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Intro
00:38
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Toward the end of the 21st century, the human race has been reduced to fragmented tribes desperately clinging to the last remnants of civilization. Living on defiance of the will of Gaia, the terminal dregs of humanity unite to reverse-engineer crashed alien spacecraft and escape the final knell of extinction. The roiling fury of our spurned homeworld recedes in the distance as humankind is forced out into the galaxy. A new era stretches out before us. The black hole beckons.
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Space Shit
01:45
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Thought process unravels
Consciousness increase
Pilgrimatic panacea
Decamp humanity
Time collapsing, time collapsing, forget the life you knew
Your world is metal, vacuum-sealed, your family is the crew
Or is it something different?
This life unhinged by stars?
A creeping paranoia as the shuttle passes Mars
You sense Cthonic taint to the space you have entered
A silence creeps into the crew, how meaningless our words
The Earth is gone
Just a fading memory
This space is wrong
Eldritch geometry
Our cerebellums pulse and groan
We hear the black hole call us home
Extract momentum from the future
Our bodies become astral sutures
One mind to kill the Christian god
One spine, galactic lightning rod
One heart, embrace the cosmic verse
One eye observes the universe
All hail Yog-Sothoth, he is the Key and the Gate!
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Smokin’ dust blunts and listenin’ to Alex Jones
The NSA’s got chips inside your cell phones
They’re brainwave scanners and you never knew you brought ’em home
Record your thoughts as you black out to the dial tone
Chemtrails and MKULTRA, Illuminati did nine-one-one
The president’s half Kenyan—half Muslim, half reptilian
Mainlinin’ crystal now tell me if I lost the plot
There’s false flag operators all up in the black bloc
Oh yeah we see it
See it for what it is
Don’t call me paranoid
You just can’t handle it
I’m blowing shards
I’m never gonna quit
If Rome is burning
Then I’m gonna watch it high as shit
Got 1500 hollow points for any UN troops
Who wanna tread on me in their commie-fascist boots
Pass the pliers if you really wanna hear the truth
Now just hold still while I extract that locator tooth
They’re on their way and they’re coming through unguarded borders
I hear the footsteps of the approaching New World Order
They’re on my property, but they’ll receive no quarter
…it was the mail, my wife renewed the restraining order
Oh yeah we see it
See it for what it is
Don’t call me paranoid
You just can’t handle it
I’m blowing shards
I’m never gonna quit
If Rome is burning
Then I’m gonna watch it high as shit
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4. |
Glasses In The Pit
01:52
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Glasses!
In the pit!
Don’t need no fitted hat
Don’t need no patched up pants
Don’t need no 40 ounce
Because I came to dance
Don’t need no attitude
’cause I just came to play
You keep your PBRs
I shotgun Dr. K
I used to get beat up
They liked to push me down
Now, what’s up football team?
I weigh 300 pounds
I wanna be your friend
You’d rather clean my clock
It’s just like high school
But this time I’m stompin’ jocks
Glasses!
In the pit!
7/7 trample
I’m the lord of this pit
8/8 trample
force of nature up on top of it
9/9 trample
get my colossus on
10/10 trample
Here comes leviathan
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Auto-da-Fé
02:22
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New world crusades are open for business
A proud returning cultural function
Like a litter of kittens being stuffed into a burlap sack
With such force that their little bones break
It’s what they steal your money for in taxes
It’s what they steal your money for in federal taxes
The Empire never died
But Sibyls haunt the skies
An ancient whisper that shall direct our resistance
Time is not what it seems
Recall who you used to be
This righteous struggle echoes all throughout existence
These days, the sensible person’s an apostate
Even if you’re burned alive like a Cathar
Clawing at the walls of a chapel in Beziers
You’ll still die laughing
It’s a gift for people with no illusions about life
The ones who fight for perfect love
The time is coming when
Our tribe shall rise again
And bring the living Earth back into integration
We smell the fetid reek
The Adversary speaks
Call forth the armies from this diabolic nation
Despair not thy heart
In these final living hours
For the end, it is coming without fail
The golden gods they worshipped
Were distractions from the start
But we shall soon be reborn beyond the veil
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Landlords
01:51
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I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT MOTHERFUCKER GET YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OUT MY POCKETS
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Renaissance Alert
02:15
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Hostile City almost killed me so I shipped my dumb ass out
But the lessons that I learned there are for life without a doubt
How to clamp down on your hunger when you got nothing to eat
How to flash a blade on junkies when they jump you on the street
How to make sure that the friends you pick will really get your back
’cause finding down folks in this city’s like hay in the needlestack
So let me give up all my love to every single child I taught
We learned survival from each other, and critical fuckin’ thought
Now I’m back here with my crew and we’re ready to come up
Sights set on all these capitalists who are tryin’ to drain us up
Our name may not be Metallica but the bell still tolls for thee
Guess you should’ve stayed away from Alexander Wilson Elementary
I just ingested your neighborhood
So just call me Galactus
I gotta need to feed
Like the rest of the capitalists
Hey, is that your last paycheck
Well let me take half of it
Payday loans to feed ya kids?
