1. MANUFACTURINF GREED

Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes, wide awake and dead, we consumate the bond, stomach tied in knots, driving class relations, engines working hard, this mechanism breeds contradictions, bury expectations, nothing's going to last, the tide is turning back. Revocation. They cant control us, there's nothing left, our thirst for vengeance, your dying breath, its a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields, we're not forgotten, reject this greed machine. Hope is for the hopeless, dreaming for a life, as opiates replace human passion advertise our weakness, colonize our space, feed the appetite as force fed gluttons, its life in dead time, its self-decay, their so-called heaven, now rots away, its a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields, we're not forgotten, reject this greed machine. With golden eyes our gods will lead us, as labor-slaves we work away, drunk and baited, packaged, processed, this market-orgy fucks for pay. Cutting through the lies that bind us, fist-fucking the status quo, we loot and burn their paradise-burn. Their planet's just a whorehouse, based on greed and avarice, demand your life and take it back, their world is dead and drunk on piss. Your a slave if your collar's white, a slave if your collar's blue, chains locked around your neck, you'll work too hard. You'll work to death. Tides of human flotsam floating, tired and alone. The ones who want to fight are the ones who have no hope, bury all your trust just like you buried all your dreams, the ends that justify their rule will justify our means.


2. YOUR PAIN IS NOTHING

Bled dry, and gutted clean, in this maledictive maze. Assembly lines are full of dreams, and promises of cathode rays. Can I afford a life? The walls are caving in… again. Gears turn, and metal burns, in my atavistic daze. Their pacifistic paramours just sodomize and walk away. Starving hearts and hollow heads, in dialectic dread. As economistic carnivores bleed the population red. Standing alone again, eternal wait, the absence of empathy, so out of date, the body will age, the mind will rot, the essence of apathy, we're parasites, the ending of time, has yet to start, we're standing in line, yet miles apart, our will to live, the fate that we share, belies the fact that we neve care. Caves of raw steel, the modern graveyard, what human failures promise for us, day turns into night. Spirits shred and will drains, reinjected fiscal fix cash gods and money whores guarantee the perfect trip hate thrives as stressed lives, cultivate their capital, cities grow and people die as the rich stuff their guts full... Sometimes I can never bleed enough to forget that I'm alive...


3. BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS

One time, the last rendition, too long I’ve sacrificed, dead stones in walls of freedom, built high with filth and vice, so blind you walk into their chapels (morality enthroned) what price this god of mass invention, extracts to make you whole? Your crimes defy your wisdom, no faith can set you free, unleashed through vile maxims, your doctrines bleed deceit. Mental crucifixion, what flesh can serve your needs? Unchained, I crawl to exit your shrine of rotting dreams.


4. PULLING OUT THE NAILS

Falling fast through cracks in heaven, come carnivores is search of meat, the prophets of the moral order lead their herds of silent sheep, architects of social breeding propagate their promised faith, the fascist seed is firmly planted, loving hands now turn to rape, armies of the middle class, embed their youth with reason's tools, what calous ill-begotten race, could build a nation born of fools? Pulling your nails… Outward. Pulling your nails. Ressurect the age-old weapon, keep them drunk so no one thinks. Sciences of mass deception, global propaganda schemes, liberate the dead among us, history's not preordained, anarchistic undertakers overthrow their overlords. Black sheep soon all grow in number, congregations multiply, shepards of the dead world order, watch their flock collapse and die. What does it take for a nation to believe? To die on its feet instead of living on its knees, what will it take for a conscious working class to put the greedy in their graves with their money up their ass, the story of the year is the story of the day, the people never change they just look the other way, the world doesn't wait for the bodies of the weak, the enemy is time. Freedom's never free.


5. DEAD SHALL RISE (TERRORIZER COVER)

The Dead Shall Rise, From Their Grave, To Destroy All Mankind... Die!


6. MY UNTOLD APOCALYPE

Out of the past, fall the bodies that have come before me, following your path their just slaves in need of life. No ending in sight, the rape of another lover, satisfies the thirst until you find another high. Branded and exiled, the silence as you dive headfirst into this wasteland, this coffin, so warm and waiting. Boxed up, and nailed down, you suffocate on words unspoken. Shut down, and choked up, your mind so brilliant. And so broken. Demand your life... And I'll fucking take it back! Arms stretched, your clutching handfuls of air as you go falling back to your abyss, you'll never drag me down there with you.
Foucault is laughing, this tragedy that you created so young, yet rotting, your beauty burned, your body wasted. Hours too late, as the sands tick away upon us, guts half-strewn across the floor of my life. No project of fate, all bonds cut and abolished carry your disease like the other parasites.


