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01-Thrash Free or Die!
05:07
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THRASH FREE OR DIE!
We call out to the masses for reactions
and look at who’s arrived...Leather clad warriors!
With spikes and ink, bud and drink,
The metal-heads with undettering drive.
We’re echoing the message and the lessons
which we dedicate our lives... Never compromise!
Don’t hold back your minds
or by others be defined...step up because it’s time
We Thrash Free or Die!
Expression through aggression
is the art most people cannot understand.
The metal sound lives underground
free from greedy corporation hands.
Inheriting a hell on earth disdain gives birth
to thrashing heavy metal bands
who stand outside the lines
and will never compromise.
We dedicate our lives,
we Thrash Free or Die!
Thrash! Free!
We don’t hold back our minds or by others be defined.
Thrash! Free! We stand outside the lines
and will never compromise.
Thrash! Free!
We dedicate our lives and with undettering drive
We Thrash Free or Die!
Thrash. Free. Thrash. Free. Thrash. Free.
Thrash. Free. Thrash Free. Thrash Free or Die.
With all this pressure to conform
you only concentrate our music’s potency...and censorship
is just some cowardly attack to
try to break or silence directly...But we still
span across this world
in every class and generation that you see...Here tonight!
We know we’ve got it right, Heavy Metal is our life
and we won’t give up the fight because
we’ll Thrash Free or Die!
Thrash Free or Die.
Thrash Free or Die.
Thrash Free or Die.
Thrash Free or Die.
Thrash Free or Die.
Die!
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02-First World Poisons
05:32
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FIRST WORLD POISONS
All I could feel was emptiness and I couldn't deal with my thoughts. I dabbled in temporary remedies, but now the cravings haunt me. So I shut up and...
...suck back the dreams of my life unfulfilled.
Not caring anymore, I’m just consumed by the guilt.
The blood once meant to cleanse is now clogging up my soul
as I trade away my future, handing over self-control.
I’ve judged myself into nothingness, I’ve burned every bridge that I've got. I’m too scared to got out into public anymore.
So I just stay home and rot.
Caught in a trap, like the rest of us are in.
Chasing carrots on a stick that no one ever wins.
We feed on the fat that eats us from inside.
With every bite I take, I’m swallowing my pride.
It appears my prescription is wrong. And the time for intervention is gone. I thought big pharmacy and homeland security,
was here to help protect us all!
Does it taste like poison? That’s because it is Smart Ass!
You think you’re somehow immune.
I thought you were smarter than that.
The exception to the rule a one of a kind Dumb Ass!
But to use or refuse that’s up to you Smart Ass!
I know it really sucks when you miss the big sale
because your drive to the store was late.
I know it really sucks you couldn’t enjoy your meal,
you didn’t like the décor of the place.
But who am I to complain, and call out this frivolous waste?
I guess I didn’t exploit the earth enough to appreciate all of it’s finer things.
But when I ask the question, I am met with denial. How much does prestige cost? The kind we can only afford on credit, like the rest of the first world does? What are we giving away? What kind of future is at stake? Has anyone read the fine clause?
And we continue to believe none of this matters, as long as people envy me cause I’ve got more shit than they’ve got.
Now the authorities are kicking down my door.
Is this a punishment for being poor?
Did I pay off the wrong card?
Or did I pray to the wrong god?
We’ve used the earth as our battery, just sucking it bone dry.
Turning positive into negative, knowing that it will die!
And now the poles are melted, and the tide is washing in,
everything we thought we'd thrown away is at our feet again.
Lies eat away at what little truth is left. Until we’re fighting with each other for the last crumbs on the shelf.
The time to discuss this is gone. It appears that fear and apathy have won. And the pessimists and the anarchists were the ones right all along! You Dumb Ass.
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03-Tire Fire
03:18
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TIRE FIRE
Out off the highway, outside of town,
black heaps smother the ground.
Hiding the countryside, stacked to the sky,
such impressive and ominous mounds.
Numbering several million, they swelter in this heat.
Ignored and displaced, stacks of discarded waste,
one day go up in flames.
And the fireman are tired from battling this fire,
as it rages out of control. They battle the flames
all night and day, while the leachates poison the earth.
The heat becomes unbearable inside their hazmat suits.
Their surfactant foams do nothing to asphyxiate the plume.
A bubbling black mass, our thrown away mess,
will leave scabs that will scar us for good.
The blistering tires, and the orange liquid fire,
will poison your neighborhood.
With a plethora of toxicity, chemically still unknown,
created for the first time, within the plume of thick black smoke.
A blaze that can be seen from space
reaches 1200 Fahrenheit degrees.
The leachates seep, and the tap water stinks,
and now your lungs start to wheeze.
From the benzene and toluene, the poly-chlorinated bisphenols and furans, dioxins and ammonia.
They’ve been burning for days, oozing dripping black paste,
leaching scabs that will scar us for good.
The blistering tires in the orange liquid fires
are poisoning your neighborhood.
