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Stigmartyr
04:42
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Come with me someone must fall
It's easy to see I could have made it all
Locked up here someone must pay
Dogmatic abuse high above us all
It hurts to see someone like me
Bleeding hands and feet head still held up high
Hammer and nails
Stigmartyr
Head of a storm
Stigmartyr
Whispers in wind something comes
Cities of light are suddenly dark
While I stand here something is said
Word of mouth murmur to a scream
I can’t stop something will break
Citizens are on the rise it’s another red dawn
Prophets of rage
Stigmartyr
Hail of stones
Stigmartyr
The pressure is high something is oh so wrong
Calamity necessary
are you a man who will say no
I stay calm somewhere in the eye
Fed up with lies
deconstruct to rebuild
I’m a sinner not a saint someone said
You made us that way
time to strike back
Fists and pain
Stigmartyr
Head of a storm
Stigmartyr
Prophets of rage
Stigmartyr
Head of a storm
Stigmartyr
Hammer and nails
Stigmartyr
Head of a storm
Stigmartyr
Step forward
Stigmartyr
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Undevine
04:23
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Silence a frightened shyness it’s genocide
Freedom the grand illusion it’s slavery
Be the pauper be the fool grow fat and stupid
A brave new world no excitation it’s sedation
Something’s got to give something’s got to burn Someone’s got to fall someone has got to bite back
I know And you know we all know
you deified your passive vacancies
Spectator or the crucified
Wake up it’s time to resist it all
break the status quo
Reformation just plastic surgery it is betrayal
Chaotic the needed platform good heresy
Be the junkie be the brute grow dumb and numb
A global cry no dull consumption emancipation
Something’s got to change something’s got to fall Someone’s got to burn someone has got to fight back
I know And you know we all know
you deified your passive vacancies
Spectator or the crucified
Wake up it’s time to resist it all
Defiant a key to freedom tune in drop out
Deviation for the hell of it
Be the hero be the cruel grow wise and strong
Kick the habit the zombiefication
Something’s happening something’s breaking thru Someone’s beckoning no one’s leading you
I know And you know we all know
you deified your passive vacancies
Spectator or the crucified
Wake up it’s time to resist it all
you deified your passive vacancies
Spectator or the crucified
Wake up it’s time to resist it all
Break the status quo
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3. |
Delusion
04:42
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Machine like life mental grazer
Intersect the insect species
Simulacra shock the construct
Media whore the simulation
Speaking lies that multiply
Rotten to the core
No cure no absolution
Ass as in nation no habla bloody bla
This illusion disillusion
The solution fire purifies
Content smiles a
Sign of breeding
Idiots the target practice
Lewd and complacent
Kill the elephant
This illusion disillusion
The solution fire purifies
Patriotic idiotic
Mental bore the masturbation
Sodomy the liberation
This illusion disillusion
The solution fire purifies
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Crash
04:12
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International socialites
Driven by the fear to fall
The masses seek
Clarity chaotic singularity
In this we
We find a me
Insignificant this human be-in
Expendable this human cattle
Reconsider this human capital
Globalize with western eyes
Globalize means westernize
Global lice are western lies
Welcome to the crash
Welcome to the clash
Welcome to the CRASH!
All destruction is distraction
Inhale the smoke enjoy
A piece of pipeline
A peacepipe lie
Occident no Accident this raping of the Orient
Justice is a fucking fool
Blindfolded bound used as a tool
Doesn't even Count
Globalize with western eyes
Globalize means westernize
Global lice are western lies
Welcome to the crash
Welcome to the clash
Welcome to the CRASH!
Supernational civilized
Holy and so purified
Intronational supersized
Decadent and putrified
Globalize with western eyes
Globalize means westernize
Global lice are western lies
Welcome to the crash
Welcome to the clash
Welcome to the CRASH!
Energize and analize
Addiction drives the diesel price
Negate the lies
Throw the dice
Welcome to the crash
Welcome to the clash
Welcome to the CRASH!