7. ALIVE?

Working, these bodies unconscious, all slaving for a lifetime with nothing to show.
Hours injected, with years invested, for these martyrs with a dying wage. Death wage. Alive-yet lifeless.
Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, alive.
Yet lifeless! Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, born-dead new world slaves.
Dying for notions of progress, a manufactured caste of actors displayed demands rejected, the bosses connected, in this inbred power play. Death play.


8. REALITY DISTORTION (DISRUPT COVER)

Behind walls of lies the plain truth, which some attempts to deny and hide, realitys grip is slowly loosend images falseafied. The media shit has your brainwashed. Open your eyes stop being blind you clearly see the horrors are real, miserable conditions,agony prolouged, yet you ignore the pain they feel. Their propaganda has fucked your mind.
Chickens debaked, chicks are smothered,pigs are starved, bulls castrated, veal cows fed hormones,antibiotics,female cows constantly inpregnated. Mans tyranny over other living beings cannot be justified or proven safe, people starve while doom cows eat what could be theirs,factory
farms are modern day concetration camps. The conditions these animals are raised in are inhumain and extremely cruel,forget these fairytale images that the media has so
conveniently led you to belive they are reared to live and eventually die in misery,they've put family farms out of business you prophit from the animals suffering so its up to you and I to stop the torture!


9. 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.


10. 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


11. 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 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!


12. 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 thingÉtheir 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


13. DEFECTOR (THINNING THE HERD)

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


14. CONQUISTADORES

At dawn he rides, the fleet sets sail, the tanks will roll, when Mars screams, Across the world, our children wake, abandoned offspring, writhing there, Choked by the hidden hand of God, The swansong is on his lips, an albatross hangs from his red neck, The doves are dead, the hawks are free, to propagate the burdens of empire, What eyes have seen the world, From well-worn knees, Where corpses lay at soldier's feet, Conquistadores. God Speed! The Prophet and the angel, Inside his oval lair, She whispers to his empty head, "Conquistador... War is peace", As infidels in Eden's garden... We'll tear out the serpent's eyes, "A class filth infested, the heathen of the Holy Land. We'll trample, stomp, and segregate them Their God is dead-infected, they're rats within our shrines. Conquistador... Why would I lie? Have another drink of wine, Toast it to the terrorist, You're brothers in each other's arms, Doppelganger's in distress, The clash of the fools, he arrives, Blinded and faith. Martyred, Cleansed and reborn, As the suicide crusader with the passion of Christ armed, In the shadow of the crescent moon, The crucifix shines in its petrol graveyard, In what God's name shall they rule? ...The Cowboy and Caliphate, in love with each other.


15. WALLS OF CONFINEMENT (NAPALM DEATH COVER)

Before my eyes I see a wall,
12, 000 miles high,
And the same amount wide.

Within that wall are faces
Of people
To whom I once could relate.

Now communicating seems hard,
When there's an ego barrier to break through.

Opinions of self opinion
Cloud a new horizon,
The vision a mere illusion.

Biased in conclusion,
Trapped in seclusion,
To the outside, exclusion.

When an attitude is so biased,
What can you expect to change?

Banging your head,
But the wall's not moving,
It's enclosing.

Burning so much energy
Enthusiasm burning
Is change the 'real' obsession?

Or with a sense of pretention,
Do you merely stive for cedible attention?


16. SCENE AND NOT HEARD

Crawling out en masse, they gather
Turkey flop platoons, will scatter
Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting
Always 'scene' and never heard, these core eyesores

What have we learned, in seventeen years of glam-rock in the grave? That history repeats itself... Again

And right on cue, Pavlov's dogs will dance

"Like dude, this band just sucked until they broke it down"

...It's coming yet again, I thing I feel it, it's coming right now... Dance you fashion fuckers

Brie Brie Brie. It's fuckin good cheese. You gotta love it

Always posing, myspace whoring
Mascara und sleeve tattoo
Narcissists in 'youth small' clothing
...Next Nirvana, where are you?