We smell blood and we’re after it
This is midwest hardcore
If y’all don’t like it ignore me
But I’ma dredge some shit up
Like limestone out tha quarry
When poor people get fucked with
That shit’s by design
Nice circle-A patches
Now get your ass to the frontlines
WE ARE COMING FOR YOU
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Clinical War
02:46
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I dream in infrared
I see the children dead
Tongueless and silent cry
Rain metal from the sky
We are the prosecution
The predator's solution
The empire's killing hand
Welkin betrays the land
On
the
battle
field
There are
no sides
Just
bloodshed
Total
war
A principle of power
The bright atomic flower
Blooms on Pacific shores
To stay the end in horror
Death blossom precedes scalpel
Colonies carved up like apples
To sever rotten sin
A horror without end
HELL
On
the
battle
field
There are
no sides
Every
horror
witnessed
I wish
my eyes would rot
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9. |
Gaia Shrugged
02:05
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I
Arise
My eyes
Blasted by a bastard son
Gaze
Replaced
By rays
Pouring off televisions
War
No more
I abhor
Reprogram the lion’s den
Deep
We sleep
Black sheep
Coming up for air again
THEY’RE SELLING THE GROUND OUT FROM UNDER OUR FEET!
This is the war
Of our murderous foes
Their anonymous victims
All laid out in rows
You give up on living
And death beckons so sweet
When they’re selling the ground
Out from under our feet
The tribes are still fighting
Their wills, not yet stifled
With tusks and with tongues
With pens and with rifles
They report this bleak tale
Of mankind’s defeat
As the rich sell the ground
Out from under our feet
This world grinds without pity
And it never abets
You toil in their cities
For a share in their debt
Your children will curse you
Their voices entreat
Would you sell the clean earth
Out from under our feet?
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10. |
Total Wretch
02:28
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We’re here
We’re queer
We’re anarchists, we’ll fuck you up
Tired of all the bullshit
Tired of all the lies
Tired of all the fratboys in their punk rock disguises
We came here for a reason
To be friends at a show
We like the music loud and fast, that’s how we fuckin’ roll
But now we see you actin’ racist
We hear you droppin’ slurs
You say we’re hypersensitive to get hurt by a word
Well, don’t tell me what I’m thinking
Don’t assume how I feel
You don’t know shit about me, kid, lemme tell ya somethin’ real:
Well, it’s how we view your attitude that gets you fuckin’ beat
Sick of hearin’ norms talk shit on us for walkin’ down the street
You don’t understand what some withstand for being how they look
’cuz when you wear those slacks and collared shirt it gets you off the hook
Just another asshole and you’re frontin’ hard as fuck
But the football team ain’t here tonight so now you’re outta luck
Pounding beers and bashing queers for self-esteem you lack
Better keep that bullshit outta B-town ’cuz we’ll bash you fuckers back
BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM, SON
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Marine Corpse Bloomington, Indiana
Jazzened upside down crossover from the glacier's edge.
Fuck the bosses, their police henchmen, and all the fascist bootlicker auxiliaries. We will crush you in the streets.
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