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Into The Desolation
06:39
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Into the desolation
And saturated malformed remains
A raw and burgeoning mephitis
Vilifies the searing flames
The corruption of biotic sentience
Eradicated yet they still inhale
Conceived with childish valour
They swarm and manage to exhale
As I dig the alcoves venerating the machinations
Indentured with fear and hate and the flesh wrought in this mis-creation
Through the rubble the swirling dust , the chance to slay with unrestrained savagery
A copper stench of disgorged blood distended remains twisted with brutality
The pall in the ashen skies
Where a beacon of mortality glows
Day and night merges to one
Radiating the hate that’s exposed
I lament your revered finesse that has been seduced while your stature is despoiled
The posturing and brazen deceit the intake of air and contrived recoil
Scarred artistry appeases the loathing you celebrate the sadist pretension
Vehement in false piety your odyssey betrays your ascension
Your failing paradox allows you to drown in your own conspiracy
The bitter shrouds of conjecture a phenomena placed before your own devotees
Genetic fruition intent upon a faltered culmination
Within this sanctum of retrospect I will impede the extermination
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Lament is my rejected concept
To serve my people the lie that I live
A floral crown bestowed by my peasants
I steal support from the world with will
A broken land that I vow will prevail
Till the end of the world I swear
Accompanied by justice and freedom
To bring peace to all my people
This nation this motherland
With distorted policies on human rights
Malignant systems of equality
My prejudice and silence depicts untruths
I am complicit in their murders
I enabled their genocide
I will erase their identity
I will retain the ethnically pure
She is the child of the mother of our nation
The promised one who would set us free
The selections the torture and butchered children
Is the truth of her democracy
Without due process you execute us
Bodies burnt in houses and left to decay
Within plain sight of the persecuted fourth estate
Gagged and bound voices begin to fade
With tenacity I deny your charge
I am vilified by my own conscience
Your prejudice when you use that name
We are the innocents they displaced themselves
The countenance of your eyes the denials you construct
The façade of deceit and the allies you betray
Your narrative is your created truth
You judge from afar and now cut me off?
A stature now rejected an instrument discarded
The part you play concluded fall upon your own blade
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3. |
The Machine Stops
10:46
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Questions long answered, with a consecrated just
Repetition of queries, as the evidence is discussed
Our is history now distant, the emotions are detached
Buried by our species, while new philosophies will hatch
Served by our creation, that now provides our bequest
Doctrine and denomination, lay our prying concepts to rest
We observe one another, through depictions of light
Our instincts of survival, eliminated by sleight
Son don’t break me
This path is bound to fail
Welfare is there for us
This plot will not prevail
Mother, I have tasted air
Not the stagnant imitation that befouls your cell, your lair
My freedoms that were curtailed I have found them renewed
If my life is of worth I am prepared to be removed
My heart shuns your stance
I will reject you child
Our connection will conclude
When you select exile
You worship, this damned machine
You survive within its bowels at its whim you lie demeaned
Your flesh grows pallid and your spirit fades
It is existence not life being endured within that shade
The Umbilical is sliced
I’m removed from her and it
I climb towards the light
I feel real air touch my skin
The transgression finalised
The levelling of that faith
An enforced reclamation of life
The machine it stops it fails
Out of the darkness, his voice it returns
His message blasphemous, his claim it is absurd
The silencing of music, the stillness and the fear
In our final moments we are close and we are near
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4. |
This Is Not A War
04:22
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I can dress myself with no arms
With no eyes I can still see
I can walk with no legs
While you build cluster bombs in a factory
They pay you to keep your family
They pay you to kill my family
They pay to to keep your family
They pay you it kills mine
You fly an F-16 high in the air
She’s with her family down on the ground
Your clear blue sky and a view for miles
While they exist in a squalor besieged town
They pay you to keep your family
They pay you to kill my family
They pay to to keep your family
They pay you it kills mine
I guess this time you’re out of luck
With that bomb and gthat missle you’re hard as fuck
Your targeting systems locked and red
Eleven year old girl lying cooked and dead
They pay you to keep your family
They pay you to kill my family
They pay to to keep your family
They pay you it kills mine
This is not a war
It’s a massacre in different clothes
It’s a slaughter you justify
Why respect the sanctity of life
An attempt a genocide
Shambolic reasons they’re all lies
Stir the money pot profit from death
You are scum dragged from the depths
This is not a war
It’s misery that you have whored
It’s persecution pointed and honed
Bulging books and accounts condoned
Let us pile them high
They’re just kids let them die
They’re future terrorists
We’ll smash with our fucking fists
I can dress myself with no arms
With no eyes I can still see
I can walk with no legs
While you build cluster bombs in a factory
They pay you to keep your family
They pay you to kill my family
They pay to to keep your family
They pay you it kills mine
