1. |
The Great Depression
04:48
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2. |
Pervert
08:41
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All abusers were abused
I’m sure you know
Because I know you’ve been abused
Felt poison trees grow
Insanity, all is insanity
Wreckage of lives
Instincts are perverted
Infestation breeds decline
Kelly wants to slap the boss
Because he works her hard
But he has an army
So her skin is scarred
Born into freedom and grass
All horses rub necks
But spurred on by cowboys
Some will kick up their legs
Insanity, all is insanity
Wreckage of lives
Instincts are perverted
Infestation breeds decline
Insanity, all is insanity
Construct of stress
Instincts are perverted
Humanifestation of death
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3. |
Of All Evil
09:10
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They never see the daylight
For as the whip cracks at dawn
The slaves scurry to its lashes
Oh so proud to be forlorn
No devils in this underworld
The monsters here are all too real
And slowly the machine churns on
With minions down at heel
The wraiths emerge in darkness
To half escape their treadmill tomb
And wretched they tramp homeward
In the gathering gloom
No devils in this underworld
The monsters here are all too real
And slowly the machine churns on
With minions down at heel
Exhausted by their hard labour
Up the stairs and in to bed
They freeze in night’s cold embrace
Until each day they wake-up dead
No devils in this underworld
The monsters here are all too real
Satanic verses miss the point
Satanic mills breathe the chill we feel
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5. |
Mister Mammon
13:38
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In my school I
Learned dismal science
Like a portent of my violence
Kill foolish heart
Leave my brain cold
Caning the poor
Lackeys to scold
Me me me me me me me me!
Not you!
N…n…not you!
Me me me me me me me me!
Not you!
N…n…not you!
In my church I
Worship lots of numbers
Praise the holy
Golden calf glitters
I might want you
To be saved
But so sadly
Sacrifices must be made
Me me me me me me me me!
Not you!
N…n…not you!
Me me me me me me me me!
Not you!
N…n…not you!
In my lebensraum I
Rape methodically
The oh so sexy
Whores on bent knee
And when I spurt
On these these young dears
I spasm orgasm
Set by my gears
Me me me me me me me me!
Not you!
N…n…not you!
Me me me me me me me me!
Not you!
N…n…not you!
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6. |
Circuses Without Bread
08:42
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I mean we’ll scare them
Pay one half to kill the other
Couple of threats go down a treat
Throw in counter-intelligence
Make up any old shit, get me?
Rest assured
The screams will not be heard
I mean we’ll mute them
Make some noise of our own
A real big racket with drumrolls
They love us for it really
Tell them what they want to learn
Rest assured
The screams will not be heard
I mean we’ll distract them
With endless reruns of old wars
If not bread then circuses
Make ‘em squirm in their seats
Sleights of hand lambs shepherd’s pie
Rest assured
The screams will not be heard
Rise assured
The screams will be heard
Rise assured
The screams will be heard
If it’s the last thing I do
With my expiring breath
Rise assured
The screams will be heard
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7. |
Hideous In Their Glory
09:41
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Hideous in their glory
Kings intoxicate starvelings with fumes
The rich moisten their lips
How much they feast on our flesh
It is enough to decay
In servitude to sickness
Without grasping each fetter
And betraying our kindred
Groans piteous and feeble
Rip into companions
All wretched of the earth
Drown unconscious and dormant
With majestic gait
Resplendent in finery
Conquerors wade through gore
Towards eschatology
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8. |
In Memory Of The Fallen
15:51
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He died for you
Returned from Iraq
Abject and broken
Addicted to smack
From Afghan fields
Disturbed by attack
He blew his brains out
And faded to black
She died for you
So don’t forget
Up to her neck
In bills and debt
Working three jobs
To pay the rent
She plunged from the fourth floor
Smashed open her head
In memory of the fallen
Who died that you might live
Invisible ink on suicide notes
Marks the best advice they could give:
‘I’m alone and without hope
Don’t end up like I did
Connect all of the dots
And make the pieces fit’
He died for you
But not in vain
Wanted stardom
But hated fame
Isolated
And full of pain
He jumped the gun
And was not seen again
In memory of the fallen
Who died that you might live
Between the lines on suicide notes
Lays the best advice they could give:
‘I’m alone and without hope
Don’t end up like I did
Join up all of the dots
And make the pieces fit’
“Let us have no more suicides from weariness,
Which come like a final sacrifice crowning all those
That have gone before. Better one last laugh, à la
Cravan, or one last song, à la Ravachol”
In memory of the fallen
Who died that you might live
Scribbled on each suicide note
Is the best advice they could give:
‘I’m alone and without hope
Don’t end up like I did
Unify all of the dots
And make the pieces fit’
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9. |
Together, Reborn
08:16
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I seek to extract
Their toxins from my mind
But their venom warns me not to
And I’m left paralysed
I strive to heal my life
But they pull out the stitches
I try to drown my sorrows
But they float up like witches
Here comes the baptism of fire
Which melts the glacier
Keeping us apart
Communion of the suffering
Communion of the suffering
Communion of the suffering
Sometimes I get to thinking
I should give up the game
But then of course they win
And I am partly to blame
Here comes the baptism of fire
Which melts the ice-olation
Keeping us apart
Communion of the struggling
Communion of the struggling
Communion of the struggling
My heart says it won’t last
But my brain knows it must
And I think to myself?
And I think to myself?
Can’t go on
Must go on
Can’t go on
Must go on
Can’t go on
Must go on
Can’t go on
Must go on
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10. |
Defying The Laws Of Hell
05:17
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11. |
The Great Dictator
04:12
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12. |
The Clearing Of Misery
07:54
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Sing like a skylark
On the first of May
Let your joy echo
Through glorious glades
Reclaimed by Mab
From grimmest grey
Sing like a skylark
On the first of May
No bed of Procrustes
Is to be found
Amongst the bounty
That springs from the ground
But tears fell
Upon this spot
When people wailed
And cursed their lot
So fair maiden
Born into bliss
Remember their pain
And honour their gift
To our joyful
Radiant lives
Hatred vanished
And love now thrives
The International
Cleansed our race
Of old division
There is no trace
Such words are shrouded
In mists of time
Empires fell and
We drank of the vine
So fair maiden
Born into bliss
Remember their pain
And honour their gift
To our joyful
Radiant lives
Hatred was vanquished
And love now thrives
Haymarket martyrs
Before they fell
Swore no allegiance
To the laws of hell
So in our heaven
We dance and play
We welcome the glorious
Month of May
So fair maiden
Born into bliss
Remember their pain
And honour their gift
To our joyful
Radiant lives
Hatred was banished
And love now thrives
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13. |
Mists Of Time
09:17
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Torture Garden Liverpool, UK
Nature spent 4.57 billion years perfecting its design for future Torture Gardeners Adam and Matt Ford, and inhuman society has now added thirty-one and twenty-seven years of development respectively. As you can hear, all this effort has been worth it, and the poisoned fruits of that labour are available for your enjoyment/endurance. ... more
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