1. |
Unlearn
01:19
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So much more
We find ourselves both monarch and fool
Turned a blind eye to all that we knew
Egalitarian cemetery plot
This marks the spot of our lobotomy
Look how far we have now strayed!
The gross indecency, look at the state of us!
Once nomadic gatherers and far less of us
Unbridled by the grip of mans own vanity
We're barely living
Feeding our own death
I plead with those willing to listen
Still harbour these feelings within
For this kingdom of land and flesh
Is not ours and never was
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2. |
So Much More
01:22
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So much more
Demonise that
Which does not abide
The dishonest conventions
Imposed masquerade
(taught to)
Hate for her empowering
Him for loving him
Him for not wanting to be her
Not for you to sneer at, for you to slur!
The prisons we've made of our bodies
Gender binary, its not good for everyone!
Heteronormative, its not the fucking norm!
We can be so much more
Than the sign on a bathroom door
We can be so much more
Than these roles we are talked into / forced into
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3. |
Eating Children
00:46
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Eating children
The slab of meat that lies before you
Do you care from where it came?
The hunk of muscle, laced with veins
A babies flesh cleaved from its limbs
Gorge upon her child corpse
Struggle to digest with no remorse
Pores leak sweat laced with her scent
Plate smeared with her blood and fat
Palm off this murder with desire
Consent with vigour to eat this child
Her broken body lifeless, sallow
Eat of her organs, suck of her marrow
Faulty logic based on the assumption
That a life is only worth your pleasure
A rationale clung to tradition
Lets face it fucker. You eat children.
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4. |
Carnist
01:34
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Carnist
Has it ever dawned on you
Our anatomy so ineffective
Have you drooled for the fattened calf?
Do you hunt, do you bite, do you claw?
Or crave their innards, red and raw
Curriculum
Learned behaviour
Taught to hunger
Not to question
Clever minds made meals of them
Against the grain homo vegan
Partition meat from its living source
So that we can live with this choice
Society has staked a claim
That we must eat to maintain
Where life is cheap and profit sought
Witness the pain that we have wrought
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5. |
Crosses
02:39
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Crosses
Grovel low on bended knee
Giving in willingly
Hopeless,the scriptures speak in
Vulgar vowels and syllables
Shackles forged of parables
These are binding words
Empty margins the vacant lot
to annotate a life
We are weighted down
We stumble on empty claims
Alibis for atrocious deeds
And yet we never falter [off course]
Kneel down on bended knee
Giving in willingly
Hopeless,the scriptures speak in
Vulgar vowels and syllables
Eyes that steal innocence
The sorcery of piety
Cruelty finds a recipient
In the hearts of some
Your Gods, your temple serves
Their minds are hung on crosses
The valley runs with the blood
Of all who enter here
Your Gods, your temple serves
Their minds are strung on crosses
Strung zealous with wilful torpor
From their very own parapets
Your Gods are living stone
Weight of compacted dirt
Peaks now men at arms
The sentries of the sky
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6. |
A History Of Violence
01:44
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History of violence
We've made our ward a victim
Worn down their humility
Satisfaction guaranteed
By defiling their bodies
History of violence
Made a mockery of all
Revolting smiles, salacious maws
Our mouths now sodden valves
With which to sate our lust
The concept of violence
With hands we touch and grope
Ball fists and beat and choke
With eyes we crave their death
You take and take and take
Their milk, their blood, their bones
Farms house the sadists altar
Eat their body, drink of their blood
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7. |
October 13th
00:49
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October 13th
Their terrified nights
Your apathetic days
The constant turmoil
Of their pain
Close my eyes
Seeing red
I'll never understand
I'll never forgive
By any means
No idle threats
The hands that cut
The heads that nod
The minds that sanction
Should never sleep again
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8. |
Festive Cheer
02:21
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Festive cheer
Amidst the laughs and smiles
Hushed words and raised glasses
The serious incantations, a toast to all,
The curtains raise
Stand guard over traditions
Argue culture, argue opinions
None appease the savagery
Or make still the hungry ghosts
Reveal our folly, the dead will bay!
