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HUMANE HUMANS
Hey vivisector, how can you sleep at night?
Knowing the animals, whose life you ended with a knife
There’s blood on your hands. Their cries only you hear
The fear you see in their eyes, as you cut their life short
As you cut, electrocute, poison, break, isolate, overdose, drown,
Rip apart, expose them to radiation
Force feed them poisons and alcohol
Torture them physically and mentally and eventually murder
To you it’s just a job. In the end it’s bloody money
Hey slaughterer, working in the abattoir
How can you live with yourself? Murderer of animals
You happily stand in the animals’ life blood
Watch as it struggles in its final death rolls
You watch as these trusting beasts are forced off the truck
They sense what is happening and start to panic
The panic spreads, but you couldn’t care less
It’s only your job, you make money from murder
It’s death that you deal, you show no feelings
As their life disappears down the bloody drain
Hey Butcher, standing in your shop of death
How can you stand to cut up dead animals?
That not long ago, were alive and warm
Now they are just meat and that’s money for you
Your shop is a cold and barbaric place
The meat you sell could cause heart disease in some people
The animals that you helped kill
Had no chance to live their life to the full
Now the by-product could kill as well
So in the end you take two lives with just one bloodied knife.
NO END IN SIGHT
We flounder around our pointless lives
Drowning in our apathy and confusion
Looking for someone to provide the solutions
To our lack of achievements
Once a force to reckon with
Now a farce to be toyed with
Enthusiasm has waned
Stagnation has crept in
Competition amongst ourselves
Instead of original ideas
Brain dead fuckers
Who live to undermine us.
Life’s too valuable to waste on them
Clichéd repetitive lyrics and ideas
Serve to take us no further on
The state maintains its brutal system
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2. |
Blood Red Sands
02:52
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BLOOD RED SANDS
The day starts early, before the sun is up
As families prepare for the day to come
Everyone’s excited about what is ahead
Eldest to youngest look forward to this day
Down to the beach, a crowd starts to grow
Looking out to the headland break
A shout goes out, the boats are on their way
Chasing something that has become prey
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Blood lust grows, as blades cleave skulls
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Dead and dying for a bloody cull
The beach is stained bloody red
Life’s blood flowing from the recent dead
These animals never stood a fucking chance
Human scum in a bloody death dance
But the world carries on as if nothing’s happened
Not our concern as it didn’t happen here
But the blood stains us all, with our silence
Acceptance of a slaughter that shames us all
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Blood lust grows, as blades cleave skulls
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Dead and dying for a bloody cull
There’s no escape from the slaughter
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
Killing, ripping, bloody slaughter
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
The first of the pod is forced in the shallows
The crowd bursts forward in a headlong rush
Not their intention to help the pod
With machetes and hooks they descend on mass
The beach is stained bloody red
Life’s blood flowing from the recent dead
These animals never stood a fucking chance
Human scum in a bloody death dance
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Plea for Life
02:19
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PLEA FOR LIFE
Unsettled and scared, they enter the horror
A brutal slaughter, the end result is murder
No compassion or remorse as they’re led screaming to their deaths
The stench of blood and death strikes fear in their hearts
The throats are cut. The blood flows free
What method is this? What madness can this be?
Left to die, millions of lives are lost
Consumer only worries about the cost
But inside bacteria and diseases are rife
Taking animal and also human life
For meat is nothing but rotting flesh
Diseases it causes are painful and harsh
Created by the cycle pain and hell
While a nations population insists that all is well
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4. |
Craven Image
00:55
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CRAVEN IMAGE
You beg for forgiveness as you fall to your knees
Your eyes never straying from your god cast in plaster
The image of a man nailed to a tree
Two thousand years of religious disasters
Another icon looms
Immoral victim, his mother
Don’t believe these lies
Dogmatic bullshit they hand us
Religion is used to keep us in line
Control our minds, lay claim to our souls
The lies that they use, are to scare you into submission
Believe in their god, cherish their mission
If you don’t go to mass, you’re a heathen, a pagan
Your soul will rot in hell and you won’t go to heaven.
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5. |
Home of the Brave
01:47
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HOME OF THE BRAVE
America, supposed land of the free
Where every life is lived in equality
Where black and white live side by side
And everyone can say with pride…….AMERICAN!
American Justice, the best in the world
Where cases against injustice and equality are upheld
Where people live without fear of their lives
It’s just Mom, Dad and apple pie
This ain’t reality
It’s an American TV show
America, home of the brave
Where half the population are still treated like slaves
They’re forced to live in squalor and poverty
This inequality is the reality
LAPD to serve and protect
And treat everyone with respect
But that night on the US highway
Rodney King and the world found out the hard way.
