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    Misery Index - Retaliate
    1. Retaliate

    Crawling from the cities the filth chokes me to the taste, feeding the
    desire to destoy this culture that I hate, the daily inquisition, the fear
    that fuels our lives, sets each man against the other with the wool upon our
    eyes.

    Chains of comman
    the weight of wait
    under theirwheels into concrete
    face off the floor
    rise up
    retaliate

    The razor blade infections out caverns deep across my skin
    Reminding me of battles I have lost and will never win
    There are no bullets here
    These hands are clenched in fists
    And the promise of another day is all that we have left

    What remains here...?
    Bowing to the dollar in their selfish church of capital
    Where wealth encrusts their bodies
    Yet cancer fills their hearts?
    Brother will kill brother in this stained-glass abattoir called 'earth'

    My arteries are boiling with hatred undefined for this colonizing monolith
    that suffocates our lives
    A bastard congration runs the head of this machine
    Our hands will gut it's gears 'til their blood runs cold and we are free.


    2. The Lies That Bind

    Rising from the tide, a Kraken cloaked in wisdom, propagates his lies,
    For love of living death...

    As faith in leaders falter and dole-queues stretch for snake-like miles
    Untruths in unwritten law annihilate imagination
    Hope becomes a process, the intravenous feed
    That's bound in tune with "progress" - in dialectic comedy

    Problems rise in culture, where contradiction's known to breed
    And puppeteers unquestioned string up the masses in their sleep
    These guardians of comfort and selfishness decreed
    Will deify convenience at all expense of every human need

    The Lies that bind are lies unbinding...

    More demagogues emerging, the paradise parade begins
    Everything is perfect, and "time" is all we need to save
    And just as oceans swallow, all ships that sink in time
    This spectacle will crumble, from false and ill-conceived design

    These fragile frames are breaking, and knots will soon come undone
    The bloody fields of history have yet another war to come...
    As chants turn into anthems, and shouts turn into battle cries
    The statues of their heroes gone, crack and yield to newborn human lives

    Tired of marching to their tune in time, the gears of oppression have ceased
    No light at the end of the production line- show us that this life's worth living

    Books are burning in the night, where consciousness is laid to rest
    Another dream falls out of sight...and what have we to show for this?


    3. The Great Depression

    Storm clouds spreading
    Black horizons oil slick the southern sky
    What prospects should I gather here to motivate my corpse to rise?
    Bloodshot
    My eyes reject the staleness of this day
    And 'reason' gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow
    Driving
    My heart is dead and hollow
    Metal boxes racing by
    Ringing out the death of my life
    Machines buzzing
    Towers looming the antithesis of nature
    Entering this asphalt tomb- self - interest my prime dictator.

    Now that i stand to carry the weight - try to conceive me that it's all for
    something?
    Now that i stand to carry the weight
    I lie to myself...am i living-dead?

    Four walls surround me with wires outstretched- the triumph of time over
    space
    The modus vivendi- each man for himself
    Each alone
    And each an island

    Get me out of this hole somehow...get me out of this hole right now...my
    great depression


    4. Angst Isst Die Seele Auf

    Thrust into this competition naked and undone
    Back to back
    yet divided on our own
    Fear breeding fear
    exploding pressures on
    we're locked away in self-made chains

    Run out through the windows and into the streets
    terror abounds as each man lives in fear
    dread consumes their day
    the public is passive
    inactive
    and lame
    lock up the doors and let out the wolves
    a fratricidal race
    given the chance you'd sit down to eat
    yet conciousness is sacrificed
    this alter is never short on heads
    stare in his eyes
    your brother - this man
    yet your fear will breed resentment
    why can't you say a word?

    Zu Hause wie im Krieg,
    Waffen und Hass zuhauf

    Casualties of human life drift in the crowds
    they're standing on the margins - nullified
    outside the world keeps turning under the sun
    while inside the sould is boiling over

    This hate for the other is hate for yourself
    the cancer condition
    the dead-end ambition
    you'll eat yourself alive
    submit to the anger
    the coming of vengeance
    the cult of uncaring
    the chaos of living
    and face this world alone
    the hooks in your mouth now you'll swallow the bait
    distorting your vision
    you'll drink from their poison
    so ripened for this fall
    you take from the worst and give up the best
    but never forget you're a human being...you breathe
    but can you think?

    Zu Hause wie im Krieg
    Waffen und Hass zuhauf
    in den Kopfen nur Furcht
    Angst isst die Seele auf

    the truth is something made
    not something that's found
    so burn all inhibitions to the ground
    these politics of dread are a hammer to the head
    a life of fear is life among the dead...these barriers are built
    for us to tear them down.


    5. Demand The Impossible

    Each man can make their difference in life (if someone would even try) for
    each of us lies rotting dead
    Our ideas will never die
    One man can start this fire
    A second can feed the flames
    All of the rest can foreward the line- let bourgeois culture burn itself
    alive

    Our frustrations
    give it to them
    together as one...what we have is more then it takes to prosecute the enemy
    in time
    the pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we're fed
    throughout our lives
    what chance to fight together?
    What chance to tear this world apart?

