1. |
Arabia
05:06
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2. |
Decomputerization
05:22
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We cleanse the power grid around you
Surround you
We’re taking action chanting slogans
No Computer
Citizen we call you now with madness
This method
Join us now and we will give you power
In numbers
Take control exploding code with data
And shrapnel
When it’s time the cause is blind
No Mercy
And no computers!
Decomputerization!
We moved the front lines now behind us
More of us
We’ve set the timer now it’s ticking
Feel the future
Decomputerization!
It’s time!
Decomputerization!
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3. |
Overpressure
05:40
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It keeps walking and it won’t look forward
It seeks the cracks in complacently
It’s cold fingers grip on the human emotion
The Overpressure – The Overpressure
It sparks terror on the would around it
It calls vengeance a legitimate thing
The People pray to their new false idol
The Overpressure – The Overpressure
STOP! Stop shouting
STOP! Stop fighting
STOP! Stop advancing
The Overpressure
The Overpressure wants us all
The people bring it all their sacrifices
It swallows up everything it can see
The faithful blind to it’s final solution
The Overpressure – The Overpressure
STOP! Stop shouting
STOP! Stop fighting
STOP! Stop advancing
The Overpressure
The Overpressure wants us all
You won’t see it ’till it comes down on you
Pneumatic soul crushing fighting machines
Summoned from the well of our human desires
The Overpressure – The Overpressure
STOP! Stop pushing
STOP! Stop shooting
STOP! Stop hating
STOP! Stop killing
STOP! Stop shooting
STOP! Stop fighting
STOP! Stop advancing
The Overpressure
The Overpressure wants us all
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4. |
Apart
04:23
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Hot metal and burning oil
A million moving machines
Angry youth leaves 20 dead
A semi-automatic routine
Crack babies and crackwhores
Another car bomb downtown
The politicians are still smiling
With anthrax letters floating around
The Christian army kills the Muslim
While the Muslim kills Jew
The leaders of this world
are dropping bombs because they’ve
Got nothing better to do
We’re on the redline. No turning. Until we tear it apart
We’re on the redline. No stopping. Until we tear it apart
Crossfire in a playground
Killed a mother and son
But everyone’s distracted
With the war that’s begun
They fortified the borders
Airlifted in troops
Reprogrammed all the missiles
To take off in groups
The Christian army kills the Muslim
While the Muslim kills Jew
The leaders of this world
are dropping bombs because they’ve
Got nothing better to do
We’re on the redline. No turning. Until we tear it apart
We’re on the redline. No stopping. Until we tear it apart
Overpopulation
Domination
Evil corporation
No stimulation
Public sedation
Failing education
No cooperation
Fighting nations
Misinformation
Student demonstration
Infant mutilation
No vaccination
Police investigations
Military operations
Guilt by association
Your eternal damnation
No salvation of frustration in the legal litigation
Civilization desperation
Taxation irritation
Inflation of mutation
Deviation
Regulation
Violation
Starvation
Radiation and contamination
Humiliation
Inebriation
Assassination
Deforestation
Eradication
Abomination
Realization of this revelation
We’re on the redline. No turning. Until we tear it apart
We’re on the redline. No stopping. Until we tear it apart
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5. |
This is War
05:35
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Wake up!
Wake up watch your town go down in flame
We’ll carpet bomb cities to kill and maim
Our bullets ripped out half a childs spine
And they say “how are you today sir?”
I’m just fine
This is war!
We censor the truth and fabricate lies
Propaganda machine on the rise
We don’t need a reason
We just take it
And our life is good and your life is shit
This is War!
Wake up! Is this what you want? Well, come and get it!
The Corporate money bought the government seat
Rejecters are gunned down in the street
And our profits rise: human losses are great
The Corporation owns you
It’s too late
This is War!
Is this what you want? Come and get it!
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6. |
WM3
04:23
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Three dead – No evidence who and how and
They sit – Beaten to a pulp in the river bed and
Someone – Unleashed all their rage upon those
Three boys
The town – They’re screaming out “we want justice
Find those – Who would dare to take
our children from us”
And so – The police trick a teen into confession
In West Memphis
Lies. No justice. They’ll make the case fit.
Guilt before you’re innocent.
And it’s all just a pack of lies
And the people start to realize
That the case was swayed in the wrong direction
Some motherfucker getting off on oppression
But the papers print the headline
“Three Kill Three in a Cult Related Joyride”
Their locking up the teens
and their going to make them stay
And they couldn’t catch the killer
but someone’s got to pay
Lies. No justice. They’ll make the case fit.
Guilt before you’re innocent.
So where has all the truth and justice gone?
It’s done – The courts release their verdict
Convict – Guilty of murder in the first degree and
They’ll serve – Life in prison plus forty years and
A death sentence
LIES!
Lies. No justice. They’ll make the case fit.
Guilt before you’re innocent.
Where has all your truth and justice,
your truth and justice
gone?
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7. |
Mechanics of Light
06:28
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I see the way it works
I hear of light beams breaking
and the way it’s sometimes
left unsaid
and of poetry of cracking minds
that read for a thousand years
The Mechanics of light
The Mechanics of sound
They wrote the dream
Reach through machine
The Mechanics of light
The Mechanics of sound
He’s the one alone
the one with empty eyes
and there’s something about
the way that he died
he just sits there on that floor
in the dark, dark corner
like he’s been there
four thousand years
The Mechanics of light
The Mechanics of sound
They wrote the dream
Reach through machine
The Mechanics of light
The Mechanics of sound
Please don’t let them in
don’t let them go
Please don’t let them in
Don’t let them go
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8. |
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My shortwave radio
My radio’s my phone
I’m talking but I’m all alone
Friendly voices
Without faces
Speaking to friendlies
After the fall
In my bomb shelter
I swear I could have felt her
On my radio
My shortwave radio
Alone in my doom
My joy in my room
My radio’s my friend
It’s here until the end
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