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Kill On Command
03:24
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When the sun finally swallows the earth
It won't care to spare our masters' foot soldiers
No honor, redemption, rebirth
Only forgotten wars, their memories scorched
Now who's left to carry your fucking torch?
Gimme picturesque shrines of romance
Their policies penned with blood on their hands
From butchering people and land
Gimme grotesque shrines to false prophets
With their cavalries and riot police
Built to kill on command
Sell it to me as social progress
When you build up your walls and fences
The beauty of thwarted trespasses
But lord, forgive us of our trespasses
For liberation of the savage
For this never ending conquest
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Servile
02:55
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Suffering beyond words
Pain under the crushing weight
People die running for their lives
In an endless losing race
Opportunity calls, lays common sense to waste
While people die fighting for their lives
In efforts to curb the shame
Existence, servile
Resistance, futile
It's all fuckin shit wall to wall
A hideous, cold fucking world
So what good's this "order"?
What choice are we left?
Predictable swell of predictable swill
On this continuum of avarice
The weight we carry fills their pockets
And pulls us under...
Under the strain of their grip, their control
They'll do what they can just to cripple your soul
In the end you find there's no end
Just streams of despair and disappointment
Let's cast our ballots and wail
When capital prevails
In the interest of those putting wind in our sails
The battle's been won
For them, never us
We're all left in the dust
And the solace you took in their pretensions
was enough to keep you moving
SO WHATEVER, KEEPS YOU MOVING
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All I hear when I wake up
The morphine drip of a peaceful hum
Rings in my ears like the siren song
Of a failed state
With values professed
Provided to us through myth
By our masters of limitless power and prowess
Never coming to terms with their impotence
In face of a crisis who could've seen this?
Values wasted on sleek entertainment
Cruelty marks the zenith of all meaning and communication
So let's celebrate it
You won't see me lower the flag
When our day finally comes
I'll burn it to bits for its embers
To keep me warm
I'm done bargaining for what's mine
Fooled to prove my worth and right to survive
I pray for the day we can all agree
To stop hoping and start burning
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Brandish Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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