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Arms Race
02:51
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Behind a human shield
You've taken up your arms
An assault without yield
You've colonized my heart
Bury your intentions
And struggle to hold back
Prep for retaliation
My counterattack
You have no power over me
I've been juxtaposing
All of your prose and your misdeeds
You have no power over me
It's been an arms race
Remaining an arms length out from me
Fortified and reinforced
She's ramparting her heart
And now my hands been forced
To tear it all apart
With a preemptive strike
She had the upper hand
When I unleash upon her
She will be surrendering to me
You have no power over me
She's speaking with airs
But her eyes betray her once again
You have no power over me
I've been juxtaposing
All of your prose and your misdeeds
Please don't stop fucking with my head
You have no power over me
I'll have you begging for mercy
On your knees at my feet
You have no power over me
Prep the white flags and treaties
Because you will be surrendering to me
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2. |
Millennials
02:59
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Everyone I know wants to die
Guess you could say we're doing fine
We got memes to make us human
But we still really want to die
Drudging through inhuman sorrow
hiding an entire world to gain
Should revolution come tomorrow
we'll lose nothing but our chains
and die another day
We're serving salt with degrees
and politicized identities
Each share in connected lives
But we still really want to die
Drudging through inhuman sorrow
hiding an entire world to gain
Should revolution come tomorrow
we'll lose nothing but our chains
and die another day
Drudging through inhuman sorrow
hiding an entire world to gain
Should revolution come tomorrow
You'll be strangled by our chains
Drudging through inhuman sorrow
hiding an entire world to gain
Should revolution come tomorrow
we'll lose nothing but our chains
and die another day
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3. |
Red Terror
07:00
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Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run to
It's all been reduced to this
Longer leashes from the lapdogs
Lapping up their master's spit
There's a piggy in the corner
Stainin' up his nice brown shirt
Feastin' on some unarmed corpses
Waiting for his just desserts
Nothing can stop us
Hang loose, our noose will soon be ready for you
Nothing can stop us
You can't escape the consequences
There is no compromise
You will plead to these offenses
You will answer to your crimes
You stoked the flames of revolution
Overworked and brutalized
Now we'll see through retribution
If fat cats have nine lives
Nothing can stop us
Hang loose, our noose will soon be ready for you
Nothing can stop us
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4. |
American Kill Vehicle
04:52
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Till the dead soil
and watch the green grow
Reap the said spoils
of the poppy fields below
Let's play man and kill god upon god
upon god upon god upon god upon god upon...
We must keep moving forward
We must keep moving forward
The machine doesn't function in neutral
Watch the progress of the two sun sets
We must keep moving forward
Check your receipts
For another Buick SCUD
The machine doesn't function in neutral
The machine doesn't function in neutral
The machine doesn't function in neutral
Our Sunday best is in vestments of shrapnel
Watch it clean through an ocean of petrol
Devour temples and erect our chapel
The machine doesn't function in neutral
We should burn the bodies so McDonald's has a lot
Where it can sell its crack to the sand people
The machine doesn't function in neutral
Our Sunday best is investments of shrapnel
Watch it clean through an ocean of petrol
The machine doesn't function in neutral
And if I can smell fear
They aren't dead enough
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5. |
Sleeping Beauty
04:46
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Frostbit by the thermidor
Icepick on the study floor
It's like we're really separated now
By a river of blood
Where they found her fast asleep
Red sun gleaming
Dreaming for freedom with a bullet in her brain
Now, what is to be done?
Rest in power, sleeping beauty
I know we're gonna paint the whole world red
Surrounded by comrades and friends
We're gonna come meet you
At the next epoch of history
All the walls are closing in again
In service of antagonizing and dividing all our lives
Into false distinctions
Black and white, we're hitched unto the bridle
While the idle brutalize us, Karoshi us til we die
Now, what is to be done?
Rest in power, sleeping beauty
I know we're gonna paint the whole world red
Surrounded by comrades and friends
We're gonna come meet you
At the next epoch of history
Now what is to be done?
Rest in power, sleeping beauty
I know we're gonna paint the whole world red
Surrounded by comrades and friends
We're gonna come meet you
At the next epoch of history
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Kautsky, as the representative of the so-called ‘Marxist Centre’
or in political terms, the theoretician of the swamp
Has for years degraded the theory, in fact,
into the maiden of the bureaucrats,
And thus contributes all to the collapse of the international.
Already armed now with excuses for the breakdown
Dear Kautsky, our leader of the swamp.
According to this theory, Social Democracy is an instrument for peace but not a means of fighting war.
Or, as Kautsky’s faithful pupils in the Austrian ‘struggle’,
sighing profusely at the present aberration of German Social Democracy, decree:
the only policy befitting socialism during the war is ‘silence’;
only when the bells of peace peal out can socialism again begin to function.
This theory, a voluntary assumed eunuch role,
says that socialism’s virtue can be upheld only if, at the crucial moments,
it is eliminated as a factor in world history, suffer from the basic mere mistake of all accounts of political impotence:
it overlooks the most vital factor.
