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ARMAGEDDON WONT BE BROUGHT BY GODS...
One of the most diverse hardwood forests in the world is dying at the hands of greedy coal lords.
To them a mountian isnt a mountian, merley another resource to raped and sucked dry.
You cant replant a mountian.
The Bush administration, the Army Corps. of Engeineers, coal companies like Massy Energy,fuckin puppet officials
There guilty. And everysingle time we turn on the lights we're guilty.
Pollution and waste
Bring forth a new age.
In the name of production
We create destruction.
Armaggedon won't be brought by gods
But men who think they are...
Humanity has been lost - A civilization of parasites is what we've become.
Convenience at what cost - Devouring the land to turn on our lights
Production without end - How much production will be our end.
The alternatives are in sight - But we're not going to reach them without a fight.
What will it take to make this shit set in,
soon will come the time for her cleansing to begin
Highrises sink
Parasites extinct
Our destruction and sorrow her brighter tomorrow
Cut down the forest turn soil to sand,
Nothing but desert where trees no longer stand.
Level the mountians and suck the earth dry,
Consume what you can and kiss your ass goodbye.
We can fight em in the streets and fight em the courts,
But we also have to fight em in the mountains and the forest.
Cause every single action done in the night,
Helps push our cause into the light!
What will it take to make this shit set in,
soon will come the time for her cleansing to begin.
Highrises sink
Parasites extinct
Our destruction and sorrow her brighter tomorrow
Cut down the forest turn soil to sand,
Nothing but desert where trees no longer stand.
Level the mountians and suck the earth dry,
Consume what you can and kiss your ass goodbye.
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Endless Bloodshed
02:59
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ENDLESS BLOODSHED
Theres a stench in the air,
Death draws near.
Innocents scream as the warmachine starts its gears.
A conquest of butchers,
The bodies pillied high.
So the victor can raise his sword to the sky.
The warplanes above,
Insure their banners will fly.
By releasing hellfire into winds of genocide.
You have been chosen
To feel deaths embrace.
So lay down your life and accept your fate.
Its your leaders command,
To take the reapers hand.
Give your life to the rulers land.
Ages of man,
With blood on their hands.
Nothing has been learned through centuries of war.
Except that soldiers are meat,
And kings are swine.
From the flesh of the fallen the pigs will dine.
If they call on me,
Let it be known.
That I will take my own life before I die for the throne.
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Enslaved
01:55
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Enslaved
Enslaved by a monetary system,
conditioned until accepted.
Outcast bound through rejection,
of structured reality.
And lives become destroyed,
if production is low.
Apply an hourly rate
and make life meaningless.
Control of resources makes life impossible
Unless you bow down and live life for them.
When all is lost
Fleeting with the securities you had
You scream out in anger
know theres a way out
Sweat reminds the wounds to sting
when slaving til your own demise
Nothing to look forward to
but deaths embrace.
Take back the resources that make survival possible
I will not bow down and live life for them.
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Another Day
03:40
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Another day
Vultures surround us parasites pulling the strings
of the drones building the machine.
A relentless cycle of masters and slaves
slaying each other under a banner of gain.
Another day
of tyranny and rules
Man or machine
humans or tools
A few will prosper many will bleed
their blood will fuel a capitalist regime.
We all call ourselve free but we were born in chains
born as workers born as slaves.
Another day
life passes by
Stuck in a prison
where you work till you die
As the sun starts to rise the dawn fades
and to the tune of alarm clocks zombies rise from their graves
To toil like mindless beasts and work for their masters gain
We're shackled by nine to five and our bosses pull the chains.
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Profane Existence is an international DIY punk label, zine and blog, sporadically active since 1989.
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