With the bubbling black mass of our thrown away mess,
scabs that will scar us for good,
the blistering tires in the orange liquid fires,
are poisoning your neighborhood.
Do we just leave them to burn?
Then add more to the stinking eyesore?
While factories and assembly lines
manufacture the next million more?
And feed the bubbling black mass of our thrown away mess
that will scab and scar us for good?
And the blistering tires, in the orange liquid fires,
will poison more neighborhoods.
Just off the highway, just outside your town,
big black heaps smother the ground,
burning more than six hundred days, at 1200 degrees.
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04-Apes with Sticks
04:41
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APES WITH STICKS
Serengeti hominids, the first of early man,
foraging their existence in the brutal savage lands
must learn to hunt and kill in packs to benefit their tribe.
Socially altruistic humans begin to civilize.
And they feed. And they grow. And they breed, then uh-oh!
Their populations flourish. Their resources become stressed.
Their neighboring tribes bare the blame of hoarding to excess.
Ensuing power struggles quickly become malicious games.
Once the apes realize the benefits of destroying those in their way.
The Apes with Sticks - lay claim to these territories.
The Apes with Sticks - wield dominance and authority.
With their sticks, and their stones, they will crush your ape bones.
Prehistoric skeletons with axe marks in their heads,
reveal the evidence of violence at the hands of other men.
Ambitious and aggressive, they force the weak behind,
gaining political succession through deceit, murder, and lies.
The apes with sticks - exert their dominance.
The apes with sticks - demand your compliance.
The apes with sticks - round up the crowd and bash their heads.
The apes with sticks - will enforce your obedience.
Divide the tribes with hate and lies until homicide becomes genocide.
Guns. Drones. Nuclear Missiles. Novichok.
Evolving in this niche, we outwit trends to civilize,
escalating a new arms race rife with satellites and spies.
Advancements in new weaponry become the premises for war.
An excuse to test new gunpowder, chlorine and chloroform.
The violence begets more violence once this escalation starts.
The lust for revenge and tyranny creates more twisted hearts.
Deploy the troops. The plot’s uncovered.
Disband the group. We are outnumbered.
Destitute. Peace talks are severed.
The whole world’s at fucking war!
The apes with sticks - tear gas the crowds and bash their heads.
The apes with sticks - confine the poor to concentration camps.
The apes with sticks - use smart bombs and drones to kill who’s left.
The apes with sticks - sell us more lies as they hide war crimes.
Civil Disobedience will not be tolerated.
This gathering is a direct violation and failure to disperse will be deemed as an unlawful act. All perpetrators and inciters will be subject to immediate arrest. Surrender yourselves peacefully or we will use force.
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FREEDOM FIGHTER’S MANUAL
All Nicaraguans who love their country and cherish liberty.
Men, women, young and old people, farmers and workers alike
must ask themselves what they can do with the means at their disposal,
in order to participate in today’s armed struggle.
Against the usurpers of the authentic Sandinista revolution
which the people of Nicaragua
have fought and shed their blood for so many years.
Some might think that today’s armed struggle
requires military supplies
and economic resources available only to
the states or terrorist bands armed by Moscow.
However there is an essential infrastructure that any government needs
that can be easily disabled and even paralyzed
without the use of armaments or costly and advanced equipment,
with the small investment in resources and time.
Nicaraguen Patriots who sabatage...This Marxist Tyranny
To vindicate Sandino’s memory...Long Live Free Nicaragua!
What can the free Nicaraguan do in order to
What can the free Nicaraguan do in order to
...tie down this Marxist Tyranny?!
use this CIA published sabotage manual.
Don't do maintenance work on vehicles or machines.
Come to work late and delay in completing tasks.
Hide and damage tools. Throw tools into sewers.
Call in sick and do not go to work.
Plant invasive flowers on state farms.
Hoard and steal food from the government.
Leave lights on. Leave water taps on.
Leave open the corral gates on state farms.
Steal and hide key documents. Damage books.
Break light bulbs and windows.
Invert battery cable connections. Put nails in battery cells.
Put water in gasoline tanks. Put rocks on highways!
Nicaraguan patriots! Nicaraguan soldiers!
A very effective way to sabotage the Marxist tyranny
is by refusing to serve militarily
in the schemes of imperialist oppression.
Take a decisive action toward the freedom of Nicaragua
by incorporating with your arms if possible,
in the ranks of your brothers, worthy heirs of Sandino.
Fill a narrow-necked bottle with gasoline,
kerosene, or burnable diesel.
Better still, if shredded soap or sawdust added.
Insert a rag in the bottle until one end touches the liquid
and the other end extends no more than 20cm from the rim.
Seal the bottle tightly with string or tape
and then to activate the device:
hold it in one hand with your arm extended
and light the rag with your other
and throw it with sufficient force that it explodes on impact.
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6. |
06-Dead Weight
03:30
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DEAD WEIGHT
I plunge into a liquid state, shocking warm soft tissued flesh,
feeling cold splash over dry skin, purging lungs of surface breath.
