In the West, plates are filled with meat and cheese and bread
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, some are starving, some are dead
One child is fat and healthy, while the other fends off flies
One visits a Chuck E. Cheese, the other withers away and dies
One gives their confirmation to the one true faith
The priest smiles at the young boys, the bigot justifies his hate
The altar boys do their duty, the thinker contemplates
Life passes by the parishioners; a life of servitude, what a waste
One child lives a nightmare, the other dreams a dream
Dreaming of a fair world, but the reality is much more obscene
Their worlds collide as either side is blown into the past
The countdown’s begun and everyone will perish in the blast
If not in the initial blast then in the coming frost
Courtesy of the Saturday night fuhrer and his chemical holocaust
A flash of red, so many dead, ice falls from the earth’s new sun
As snowflake-like particles come to rest inside our lungs
If the future appears brighter, it’s because it glows with radiation
And if warheads were food they could end world hunger and starvation
The agents of suffering are foaming at the mouth, you see
At the thought of leaving millions of and souls writhing in agony
They don’t really care about us
They only want we have to give
Yet still we let them take our lives
Our lives, we have but one life to live
The holy man blesses the warhead with a kiss upon its nose
He’s been a missile fan since God was a man, he likes to see them explode
He’s been lurking in the background of many of the wars of men
He gave microwaves to the TV gen to heat the Cold War up again
Which brings us to the year the gods slept, two thousand and eighteen
Where World War 3 is our reality
Life passes by in a cloud of dust so thick it makes you choke
Close your eyes and smile at the punchline of the final joke
One child lives a nightmare, another dreams a dream
Dreaming of a fair world but the reality is much more obscene
The priest, the bomb are magic wands to keep you content
With the barbed-wire fence of obedience
Our dreams are balloons floating off into the sky
We toil in shadow while life passes you by
Rerelease of this pummeling Swedish D-beat/crust LP from 2012, with the hallmarks of the style at its best— heavy riffs and righteous fury. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021
Scratchy DIY punk from Philadelphia with an impeccable list of inspirations. Think Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, This Heat, and Chronophage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2023
supported by 4 fans who also own “Dreams of the Damned”
This record rips so hard. My buttcheeks automatically clench as the UK82-inspired riffs melt my face off and pulverize what’s left of my brain matter. I’ve been in bands and always wanted to replicate this very sound but was unsuccessful at every attempt…but god damn it am I glad to be alive & have this record to listen to in 2022. So cheers to you, Savageheads, for recording this masterpiece. For those interested in checking this one out: PLAY IT LOUD!!! k-rad