For blood amidst the liturgy
Plates and cups filled to the brim
Gaudy lights, colour blinding
Upon the door the wreathe that hangs
Morbidly fitting demarkation
Making graves of our homes
Our lavish displays to celebrate
Disregard the lives erased
Offal hung with festive cheer
Ritual is slick with fear
Madness! Our troughs will overspill
Vitriol! We've never had our fill
Cry out! We're always wanting more
Cry havoc! Our jaws hung slack with drool
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9. |
Objectify
00:46
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Objectify
Feeble whims
Slavish we succumb
Turning someone into something
To claim a body, divide and conquer
Concepts of manhood
The unthinking sloth
Dribbling the vileness
of patriarchal wrath
Leering eyes care little for
Those they cast their gaze upon
Taking what is not theirs
That defiant NO does not means yes
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10. |
Leviticus My Ass
01:33
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Leviticus my ass.
By decree this fate was sealed
Police our lives with the absurd
Not an ounce of pity spared
As they condemn the love of others
Despite we love anyway ,
In the face of their hatred
How dare they cast their stones
Revolted by compassion?
Disgusted by love?
Theology/theocracy to justify
They learned this bigotry
How dare they cast their stones
Judge not lest you be judged
I'll take their book and play their game
Deep seated desires of a life unlived
Buried deep unable to admit [who they love]
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11. |
Beholder
01:45
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Beholder
I cannot stand this sight
A disfigurement
Claw at skin unwanted
Honed a self critique
When did these ideals
Paint such vivid lines
Within which we will never
Quite manage to fall
The beholders eyes are cataract
We [only] see the fallow skin
See wrong where there is none
Distorted by ill feeling
Witness beauty in anyone
Admiration falls short of our own
Invest so many hours in
The stringent act of self loathing
The beholders eyes are cataract
We only see the fallow skin
We see wrong where there is none
Only ourselves to blame
Behold our bodies beautiful, to rescind that blame
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12. |
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A dog is a life, not just for your entertainment
Bred in spite
Of natures creed
Fashion castes,
Desired breeds
Survival is no longer a given
The fittest fall by the wayside
We've stripped them of their mentality
The packs unwanted qualities
Made squat forms of canis lupus
Mangled bodies for fleeting trends
Inbred mothers with their sons
A form thats fouls their genes
Mutilating
For aesthetics
Training monsters
Once gentle creatures
But all of this pales in comparison
You're the centre of attention,
Their love for you is unconditional
because its always about you
Made squat forms of canis lupus
Mangled bodies for fleeting trends
Inbred mothers with their sons
A form that fouls their genes
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13. |
Cracked Record
01:39
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Cracked record
Doggedly carrying the same torches and forks
To find blame where the fault does not lie
Asphyxia smiles as we snuff out the light
Some gave up their conscience to fight the wrong fight
We overcome so much ill will only for sickly hands to throttle
We are generations in mourning yet what we've gained is paper thin
Apartheids in hearts and in nation states
As the new threat arises in the guise of the old
Characteristics that we project
The things we fear, avoid and reject
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14. |
Punx is small town
01:43
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PUNX IS SMALL TOWN
We all had the same false starts
Awkward kids and outcasts
Low self esteem and identity
Brought us all together
Learning life lessons
On lyric sheets
Sewing our hearts
On our jacket sleeves
Radical ideas and
Songs of protest
We started bands
So that we could address
Xeroxed zines and news print fingers
Formative years of our profane existence
Black and white, high contrast
We're the kids who learned to play fast
We're well aware
That nothing is perfect
We learn from our mistakes
And we're better for it
For the punx
and not for profit
DIY or die
Its worth our effort
How we feel, what we do and how we think
Thats why i'll always be a fucking punk
Crass icons and Circled A's
These truly are the end of days
Our throats are sore, our punk is raw
The angry young and fucking poor
Vegans, anarcha feminists!
Straight edge, queer, anti fascists!
We heard our calling
Through thoughtful anger
We are a community
Of friendships and ideologies
Frowns and crosses upside down
COZ PUNX IS SMALL TOWN!
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15. |
On The Outside (cover)
03:00
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