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Fatal Environment
03:35
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There is no justice
In this fatal environment where we’ve imprisoned ourselves
A half millennia of plunder and conquest no matter the devastating consequence
A fatal environment of our own design
A fatal environment of our own design
Go
Escape beyond this fatal ideology
Entangled beneath 500 years of settler mythology
And you will see
A dynasty
A dynasty of genocide
Frontiers of madness
Where life succumbs to malice
Relentless and embattled
Where the killers go unshackled
Until the last stand, until the final pealing cry
Violence will reign over the land until this dynasty dies
Until it dies
There can be no justice
In this fatal environment
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Regeneration
03:15
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We were taught how to live our lives in subliminal ways.
In the years of our youth our true selves were betrayed
With the pain of waking up,
You see your past as nothing but a blackhole
A dysphoric existence.
Wearing a face that was never your own.
Worn by the weight of disillusion
Fearing there’s no such thing as absolution
Regeneration will come
Regeneration will come
The pain, the grief, the silence, it’s fucking gone
No more uncertainty or normativity
I’ll face this fucking world
I peel this mask off
And face this fucking world
I reveal my face and all alone I shed this weight
I reveal my face and all alone I shed this weight
Regeneration will come
Regeneration will come
Regeneration will come
Regeneration will come
The pain, the grief, the silence, it’s fucking gone
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3. |
Depleted Uranium
02:47
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The world is a battlefield…
Where you trade your innocence, and in return they black out your youth
To use your body as an instrument of terror in a war fueled by manufactured truths
So place your boot on the throat of the world, it’s the destiny you’ve been sold
So place your boot on the throat of the world, it’s the destiny you’ve fucking been sold
Proud and exceptional, but it’s a lie
Proud and exceptional but it’s a lie
No peace to this wounded world
Sow peace on this wounded world
No peace to this wounded world
Sow peace on this wounded world
I say this with no uncertainty and with no hesitation
I will struggle without cease fire nor mercy,
to my last breath, for the ideal of peace and human fraternity
I will struggle without cease fire nor mercy,
to my last breath, for the ideal of peace and human fraternity
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4. |
A World to Win
02:10
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A life in hell,
But my soul will not break. We are not destined to endure this immiserated fate
We are the class that is cursed to die, but nothing will stifle this rage held deep inside
And It burns with a militant mind, and it quakes like an empire in decline
You and I must face the fact it either us or them and theres no fucking turning back
It’s 1917 in our minds
But we’ll fucking win this time
Domination. Expropriation.
A new day’s dawning soon.
Contradiction. Mass affliction.
Vengeance is in our hands.
When the world breaks…
Domination. Expropriation.
A new day’s dawning soon.
Contradiction. Mass affliction.
Vengeance is in our hands.
We have a world to win
We have a world to win
We have a world to win
We have a world to win
When the world breaks.
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5. |
Touched by Fire
04:51
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What you can’t kill will ring through eternity.
Death to the icon, a monument to a manufactured misery.
A three colored fabric that darkens the sky.
A symbol that must die.
This is an age of wolves and iron.
There will be no quarter. Touched by fire.
Touched by fire
Touched by fire
Touched by fire
You have been touched by fire
Between equal rights only force will decide
Overwhelm and undermine until all power is denied
Never relent, never regret,
Never stop until they feel the dread.
That sense of hopelessness.
Feed the flames and die a traitor's death.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
This is a war as old as time.
This is a war as old as time.
This is a war as old as time.
As we stand on the precipice of eternal immiseration.
History will not be won by the benefactors of accumulation.
A purifying fire will spread across the land
From red core to black sky, the end is at hand.
We have been touched by fire.
We have been touched by fire.
We have been touched by fire.
We have been touched by fire.
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