    Power's drived in numbers
    and numbers are what we have
    yet you complain and choose to abstain
    when we could be fighting back
    vultures will encircle with propaganda streams
    laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst.

    This is why we're living- for spirits
    life
    and blood
    and as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite
    humanity's weapon
    each life's a sharpened blade
    but we're hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses
    to death

    To climb up off your knees
    and fight for something real...out into the streets of ruined cities they
    will come
    the bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win
    with colors running black and red on hope for future days
    a call forever heard...vae victis!


    6. Order Upheld / Dissent Dissolved

    The triumph of boredom in everday life carries the wounded back to the
    frontline
    these starving men will fill your cities and bring their broken dreams to
    market

    All done
    Stuffed and overfed
    contained and cross- examined
    robbed of all crestivity
    each temple is built to cave in
    what life in the realm of dead things?
    What life in self- built prisons?
    Divide and welcome the conqueror
    Spectate the spectacle- unleashed!

    Order upheld
    Dissent Dissolved

    Inject
    The image overrides
    what songs can come from dead hearts?
    Reason is the modern antichrist
    where logic rapes all passion
    these words that are never said aloud undo the fabric frozen
    revealing the daily sodomy- this course has NOT been chosen

    Order Upheld
    Dissent Dissolved


    7. Servants Of Progress

    Bred for the wheel...

    Running like a dog far too long
    Waiting for a chance to 'be'
    Learning your lessons with pride then fall into line
    Your class inclination is to work
    consume
    And breed
    You bury your dead where you eat
    But never forget this world is finite

    Work another day
    Punch that clock
    Watching your life pass by
    Sucking all flesh from the bone
    Your fruit all but rotten
    A spectar comes haunting again as Babylon sleeps
    Your enemies once were your friends
    Your lovers
    Your life... all dead

    You are your own destroyer...

    Hang the masters from the highest tree and let their dead eyes stare back at
    Their children

    ... Is this how we want to live...?


    8. The Unbridgeable Chasm

    These images of the television heads spouting promises that disappear in
    days
    move and shift as we cross the Styx (and the carnival slips out of town)
    Past ideas never did us anything- the rolling stone of progress
    Flattened us
    we move and shift as the Rubicon laps at the fast of the masses that never
    return.

    You quench your thirst with ashes
    you plant your seeds in send
    and watch as weeds devour...

    You pride these institutions that glorify disease
    one thousand knives have stabbed the backs of those you have deceived
    you can't get there from here
    the beaten path's a dead end road
    burning bridges coming down again

    We hope and pray for a leader to come
    our 'new world man' realized- is the jackel enthroned with his suit and phone
    the financial demon's arrived
    hyps and praise for the avaricious way
    all sacrifices must be made
    get in line and put the noose on your neck
    there's plenty of rope for us all

    You think you make the difference
    yet you ingest their gruel
    and reek with stench of profit...

    The crowd is shifting
    the target's getting closer
    the bastard smiles with his sinister grin
    it's retribution
    no mercy ever given...the wolf is howling as the sheep devour.


    9. Bottom Feeders

    March of the animals
    the indication of a time where the passion of man is lived through fiction
    feed off of the bottom line
    let entertainment be the last refuge for mass opinion
    spouting the antidotes- another preacher of the right paints the world in
    black and white terms.
    Last time in the end zone
    it's hard to care when the world outside has guns against your head

    Castigate then sedate
    convert problems into 'need's then download and erode
    let circuits replace all emotion.

    Bottom feeding
    Dragging us across the desert of the real...

    Led up to the trough to be fattened up
    Human pigs so ripe for feasting
    following the rules
    unquestioned-the animal farm falling under siege...

    Rigging the hooks on the virgin nation
    the mediated paradise unfolds
    the outcome a process of brain starvation
    habituate the viewers into clones

    Bottom Feeding
    Dragging us across the desert of the real...


    10. History Is Rotten

    Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed lives...

    As evidence of times before
    in chapters long forgotten
    the reotting tombs of history are written by the victors
    empty words are staring back as paragraphs of power leave
    no traces of the toiler's fate (just one massacre to many-and none too late)

    All glory comes from death
    desensitized in unreal fiction forms
    our leaders never die- it's the working poor that fight their wars

    It is written? It is rotten- their truth is dead and rotting

    With decades passing and nothing changing
    the hourglass grows empty again
    tunnel visions and career clowns
    send ivory towers crumbling down
    the pulse is fading
    the axe is falling
    another tragedy unfolds
    the moral standard
    the status quote
    the carcasses of millions left in their wake

    The paper bound in books that glorify the acts of murderers will burn just
    like all empires that have come before

    500 years dead...cold and efficient they carry out their plan-indoctrinate
    the youth to the textbook wasteland
    as patriots empowered
    they coronate themselves
    breed us on their lies
    and they feed us to the wolves
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