17. HANG ‘EM HIGH

Hang em til the last ones dead
Hang em til the last ones dead
Hang em til the last ones dead
Let them know we're coming out to kill

Behind gentle eyes, beneath Brooks Brother's gray
The cold calculations of the beast burn hard

For West Virginia miners
And conaie in Ecuador
For Delhi child labor
And Niger Delta poor

We kill
We kill
We kill
We kill

...Die

Let's hang 'em fucking high.


18. LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT

From 'shock and awe' to 'cut and run'
The parlance of our times
Is shut your mouth or ship it out
"We don't need you traitorous swine"

Tropes that tie the noose
From mediating whores
To bastard critizisers
Who dare to question W's war

Vagaries o verse
In sound-bite serenade
The Crawford-texas curse?
Veracity vilified again

Boiling under pressure
Quixotic aspirations hem the wheel
And the blindness of the captain
Steers Jesusland through icy waters still

Full steam ahead.


19. DISCORDIA (ACOUSTIC VERSION)

Line by line the artifacts spilling across a western world
Awash in imagery and apathy entrenched
We dine together in here on stark, immiserating axioms,
Make our beds, dig our graves
Bled from this cold irrationality onto the corpse of a world... We never asked for.


20. RULING CLASS CANCELLED

Class is cancelled!

Counter-hegemonics,
Multitudes in swarm
On nations at the center
Who watch their world deform

This global insurrection was given birth by the ruling class

And the children of empire, whose world this is to take
Open up the Seventh Seal and watch the West decay... Decay! (x2)

Apocalyptic riders, above black horse's hooves
Have come to reap their harvest, to taste their labor's fruits

O' begotten Caesar!
You can't deny what is theirs...
And quickly you forget
Just how your West was won...

...Then lost.


21. 49 SECOND OF HATE

Ignorance is bliss
The cuprit of twist
The quintessence of spin
Their right legs shorter than their left

Barking fascist cur
In pursuit of his own shit
Parading as prophets
And on each word I fucking spit

As descents try to clean
The right wings fucking mess
Rupert murdock buys,
And bill o'reily pounds his chest

The time has come for change
So for them I dedicate
For lack of objectivity
49 of hate


22. THE COLOR OF BLOOD

What instills fear into the hearts of men
The pale blank stare of the bastard sons of Sam

Waltons perched on high, big brother Bush's patriot
act
As Fear, the great inhibitor, can motivate the taking
of lives back

Consume... Your empire, your tomb

We sold our SUV's
We bleeding red and black
We got up from our knees
And took that shit from Wal-Mart back

And I could give a fuck about this shit robot parade
Red white and blue and sleep
And so soundly they shall stay

I'll curse this till my throat will bleed, bleeding
red and black
In the wake of awakening, red and fucking black

Consume... Your empire, your tomb

Lying to yourself, a state of self delusion
As commonground with greed is a commonplace illusion

Who should peddle fear onto the hearts of men
As Fear, the great back-stabber, can give one means to


23. MEET REALITY

Outside your gated homes, The world begins where your street ends
Yet in time, your demons will come crawling back
Praise God for what you have in life
For your wealth is as hollow as the heart you hold inside

A nightmare in three dimensions, this opulence embraced by man
Reapers of the peasant's harvest, gorging on the fat of the land
Caged in worldly mansions, picking vassals out from the poor
Worship at the altar of avarice, where Bourgeois man is born

As dead men walking spoiled earth, who spend their shining coffers dry,
With thirst never quenched nor quelled, you ever think to question why?

Outside your window of comfort, its like night of the living dead
For each dime you bleed from another, the stench of your poverty spreads
Defining the world in equations, commodity prices and fees
You see other humans as cattle, to service the gluttonous beast

A werewolf's banquet, of ostentatious parody
Masquerading fortunes, amassed through servility
As you eat them alive... Now meet your slaves
Gomorrah caving in, on your precious homes, four walls falling fast


24. THE LIVING SHALL ENVY THE DEAD

Waking up living is like waking up dead. As the workers climb the precipice, the queen ant's still asleep in bed.
She's hording all their rations, with slaves set to assist, and the mass of this lost colony will never see a day of living rest.
The emperor now is rising and she still wears not a trace of clothes.
The world around her crumbles, but her gluttony is all she knows....
The herds will thin, the walls will crack, their backs will break...
It's all for "progress?