Faced with the alternative of coming out for or against the war,
Social Democracy, from the moment it abandoned its position,
has been forced by the iron compulsion of history
to throw its full weight behind the war.
The same Kautsky who in the memorable meeting
of the parliamentary party of August Three
pleaded for its consent to the war credits
The same ‘Austro-Marxists’ (as they call themselves)
They now see as self-evident
the Social-Democratic parliamentary party’s consent
to the war credits –
Even they now occasionally shed a few tears
at the nationalistic excesses of the Social-Democratic party organs
and at their inadequate theoretical training,
particularly in the razor-thin separation of the concept of ‘nationality’
and of other ‘concepts’ allegedly guilty of those aberrations.
But events have their own logic, even when human beings do not.
Once Social Democracy’s parliamentary representative had decided in favour of supporting the war
Everything else followed automatically with the inevitability of historical destiny.
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7. |
She Lives in a Breezeway
04:19
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She's built her guard up
A wall without scale
I tried to burrow under
And dug myself a jail
Every misstep and calculation
It doesn't matter anymore
There is no miscommunication
I know we're something more
Because I still taste you on my lips
I still taste you on my lips
I still taste you on my lips
I still taste you on my lips
Don't let her catch you catching feelings
She'll cast you like a stone
Impartial self-inflicted healing
Happy to be alone
Every misstep and calculation
It doesn't matter anymore
There is no miscommunication
I know we're something more
Because I still taste you on my lips
I still taste you on my lips
I still taste you on my lips
I still taste you on my lips
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8. |
Labor Power
04:29
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Feeling Alienation
Appendage of the machine
Rendering no compensation
For the blood you suck from me
Not a matter of avarice
Bed riddled with parasites
Incapable of satiating
Your bestial appetite
Labor Power
MASS STRIKE!
Labor Power
MASS STRIKE!
Pig hoof in a jackboot
Living his blue life
This piggy protected the market
And went home to his wife
Protecting assets
Serving austerity
While the blood of the workers
Oils up the machinery
Labor Power
MASS STRIKE!
Labor Power
MASS STRIKE!
It starts at the bit of the bridle
It stops at the bit of the bridle
It starts at the bit of the bridle
It starts at the bit of the bridle
It starts at the bit of the bridle
The revolution starts at the bit of the bridle
It stops at the bit of the bridle
The revolution starts at the bit of the bridle
Labor Power
MASS STRIKE!
Labor Power
MASS STRIKE!
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people come people go
it's not if i don't know
just wish i'd known some other time
fretting from to and fro
there's always some place to go
if time could slow down for a while
if i could be so bold
i would escape myself
and if i could start it over
i would erase myself
and if i just let you go
i couldn't face myself
and if i could live forever
i would just waste myself
i gave my heart to a reactionary girl and it's broken
afraid she'll rot in the great gulag in the sky
you crossed my heart
now hope to die
i play this one all the time
and it was worth it all the while
though we part
i hope to find
one day when the time is right
you and i in the great gulag in the sky
if i could be so bold
i would escape myself
and if i could start it over
i would erase myself
and if i just let you go
i couldn't face myself
and if i could live forever
i would just waste myself
i gave my heart to a reactionary girl and it's broken
afraid she'll rot in the great gulag in the sky
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A cliché conversation.
Said, "Life is but a Dream".
It's not inconsequential or as harmless as it seems.
Call it transcendental, call it what you will.
The prison of idealism inside a world as real.
Standing on your head again
Trying to reach some thing in itself
Translating our ignorance hiding in Greek: "agnosticism"
Counting Neo-Kantians
Finding out what amount is right to screw in the idea of light
Even though it's true you view in sensory illusions
Know that they're induced in minds produced by truth
A struggle carried open
Outside and in the streets
Unending in focus
The rape of history
So hide your comfort women
war crimes and genocide
Hide all that you've made happen
with future crimes in mind
Temporal Dictator
"I think therefore I am"
A platitude to hold onto
But not to understand
Standing on your head again
Trying to reach some thing in itself
Translating our ignorance hiding in Greek: "agnosticism"
Counting Neo-Kantians
Finding out what amount is right to screw in the idea of light
Even though it's true you view in sensory illusions
Know that they're induced in minds produced by truth
It was a matter of course way before the start
There isn't time to lead your horse before Descartes
Inner sanctum; septic tank
A treachery of images
A simulacrum synthesis
A genuine designer fake
Chicken-egg idealists twist Democritus and consciousness
No need for such hypothesis
I kick the stone; refute it thus
Underneath the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me, there lie they and here lie we
I am the face below icepick and paint
I define and disobey damnatio memoriae
I AM TRUTH
I AM THE MARCH OF HISTORY
I am the boot stomp in the face of man for all eternity
And you die when I say you die
You live on inside of me
In the ash heap of history
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11. |
Moribound
01:10
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Luke Tsarkiller Detroit, Michigan
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