This is the reality
America went up in flames
When four white cops were cleared of the blame
Of the vicious attack to try kill or maim
Rodney King, the all-white jury said
Was blatantly resisting arrest
By attacking the nightsticks with his head
And lying on the ground, pleading for mercy
This is the reality
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6. |
Storm Coming
02:46
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STORM COMING
There’s a new dark cloud hanging over Easter Europe
Now that the iron fist of communism has finally gone
There’s a rising tide of fascism striving to take its place
It’s one form of oppression for another form of oppression
But it’s not only Easter Europe that this uprising is taking place
Here in the west and United States, fascism has upped the stakes
They’re standing for elections where ever they can
We can’t let these bastards ever get into power
They’re saying that it’s only harmless patriotic pride
That it won’t harm anyone as long as they are white
But it won’t just be your skin colour that sets you apart
It’ll be your religion, your politics, the length of your hair
If you think it’s bad now
Just wait and see how bad it will get
If those bastards ever get into power
We must stop them at every turn
Force them back to where they belong
But never forget that they are there
Cos out of sight is out of mind
That’s how they got so strong this time
This time they’re not so easy to spot
Cos they ain’t all skinheads, just ordinary folk
So we have to be alert at all times
Or these bastards will sneak up behind us
And stab us in the back
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Head Fucked / Brain Dead
02:53
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HEAD FUCKED
Screaming at you, but nothing gets through
Show you the facts, but what do you do?
Victim of the brainwash and they left you for dead
Forgot how to think, there’s nothing in your head
I can feel your numbness through your empty gaze
I could break your face and you’d bleed cathode rays
Cause of a life of TV and media lies
You’ve lost your life; I can see it in your eyes
Any thoughts you have are trapped
Within the walls your mind creates
Maybe only a violent end
Would leave you in a better state
BRAIN DEAD
Their sad, lost lives lead to a death of violence
Faceless losers with the individuality of a mannequin
Countless blows have beaten out any trace of sense
Blank expressions replace any intelligence that could have been
What drives these people to show no remorse?
A deprived childhood or a victim of hate
Lost any chance of living and without a cause
Take their revenge with a knife and no forgiving
Once you’ve seen so much hate
In the eyes of people who only want to fight
You wonder what it’s going to take
To put a stop to their pitiful plight
Sexual frustrations and inferiority complexes fuel the fire
Men are nothing. Women are raped
If your skin colour isn’t white, the results are dire
They must be stopped for all of our sake
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8. |
Can't See the Woods
02:15
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CAN’T SEE THE WOODS
Can’t see the woods, cos the trees have all gone
Can’t see the woods, another environment song
Can’t see the woods, cos we slashed and burned
Can’t see the woods, when will we learn
Trees, they use us carbon dioxide
Trees, they create oxygen
What will we do when the trees are all gone?
Writhe on the ground, cos the air is poisoned
The forests are part of a balanced system
The trees are there for a purpose
The ecosystem depends on the trees
And also by the way, so do we
Trees, they use us carbon dioxide
Trees, they create oxygen
What will we do when the trees are all gone?
Writhe on the ground, cos the air is poisoned
Three quarters of the worlds rain passes over the forests
But they’re disappearing at a rate the size of Germany each year
If you think that this song is just scare mongering
Look for yourself and see who is wrong
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9. |
The Last Giant
02:03
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THE LAST GIANT
The last giant moves through the sea
Its long lonely call sounding for miles
It’s searching for a mate or company of its own kind
But there is no reply as mankind has wiped out the rest of its species
This could be a glimpse of the near future
If we don’t stop the senseless slaughter of the whales
Or pouring pollution into the sea
We’re destroying their habitat through ignorance and greed
I hear its call, a beautiful sound
It breaks my heart that we are hunting them down
They’ve been hunted to the brink of extinction
Cause man no longer cares, but we can and do care
Stop the slaughter, cause we can and do care
Stop the slaughter, cause we can and do care
This could be a glimpse of the near future
If we don’t stop the senseless slaughter of the whales
Or pouring pollution into the sea
We’re destroying their habitat through ignorance and greed
Man is hell-bent on hunting them down
Pushing them over the brink of existence
These gentle giants never harmed mankind
Yet man, through greed, has become blind to the beauty of these mammals
Who are more intelligent than their killers
This could be a glimpse of the near future
If we don’t stop the senseless slaughter of the whales
Or pouring pollution into the sea
We’re destroying their habitat through ignorance and greed
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10. |
The End
02:25
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THE END
Looking down from my broken window
Watching the pain stricken masses below
Toiling across the dead seas and scorched earth
They came in search of the last resources reserves
A vision of the end becomes a reality
Realise your worst nightmare and prepare yourself
Their palaces and parliaments came crashing down
And rich and poor mean nothing now
Some still try to rule by the gun
Fools, who are crushed like flies by the hordes
Too late now to admit you were wrong
We warned you it would happen and you didn’t listen
You were blinded by money, greed, ignorance and ambition
Bleed the earth dry and now accept the consequences
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