1. |
Kerosene to the Zombie
03:49
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Kerosene to the Zombie
Past is dead watch the
necrophiliacs there
crowd in
rush to
adore the carcass of God
no euthanasia
don't want no easy way out
Keeping on good terms
with oblivion now
say your prayers
dead stare
embracing forced motherhood
yet for the living
I hear a deafening yawn
Profiteers of hegemony
fall into decay
and those orgasms of history
come to smash its pretty face
Kerosene to the zombie
flame to the revenant
it's kerosene to the zombie
flame to the revenant
Drain the sea
in which the boat floats
citadels water logged
fret not
Rome wasn’t burned in a day
Take what's forbidden
wrest from the hands of the past
Bomb for peace
fuck for virginity
A sense of dread
is a purchase on reality
in God's dominion
the dead have conjugal rights
Profiteers of patriarchy
fall into disgrace
Are we talking peaceful transfer
or talking severed heads of state
Kerosene to the zombie
flame to the revenant
it's kerosene to the zombie
flame to the revenant
it's kerosene to the zombie
flame to the revenant
it's kerosene to the zombie
flame to the revenants
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2. |
Suicided
04:10
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Suicided
The dead hand of the state
phantom limb controlled doom
decide to self-immolate
only way to make the headlines
Face of God in the sky
smoke of smoldering truth
that daily eternal life
incantations for the bread lines
Cuz genocide is in denial
while it's sleeping with you
and misery is only canonized
when it's in your rear view
but oh it's all around you child...
(Who) Set themselves alight
(Who) claiming something that the
world denied them
(Who) sticks and broken bones
(Who) a life of prostration
(Who) seemed to offer less than
suicide did
it seemed to offer less than suicide did
When you hear "improvise",
what image springs to your view?
An explosive device
culminating in a red night?
Got the youth mobilized
and killing softly ain't new
a crowded market place aisle
perfect place to air their brains, right?
Cuz ideology is probably
all that's strapped onto you
and all that martyrdom will get you
is all over the room
cuz war and terror are the bearers
of the same strange fruit
Only disparity is budgetary
tantamount to
a mom & pop vs. a corporation killing you
(Who) Under Lockheed key
(Who) Konsumterror is the new messiah
(Who) blood and gasoline
(Who) petrol refugees
(Who) the world has finally
murder-suicided
(Who) Cannon fodder for
(Who) a never ending off-shore
doom deposit
(Who) what's the difference between
(Who) war and terror
when it's you who is dying
and they've finally murder-suicided
the world has finally murder-suicided
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3. |
Severed Heads Can't Sing
05:09
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Severed Heads Can't Sing
Batten down the hatches on
your country club, your second home
We're taking your colonial war trophies
and your hoarded spoils
We've infiltrated your bunkers,
your panic rooms
your off-shore is our backyard
we are your children
sleepwalking through your halls
we are your circuit boards
So wheel out (wheel out)
the guillotines (ahh ahh)
we'll drag you out (drag out)
from your limousines (ah ahh)
(put out the fire before you go)
You think you're earned it,
that you deserve it
and that's the worst part
so hush now (hush now) you philistines
(put out the fire before you go)
(and we're singin' all night)
You know the words by heart
but sadly, severed
(severed)
severed heads can't sing
(severed heads can't sing)
(singin' all night)
We're melting down your driveway for tar
and gathering feathers (feathers)
feathers from your duvets
(feathers from your duvets)
(and we're singin' all night)
The rising of these corporeal waves
the consequence of wars you've waged
Amnesia of the culture's blamed
but weapons deals you've brokered
have you name engraved
and your beach-front property
is not a defensible position
and as you're rambling about your philanthropy – shhhhh...
you can hear them coming if you listen
So wheel out (wheel out)
the guillotines (ahh ahh)
we'll drag you out (drag out)
from your limousines (ah ahh)
(put out the fire before you go)
You know the words by heart
but sadly, severed
(severed)
severed heads can't sing
(severed heads can't sing)
(singin' all night)
We're melting down your driveway for tar
and gathering feathers
(feathers)
feathers from your duvets
(feathers from your duvets)
(and we're singin' all night)
You know the words by heart
but sadly, severed
(severed)
severed heads can't sing
(severed heads can't sing)
(singin' all night)
We're melting down your driveway for tar
and gathering feathers
(feathers)
feathers from your duvets
(feathers from your duvets)
(and we're singin' all night)
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4. |
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Guns Don't Kill People, Cops Kill People
Guns don't kill people
Cops kill people
so let's kill that evil beast
inside of ourselves
People love them some
Stockholm Syndrome
when you think that your oppressor's
there to protect you
Oh, that's state control:
Blue Wall of Silence
like a dam on a blood reservoir
Oh, those bullet holes?
they're just the punctuation
on the statement that this racist system's making:
Thoughts and prayers
and shallow sympathies
calls for calm restraint...