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5. |
Slit Itch
03:20
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I feel an urge to be something
But I’m lost beneath the waves
All natural emotions drown
As it all comes crashing down
Thinking for a minute there
That I could be in control
But it’s all illusions now
And I’m bound for the fall
Wait in line for suicide
Every beat of the heart
And every breath that you take
Could well be your last
So let’s celebrate
Post natal abortion
Now it is the only way
The virus must be stopped somehow
Now slit that fucking vein
Wait in line for suicide
Every day is the same
Pale and grey
Sisyphean life
Well is that what we crave
Wait in line for suicide
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6. |
Jonestown Kool Aid
03:46
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Saying faith is all there is to want
Wishing for something after death
Why then would you say
Pay now for justice afterlife
You claw all greedily yes pretending
You nibble on the fat of Christ
You gnaw the marrow from his bones
You drink him dry
You lick him clean
All in his name
Have some Jonestown kool aid
Blaming me say freak is what he is
For just thinking for myself
How then can you say
That everything was made for you
Earth as in heaven
I am to blame
Thinking life is something to lament
Corporeal sin is for the weak
How come then we live to feel
With senses after all
Flesh then after all
Is enjoyable
You nibble on the fat of Christ
You gnaw the marrow from his bones
You drink him dry
You lick him clean
All in his name
Have some Jonestown kool aid
Praying for lost souls
To pay your way
Naïve people in need
You strip them bare
To dress in clothes as emperor
What then would you expect
Yes we rebel
You nibble on the fat of Christ
You gnaw the marrow from his bones
You drink him dry
You lick him clean
All in his name
Have some Jonestown kool aid
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Glorious
03:16
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Crashed beside the slut I tore myself open
Disembowel the lamb slash the wrist and feed me liver
Sitting in the dark fighting ghosts with my fists
Shiver on a lovely day how come I fear betrayal
That which doesn’t destroy doesn’t exist doesn’t destroy
That which doesn’t exist doesn’t destroy doesn’t exist
Rip off the wings of angels and spit in the eye of god
A putrid confession from a rotten soul spoiled rotten
Spill the spleen and drink from your cup
Burn a witch and piss on the icons
That which doesn’t destroy doesn’t exist doesn’t destroy
That which doesn’t exist doesn’t destroy doesn’t exist
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8. |
Therfore I Am
04:45
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Deicide the beginning for a new way
The fettered mind can’t bring it to it’s knees
Release the empty words
A clerical error simulate the sun
Sunshine for the blind
Burned out some eyes this web of deceit
Greedily awaiting simulation life
Profit for the fat nothing for the meek
A complex cage
From a simple base
Assassinate the feeble mind
Set free the will go for the kill
Deviate be a new kind
Break the curse
"the normal is perverse"
Out in the fringes looking for a bite
Bound and gagged provision paves the way
Cleanse the idea no perpetuation
"worship the glitch"
Live it in reverse
Speculation the smallest step
Rip it all out weep for the truth
It needs some new blood don’t let it drain you
Righteous rebels
Lost in the soma
Assassinate the feeble mind
Set free the will go for the kill
Deviate be a new kind
Break the curse
"the normal is perverse"
Creeping up backwards saviour spectre
Spit it out some the foul bile and puss
Get in the way be a nuisance
Alienation the new notion
It is said god is dead
But there’s no new morality
Revaluate just be above it all
Same old structure as if it were alive
Be dissolved be reborn
Assassinate the feeble mind
Set free the will go for the kill
Deviate be a new kind
Break the curse
"the normal is perverse"
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9. |
Feed Your Head
04:50
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10. |
Branded
05:20
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Branded
I stand on the barricade
raise my fist and see your face
your long fat fingers grab my throat just to choke me
I hold my head up so high
you tried to fill it with lies
but I saw through your money-grubbing fat big belly
Here it is my blood is red
as is the world I protect and
you better not touch my brothers and sisters
We stand together again
stronger than ever but then
it’s needed more now then ever before
Oh yeah It’s international
Oh yeah resistance is the call
We think for ourselves again
We act on our own accord
We will not stop until you lie there bloody bleeding
Confrontation is the key
to liberation it’s hard
to see a slave when all you hear is that you’re free
Freedom now is consumption
freedom of choice has become
the option between brand x or brand y
Free market values are thus
to steal the produce from us
pushing products with the idea that we need them
Oh yeah It’s international
Oh yeah resistance is the call
We think for ourselves again
We act on our own accord
We will not stop until you lie there bloody bleeding
Who do they serve after all
our representative caste
It’s not so hard to see that it is egoism
They claim that it’s for the best
that we’re impoverished at best
Subsistence sustenance for body and soul
Oh yeah It’s international
Oh yeah resistance is the call
We think for ourselves again
We act on our own accord
We will not stop until you lie there bloody bleeding
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Guilt Trip Stockholm, Sweden
Guilt Trip was born out of the ashes of electronic maurauder Chirurgie Esthetique, stalwarts of Sweden’s industrial scene who were active throughout the nineties. Fuelled by dissent and incisive observations of mankind’s less enticing traits, Guilt Trip have little time for posturing and prefer to go straight for the listener’s jugular. ... more
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