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Side A
02:51
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*creation despoiled*
well were headed for the brink again
a steady march to the end
as certain as the passing of time
a spurned chance to make amens
treasure grasped till the bitter end
resolute in our rapid decline
production expanding
inequality everlasting
the appetite of beasts
seeking increase
empire strikes in foreign lands
a motley gang at its command
carnage is but a trivial concern
earth and bone cannot withstand
their imperative to expand
most of us lament and watch it burn
cheap labour and oil
creation despoiled
the appetite of beasts
seeking increase
but when will it cease?
*the flood*
for millennia we’ve roamed the earth in harmonic motion
completely in awe of the mountains and the oceans
but those with reason and hubris have extracted and stolen
ceaselessly ravaging until their command was broken
armageddon wrought upon this whole place by men
the planet shakes them off so that she can breathe again
death and devastation by massive storms and floods
every species and every prophet screaming out for human blood
she knows no mercy, she don’t give a fuck
we all pay the price for megalomaniacs run amok
the final cataclysm caused by men and their labour
will be in the end executed by the force of nature
when the oceans rise and the heavens fall
all your wealth and position will be buried in the squall
*Taillights*
i stare into a vacant lot
no one left in the house where my friend used to live
you tried too hard to fix your head
you ripped yourself apart instead
come back from the dead
i’m calling you
soon youll have no one left to hold on to
your eyes are empty like a grey city sky
opaque fog closes in all i see is taillights
i see you slippin down come back around
a dying scream but i hear no sound
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Side B
03:01
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*blood*
we drain the blood from our mother
we slit her wrists
black drips from fractured lips
wont stop gotta find a way to stop it
we gotta take it all back
i want to swim in a lake for fuck sakes
i want to breathe the goddamn air
give it back to her
*whale*
stolen from his home
social being kept all alone
for this he seeks revenge
hell drag you down
and leave you without limbs
*capital threat*
lockdown baby stay in your homes
cites on alert like they killed one of our own
a soldier shot down or a few dead cops?
you put that uniform on your innocence is lost
im not a target they wont come to my door
never waved the flag when you went to war
freedom is the motive and war is the art
we all knew we werent safe from the start
you call them muslim extremists or clinically insane
but the myth is getting harder and harder to sustain
fear is all around us - but its nothing new
we aint afraid of them but were afraid of you
im not a target they wont come to my door
never waved the flag when you went to war
i never harassed, beat down, or murdered their friends
so fuck this country it aint mine to defend
freedom is the motive war is the art
youve got a flag up your ass and oil pumps through your heart
as you flex your muscles it all comes apart
it becomes clear to see that we weren’t safe from the start
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