25. DEMAND THE IMPOSSIBLE

Each man can make their difference in life
If someone would even try, for
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 foreward the line, let bourgeois culture burn itself
Alive

Our frustrations
Give it to them
Together as one... What we have is more then it takes to prosecute the enemy
In time
The pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we're fed
Throughout our lives
What chance to fight together?
What chance to tear this world apart?

Power's drived 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 spirits
Life
And blood
And as sure as the sun will bury the night, we will feed our appetite
Humanity's 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 forever heard... Vae victis!


26. PANOPTICON

The culmination of decades inside the machine, where production processes continually reinvent a fabricated reality. Inviting creative destruction for monetary gain. The need for material acquisition and financial pride superceding, reconstructing, bulldozing human interests, no more love, its life on their terms. Their gears will grind our aspirations to dust, this prophecy shall be decreed... One million eyes, Stare back empty through the bars of this Prison... Without walls. The Iron Heel will flatten the existence of man as he is trampled under the foot of modernity, the push-the pull, the cockroach crushed. Brick by brick, progress engulfs imagination, creativity, spirit, these are dead things. The consequence of a passive population is the eradication of hope. And the eradication of hope is the greatest crime against humanity.


27. SCREAMING AT A WALL (MINOR THREAT COVER)

I'm gonna knock it down
Any way that I can
I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna yell
I don't want to have to use my hands

It's like screaming at a wall
Someday it's gonna fall

You built up that wall around you
And now you can't see out
And now you can't hear my words
No matter how loud I shout

It's like screaming at a wall
Someday it's gonna fall

You're safe inside and you know it
'Cause I can't get to you
And you know I resent it
And my temper grows

You better reinforce those walls
Until you don't have no room to stand
'Cause someday the bricks are gonna fall
Someday I'm gonna use my hands


28. ALIVE? (LIVE)

Working, these bodies unconscious, all slaving for a lifetime with nothing to show.
Hours injected, with years invested, for these martyrs with a dying wage-death wage. Alive-yet lifeless.
Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, alive.
Yet lifeless! Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, born-dead new world slaves.
Dying for notions of progress, a manufactured caste of actors displayed demands rejected, the bosses connected, in this inbred power play, death play.


29. MY UNTOLD APOCALYPSE (LIVE)

Out of the past, fall the bodies that have come before me, following your path their just slaves in need of life. No ending in sight, the rape of another lover, satisfies the thirst until you find another high. Branded and exiled, the silence as you dive headfirst into this wasteland, this coffin, so warm and waiting. Boxed up, and nailed down, you suffocate on words unspoken. Shut down, and choked up, your mind so brilliant. And so broken. Demand your life... And I'll fucking take it back! Arms stretched, your clutching handfuls of air as you go falling back to your abyss, you'll never drag me down there with you.
Foucault is laughing, this tragedy that you created so young, yet rotting, your beauty burned, your body wasted. Hours too late, as the sands tick away upon us, guts half strewn across the floor of my life. No project of fate, all bonds cut and abolished carry your disease like the other parasites.


30. MANUFACTURING GREED (LIVE)

Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes, wide awake and dead, we consumate the bond, stomach tied in knots, driving class relations, engines working hard, this mechanism breeds contradictions, bury expectations, nothing's going to last, the tide is turning back. Revocation. They can't control us, there's nothing left, our thirst for vengeance, your dying breath, it's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields, we're not forgotten, reject this greed machine. Hope is for the hopeless, dreaming for a life, as opiates replace human passion advertise our weakness, colonize our space, feed the appetite as force fed gluttons, it's life in dead time, it's self-decay, their so called heaven, now rots away, its a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields, we're not forgotten, reject this greed machine. With golden eyes our gods will lead us, as labor slaves we work away, drunk and baited, packaged, processed, this market orgy fucks for pay. Cutting through the lies that bind us, fist fucking the status quo, we loot and burn their paradise burn. Their planet's just a whorehouse, based on greed and avarice, demand your life and take it back, their world is dead and drunk on piss. Your a slave if your collar's white, a slave if your collar's blue, chains locked around your neck, you'll work too hard. You'll work to death. Tides of human flotsam floating, tired and alone. The ones who want to fight are the ones who have no hope, bury all your trust just like you buried all your dreams, the ends that justify their rule will justify our means.