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Gaia Shrugged

by Marine Corpse

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1.
Intro 00:38
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.
2.
Space Shit 01:45
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!
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Auto-da-Fé 02:22
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
6.
Landlords 01:51
I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT MOTHERFUCKER GET YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OUT MY POCKETS
7.
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
8.
Clinical War 02:46
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
9.
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?
10.
Total Wretch 02:28
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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released June 12, 2015

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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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