimacy
Halliburton Piggies
Fat Halliburton Piggies
Fantasy planners assuming early victory
Halliburton Piggies
A cold fortress built on contracts
It's here the arguments congratulate themselves for "staying the course"
Let's use "reform" as a code word for the changing of faces
The beasts behind the smokescreen are trading their places
Escaping the all-seeing eye
Mutilating the pressure point
Picking the bones of the dead
Drooling
Going out on the town
Dressed up in legitimacy
Halliburton Piggies
Fat Halliburton Piggies
Fantasy planners assuming early victory
Halliburton Piggies
Global fraud seperates the criminal, the dead, and the oblivious
Secure the account
There is no consequence
Fat Halliburton Piggies will tell you
Fat Halliburton Piggies will tell you
War is Profit
Mrs. Cheney does not like the term "Genocide"
Well, I'm sorry that she feels that way
Hiding from our history
Truth a form of blasphemy
I'm sorry that it's come to this
We become the new dissent
We are inconvenient
Sorry
A GREAT DISTANCE
After the silence
Scale the walls
A great distance
Dead men call my name
Ancestors call your name
Extreme solution
The masses hold my gun
We sing a tired song
We die to keep you warm
Open the floodgates
Lend me your ears
Announce predictions that never appear
Grievances consumed and paralyzed
Cold frantic moon rise
Collective intentions unrealized
You misunderstand sacrifice
Extreme solution
Bold stories carry on
We sing a violent song
We die to turn you on
Take this as on offering
Among distant philosophies that should be seen as luxuries afforded to the safe
Take this as an offering
The dead before bureaucracy
Words spoken to the suffering
Though actions would do more
Another doe-eyed witness stuttering
An unwelcome analysis on the state of things
When I feel the pressure
When I see the fires burn
When I open fully
I infiltrate the impure
I endure
TOOLS FOR THE ESCAPE
This sensation survives the disappearance of the source
Dimmer this light turns
(Pain)
Strangulation
Peeling the skin off
A fractured understanding
Mind numbing fury aiming at the centre point
A relaxed solar plexus
Unaware in equanimity
There is no relief if one is not "plugged in"
Awaiting death
Going inside
Cut me open
Burn me alive
The door opens when I arrive
The door opens when I arrive
When I arrive
When I arrive
Some instruments make horrible sounds
I crack at the seams
The next scene is sketched out roughly
Where are the others?
Crawling through their own creations
Filtering this realm's abbherations
Pushing through initiations some will never face
That death was intended for me
I got out
A clearing in the woods
I'm coming home
No answer but mine
No way out but to break
No truth but within
Tools for the escape
Tools for the escape
LIGHT A FIRE
Music is violence
A child in a prostitute's clothing
The colony wants to hear the same old songs
A decayed army attacks
Oblivious death marches
Joy in mediocrity
Play it again
This is radio mundane
Endless amounts of the same
Notes and expressions of pain
Death
Pump out this bile for years
Discover children sexualized
Condensed concrete economy
Praise the old men with the money
Voices must be paid for
An audience is bought
Sacrifice everything to see
Your own face perpetually
This is radio mundane
Endless amounts of the same
Notes and expressions of pain
Death
Another clone wants to ride daddy's coattails
A young face on a dying beast
Write him a fucking song
Let them eat shit
Let them eat shit
Ingrain filth in society
Brand it
We want our music back
Light a fire
Let the decay fall away to inspire
We want our music back
Muzzle the king
Take the sacred from those who stole the meaning
Turning away from the obscene
Mantra-like frequencies
Repetition's gun firing again
We're dead already
Dead to a wakeup call
The most critical things
INTERAHAMWE
Blood red fists will rule
As long as distractions are in place
As long as this sphere remains
Lawless and vile
Be scapegoats at night
Do not fight
No one here to draw the line
Do not fight
Expect murder unless you turn the gun on yourselves
Herd the sheep to the sound of the churchbells
Millions will give
No one will pay
Weapons arrive with no paper trace
Sing to your man made gods and props
A wretched song of desperation
Blind and erase
No one will pay
Torture is not enough
Pain is not enough
You'll soon understand no one's to blame
As far as they're concerned we have no name
If blocking peace efforts is a mistake
Bow your head to the weapons trade
The world's heart bled it's dirty cash
To leave more bodies smothered in ash
Blind and erase
No one will pay
Hope is not enough
Purity is not enough
To be safe from harm
Akazu
Apocalypse deux
The damned elite
Orchestrators
Those who work together
Run together
We would like to thank first and foremost the media
We would like to thank the United States of America
We would like to thank Chirac and the French Government
We would like to thank you for your complacence
Appealing to the pawns of industry
Relying on an uninformed citizenry
It's easy
So easy
LIMB FROM LIMB
They say the world is your oyster
Prostituted for profit
Though the masses petition
Nothing will be done to stop it
Let's stop living in the past
And move together in the future
With the killers and tyrants
And the naive youthful
Warning
There's more than one Ted Haggard
Creeping up on the kneeling
They don't need Jesus to save them
They've got friends in higher places
Like the courts and the senate
The judicial think tanks
A brainwashed following
And money in the bank
Warning
This is easy to misunderstand
Language can be read in many ways
Some of them sickening
Stand up
Stand up
It seems extremism is the new solution
A perpetual parade of enforced illusions
The most disgusting things are the most popular
The more the death tolls rise
The more it's never enough
Warning
This is easy to misunderstand
Language can be read in many ways
Some of them sickening
Stand up
Stand up
Finance, Violence, Machinery
The progress is suffocating
Beliefs are just geography
Stories with no ending
Life or death dependency
Oil's bloody offering
The new and improved revisionalism
The freedom to seek out fraudulent wisdom
The right to train and indoctrinate children
What's all this fuss about a little bit of fiction?
Tear apart history
Anonymously
Dismantle everything completely
Limb from limb
Program yourself
You lucky work of progress
Malfunctioning cog in the wheel
A vision of a human face swallowing a boot
Forever
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