Well, there ain't no need for
nuanced niceties:
Fuck this police state.
Oh, sorry to let you know
there ain't no accidents,
the program's running
just like it's supposed to
You say ya hate cops
but if you're ever in a
scary situation who's gonna show up
two hours later all condescending
and never follow up ever?
Guns don't kill people
Cops kill people
so let's kill that evil beast
inside of ourselves
People love them some
Stockholm Syndrome
when you think that your oppressor's
there to protect you
Guns don't kill people
Cops kill people
so let's kill that evil beast
inside of ourselves
People love them some
Stockholm Syndrome
when you think that your oppressor's
there to protect you
Thoughts and prayers
and shallow sympathies
calls for calm restraint...
Well, there ain't no need for
nuanced niceties:
Fuck this police state.
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5. |
Sanguinary
04:45
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Sanguinary
Bracing for the marching soldiers
the village tries to catch its breath
The killing machine has a gender
can't you smell him digging ditches,
dishing out death
When pulling bodies from the rubble
don't accept that fate's to blame
Those murky forces that torment you
have a face, a mother, father
and a last name.
How long will the undecided keep company with death?
And how can this
unearned freedom from dread
still pass for enlightenment?
Zip-tied to the chair of survival
or in the car trunk of government
Do you wanna be part of the crime
or part of the punishment?
Days so very sanguinary
brings me to my knees
the ground that we're sleeping on
made of mutilated bodies of war
Q: And babies?
A: And babies.
If it bleeds it leads!
In the name of napalm
let's spin another massacre yarn
and take the last plane home
If you return what fate awaits you?
A ticker tape? A movie scene?
Why don't you go ask the homeless
about a hero's welcome –
veterans make up one in three
They'll leave you to your brand new demons
abandoned in PTSD
Wishing for a time machine to
talk yourself out of enlisting
back in nineteen
39
1962
1993
Funny how the past
has a way of catching up with you.
How high can we pile civilians
til the noose is around the drone?
Your own son, just another skull
on the spike of a known unknown
How can they eat their dinner so calmly when there's
brains splattered across the room
Yeah they keep talking
and pretend that they'll knight you
with the sword that they run you through
Days so very sanguinary
brings me to my knees
the ground that we're sleeping on
made of mutilated bodies of war
Q: And babies?
A: And babies.
If it bleeds it leads!
In the name of napalm
let's spin another massacre yarn
and take the last plane home
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6. |
Living Proof
04:55
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Living Proof
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
A culture tried to hitch-hike to Funky Town
but ended up on Rikers Isle
Yeah we can laugh about it
laugh about it
laugh about it now
A sick fixation on migration
of the traumatized from
countries with death squads
that you funded, now you act surprised
It's only natural somebody's gonna have to try to sanctify by TV dy-no-mite
Cuz violence is as American as cherry pie
as syphilis and burning crosses
in the night
as ouija boards and waterboards
and dollar signs
the ones in your eyes...
Living proof the system works
the system works for them
spend your hard-earned money
to help support their death machine
I can't believe the apathy
the Nazi sympathies
enough analogies, I miss it back when
all the punks were singing:
"Living proof the system works
the system works for them
spend your hard-earned money
to help support their death machine"
I can't believe we're still beneath
this corporatocracy
almost embarrassing to listen
now that all you hypocrites are singing...
Give me your zealots, opportunists
and their kidnap victims
Give me your cruelest
your most ruthlessly religious visions
your biggest suckers, motherfuckers
we've got land to pillage
your treaty-breakers,
oh, those natives?
simply burn the village
And now today, you wanna murder?
well we'll pay for college
You get impunity
We get whatever we can salvage
Can almost hear those white supremacist
founding fathers laughing bout it now
Cuz violence is as American as cherry pie
as syphilis and burning crosses
in the night
as ouija boards and waterboards
and dollar signs
the ones in your eyes...
Living proof the system works
the system works for them
spend your hard-earned money
to help support their death machine
I can't believe the apathy
the Nazi sympathies
enough analogies, I miss it back when
all the punks were singing:
"Living proof the system works
the system works for them
spend your hard-earned money
to help support their death machine"
I can't believe we're still beneath
this corporatocracy
almost embarrassing to listen
now that all you hypocrites are singing...