In Atmospheric silence the pressure builds up in my ears.
My buoyancy is negative, I must achieve equilibrium!
Oxygen depleting, having trouble breathing,
anywhere there’s feeling there’s only pain.
I try not to panic as panic clearly sets in.
The more I squirm, the more I’m sinking.
Limbs stir up grey silt and seaweed.
I’m pressed against the mud and the ooze.
Is my fate is to descend into this cold murky colourless void?
Whatever my life is or was it escapes me now.
It cares not for karma or faith. It just wants me to drown!
Oxygen depleted, nitrogen exceeded,
senses are impeded from narcosis.
A catatonic state, a body of dead weight,
forever lost into the abyss.
Slimy creatures swarm, attracted to my warmth,
latching on in hoards, bottom feeding.
Surrounding me like flies, and biting at my sides,
They won’t wait for you to die before they eat you!
Sink into an unconscious state,
the body void of warmth, blood and flesh.
Paralysis of touch and sight as lungs succumb to liquid breath.
I hallucinate that my whole life consists of this illusion
where I’m just a brain in a vat somewhere
being observed by god-like aliens.
Perhaps I’m just some experiment meant to test free will,
as they tabulate the cruelty I inflict
on the other Earth dwelling souls!
I plead to whatever gods there areand all of the Earth’s creatures...
Please let me die another day and return me to the surface!
Incubate the air to make lungs reinflate raising dead weight.
Raise. Dead. Weight.
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7. |
07-Predicting Terror
05:52
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PREDICTING TERROR
You know it’s great to be alive
and to see you here tonight at another metal show,
after we spent all week living our other lives
just lurking in the shadows.
Why does the world out there seem to be so unaware
of what it is we hold true in our hearts?
But when I see you here tonight, I see the fight in your eyes
I know that Metal is our calling in life.
You see I’ve made this my plight...To give you the reasons to fight. To put your fists in the air because I warn you metal comrades our future’s in danger.
Now I truly believe that the powers that be mean to destroy us if they have their way ‘cause we speak our minds with no fear or regret and we've got the audacity to get in their face, trip peoples minds with our words and rewrite stale ideology and being armed with our metal based on knowledge and truth
we are a threat to the powers that be.
So let’s seek out the truth and let’s back our facts with proof. They’ll try to just brush us off or contain our influence
to diminish our cause. We’ve made metal our plight, and we have the reasons to fight. With metal horns in the air
we stand up for ourselves because it’s now or never.
Yes, it’s now or never.
Now we stand up strong.
Never back down from our cause
to change what must be changed.
You know we may not have that long.
I’m here to speak my mind cause I’m concerned for end times
and I want to put an end to the dangerous ways
of this world bent on pursuing profit and greed and destroying those who get in the way. Singing our metal songs about the end of the world we’ll shout them with our fists in the air.
To initiate change, to challenge failed ways
but you're the only ones who seem to care.
I will defend my freedom and our right to speak.
I’ll motivate the masses and make it look easy.
I’ve said before we may not have that long
we can’t just sit on our hands and bite our tongues
We must make this our mission..to represent.
Call their bullshit out and destroy it with facts,
make change fucken come never hold back.
We will stand up strong and call out what’s gone wrong,
to change what must be changed,
knowing we may not have that long
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8. |
08-Geo-Deseccant
07:18
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09-Heat Death
06:10
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HEAT DEATH
In 100 trillion years, the last star will expend
the fuel from its last atom of hydrogen.
Black holes will flourish where the last stars die
and dark energy rules over all space and sky.
Fueling itself down to its last proton,
into a state of thermodynamic equilibrium.
Our universe’s fate is to destroy as it creates,
into darkness and despair where entropy prevails.
Until the remnants decay into Hawking Radiation.
Along with them all the evidence of information.
of all time and space. And there will be nothing beyond
once all the heat is gone!
Heat. Death.
As the end of heat begins matter is hurled into decceleration.
The universe will descend
into a bleak and dismal cosmic ending.
The future is abandoned as it reaches its finite existence
where nothing new will begin,
or ever be alive again!
After the final wave once all the heat and light dissipate,
and the embers fade into the vast expanse of space,
Heat Death it will reign snuffing us out in cosmic seconds
and nothing will remain to prove our universe ever existed.
A faint glow felt within is all that is and ever was,
extinguished forever by the death of heat.
Eternity goes unfufilled,
and there is nothing that our gods can do.
All is consumed in the death of
heat! heat! heat! heat! heat!
Its beings they will plead rewards for their unselfish deeds,
but it will extract the last of their precious heat!
A glimpse of what’s to come to all that is and ever was,
is nothing will exist after the death of heat!
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Novichok
Novichok
are a bunch of
pissed-off
salty thrashers
here to narrate the collapse of the
world around us. Is there still hope? Well yes, but it's not looking good.
\m/ >_< \m/
TEAM METAL IS:
>>Jeff MacDonald
>>Lindsey Dicks
>>Brady Hallett
>>Adam Heresy
... more
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