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Cleanse the Temple
07:07
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You’re no more than a normal human being, born to the world precisely like Christ
You eat, you shit, you fuck like us, but your intimacy comes at a price
The eyes have revulsion I’ve seen them myself, they can’t unnerve me I’m lacking in soul
Two hours a day beside stories for children, your mouth it moves just like an arsehole
Horror, in place of your message
Hate, you disguise as care
Prosperity, the gospel preaching
Perdition, negated by prayer
Horror, in place of your message
Hate, you disguise as care
Prosperity, the gospel preaching
Perdition, negated by prayer
The seed is planted consecrated deceit grows
Your den of thievery carries a cost that you impose
Cleanse the temple before they sacrifice the dove
A gilded staircase for you alone to climb above
Distorting scriptures into brand new fiction, your healing hands touch those chosen for you
Anointed by God to profit from his words, on this, your day you cure the queue
You piss like us but you’re a level higher despite the collar your suits seem to lack
You’ve atoned for your sins and all of the greed you’ve cured yourself to avoid the flack
A life of opulence and obvious hair dye, defiant and righteous you lead the way
Halting pandemics and protecting with prayer the people of Earth, unless they’re gay
The kingdom you built is impervious to audits, here the trumpets of Jericho would fail
Your charisma has provided shelter but even that can’t hold back the hail
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Concealed Agenda
03:24
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I stand beside you we have a laugh about life
You tell me you can’t understand how a man can beat his wife
We banter about football on the Tyne and the Wear
We agree how paedophiles should spend their lives in fear
You scum
You cunt
You scum
You cunt
Sharing stories about how our children how they learned to crawl
How we hate that child soldiers are beaten and mauled
We debate about nukes and unions with vigour
But still you tell me you hate Jews and Muslims and….
You scum
You cunt
You scum
You cunt
You scum
You cunt
You scum
You cunt
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The Saviour
03:57
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Naivety is prevalent with this surety for future generations we have
The answer to our self inflicted lacerations of environmental abuse
We dress our wounds with poison that sits we are dormant and are told it’s our
Saviour the way out the answer that is clean that the energy it will produce
What price we pay
In capital or substance
Lessons are there for all to see but the bullshit continues to
Stream from their mouths with the certainty that your life is safe in their hands
Chernobyl, the island across three miles they remain a totem to
The folly of radioactive energy you don’t figure in their plans
What price we pay
In capital or substance
What price we pay
In capital or substance
The question of risk
No longer exists
The signs they are there
They will not be appeased
When the failure occurs
When we are left without aid
Our sacrifice
Will mean nothing to them
What price we pay
In capital or substance
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Resident
03:30
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Your hate is mirrored by your enemy
Your scant disregard of life reflects theirs
With your tools made of human flesh and blood
You return the remains to their home coveted with prayers
Pawns in your game of chess
Cards held against your chest
Roll the dice make the deal
The game of life spin the wheel
With devotion these children offer their lives
You ignore your duty of care once they’re released
Pawns in your game of chess
Cards held against your chest
Roll the dice make the deal
This game of life spin the wheel
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9. |
Fermi Paradox
04:03
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In conversation with the father of the bomb
The man who developed instant genocide
Ambiguous probability and scale behind the logic
That the cosmos was as silent as some surmised
Who gave you the authority to choose?
With reckless messages sent afar
Who gave you the right to determine our fate?
Or to tempt extinction from the stars
Our self educated need to destroy ourselves
A facet of existence that we could not charm
If we are not alone then perhaps we’ve been ignored
Due to our constant hunger to bear arms
Who gave you the authority to choose?
With reckless messages sent afar
Who gave you the right to determine our fate?
Or to tempt extinction from the stars
Who give you the authority to choose?
What image of our species is sent afar
Why give you the right to determine our fate?
Our extinction won’t come from the stars
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BEASTS OF WAR
ON THE TABLE NOT THE FLOOR
THEY'RE THE GAMING HARDCORE
THE BEASTS OF WAR
BEASTS OF WAR
EATING MEAT NOT QUORN
MAKING TABLETOP PORN
THE BEASTS OF WAR
BEASTS OF WAR
WARREN GOES ROAR
I'M JOINING ROMAIN'S CORPS
THE BEASTS OF WAR
BEASTS OF WAR
HAVE FANTASTIC DECOR
DECORATIONS I ADORE
THE BEASTS OF WAR
BEASTS OF WAR
GAMING GORE GALORE
COOKING WILD BOAR
THE BEASTS OF WAR
BEASTS OF WAR
WHEN SLEEPING THEY SNORE
WHILE KNOWING THE SCORE
THE BEASTS OF WAR
BEASTS OF WAR
'ON THE TABLE' NOT THE FLOOR
THEY ARE THE GAMING HARDCORE
THE BEASTS OF WAR
BEASTS OF WAR
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The Machine Stops Sunderland, UK
Write, perform, record and produce a Thrash Metal inspired album in your kitchen? On your own? With no
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And produce a podcast to run alongside, it going through the process, and interviewing a few people about it all?
I gave it a shot, and it turned ut like this.
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