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Letter from the McDonald's on Guantanamo
Dear Mom, Dad, Peg and Jackson,
I'm sitting here at the McDonald's on Guantanamo.
I'm not sure if this letter will make it, or that I'll send it
but I wanted to write this out for a while now.
Yeah so, we had him in the cold, chained to the floor. Haha.
We had a hood on his head,
and then we beat him some more. Ah
All this torture, and I just went along.
From behind this Cactus Curtain
I'm not sure whose side we're on.
At least war crimes qualify me for
a decent job at the Pentagon.
We were drunk, singing Guantanamera,
holding in our laughs
during the mock executions;
Retribution, we said.
Laughing as we pissed on the Quran in his hand,
laughing like hell as we ripped off his pants,
Nine hundred and eleven ways to die without a trace
we rubbed his face in the particulars
and I heard him as he wept alone
A sudden pang of conscience
as I destroyed interrogation logs.
Will these war crimes qualify me for
a discharge or just a disorder?
I've been longing for
Sundays sitting in church
back in East Tennessee.
"Infidels," we joked.
But now what's haunting my dreams
are all the ghost detainees.
I know that Uncle Mark's probably calling me pussy now.
I got the black-site blues and cold feet...
he'd say pull out all his teeth, and drown all his children
a watery grave down in the Caribbean
but we were arming these guys when they was Mujahideen.
Like we gave two shits about New York before,
singing "send me to hell or New York City"
Momma, I don't care no more.
Anyway, how's everyone back home?
How's grandma?
Love,
your son
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8. |
Oh Desolation
03:27
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Oh Desolation
Wells are burning away
in the clandestine nights
cyborgs with a tear in their eye
yeah they're rolling away
it's raining satellites
the violence staged
across the sky
City's on fire
a nice disguise
ash in the sky
that quiet when it snows
bury your cash
and siphon a litre
color your hair and pseudocide
takes a long time for the mind
to decompose
Yeah it's blowing away
the fading summer night
martial law like a wrinkle in time
and they summon their gods
to drop your children
out of helicopters
mass graves to the desert sky
Oh desolation
ain't there no reparations
just those grave desecratin'
oil lines
Oh desolation
ain't there no reparations
just those grave desecratin'
oil lines
Oh Desolation
Oh Desolation
Oh Desolation
Listen to those bullets screaming
skimming off the sand
you'll hear your parents
just ain't who they claim
you'll feel those robot bones
those plastic debutantes
dancing with their
arms around you
dancing with those
arms around you
robot bones
their stiff and creepy forms
smiling with their flags
around them
smiling with their flags on fire
City's on fire
a nice disguise
ash in the sky
that quiet when it snows
bury your cash
and siphon a litre
color your hair and pseudocide
takes a long time for the mind
to decompose
City's on fire
a nice disguise
ash in the sky
that quiet when it snows
bury your cash
and siphon a litre
color your hair and pseudocide
takes a long time for the mind
to decompose
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9. |
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Pillaging The Ripe Orchards Of Faith
Well their death cult's on the rise
Pillaging the ripe orchards of faith
smothered under history's weight
Inhumanity defined
Man, they're worshiping
a torture device
praying for the skull and scythe
They've instrumentalized our
inability to
comprehend our demise
our natural fear of the truth
omnicide in their eyes
byzantine in their tools
Dance through the fire
and the brimstone
burning in their minds
They wanted blood
but only holy water's
raining from the sky
We're their children, ostracized
Hey Hosana,
whatcha want me to say?
Blame it on your judgement day
Coveted it once or twice
but damn,
people love a beating drum
people want a smoking gun
They've
institutionalized
our mythological fears
the flickering shadows thrown on
the cavern walls made of mirrors
hastening death with their lies
the burning up atmosphere
Dance through the fire
and the brimstone
burning in their minds
They wanted blood
but only holy water's
raining from the sky
yeah they're just sycophants
claiming falsehoods to hide behind
Dance through the fire...
Dance through the fire...
Dance through the fire...
Dance through the fire...
Dance through the fire
and the brimstone
burning in their minds
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10. |
Lonely Leviathan
03:00
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Lonely Leviathan
Fragrance of smoldering pyres
architecture consumed in vines
Lonely Leviathan
that world-eater
waiting
Before humanity destroys itself
we'll find a way to melt between space and time
The only thing beside the birds and trees
that will remain the same
is you and I
Nascent armies descending
vexed to nightmare, she's screaming somewhere
Before humanity destroys itself
we'll find a way to melt between space and time
The only thing beside the birds and trees
that will remain the same
is you and I
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