Ignorance

Evil minds bend on destruction
Ignoring the pleas of their race
The final chapter in humanic abduction
All signs of society erased
People asking fewer questions
Letting politicians do their thinking
Not questioning nuclear judgment
As warheads enter our space

[Chorus]
Our atmosphere clouded with poison
We’re killing ourselves to live
Filling the world with hate and dissension
We’ll have only our lives to give
What we do now is
The key to the future
We’ll have only ourselves to blame
For arming the world with the tools of destruction
Our ignorance means death

Warring of opposing nations
Starvation amongst
Impoverished nations
Outlook bleak for the world
Ignorance of mankind
Clouding the world with residue
Of man’s toxic industry
Slowly killing nameless victims
Whose ignorance leaves them dead

[Chorus]
Our atmosphere clouded with poison
We’re killing ourselves to live
Filling the world with hate and dissension
We’ll have only our lives to give
What we do now is the key to the future
We’ll have only ourselves to blame
For arming the world
With the tools of destruction
Our ignorance means death

We’re crowded with anger inventions of danger
From man’s diabolical mind
Humanities dying no use in trying
It’s only a matter of time
How long will it be
Before there’s no air to breathe
And our water is polluted water
Ignorance runs rampant
No one is caring
Suicide of the human race
Ignorance

[Chorus]

Lyrics:Phil Rind
Music: Sacred Reich
From the album: Ignorance

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Struggle

Understanding the meaning of struggle
Giving your whole life to a single passion
Which others may or may not
Consider obsolete
Like a rare flower
Seen by a few before it withers and dies
(before it withers and dies)

Seeing it all
All the way through the very end
Regardless
A full stop followed by an exclamation mark
Written in your flesh and blood
Getting knocked down every time
Getting knocked down every moment you get up – until you love getting up

I know what you’ve been going through
I’ve been there too
God knows I’ve been pushing hard Pushing so damn hard -I’ve forgotten what the hell I’m even -Pushing for

Recognize it when it happens to you
Learn to recognize it and know what to do
Stop clinging on, let go, own nothing
Do it out of love
Do it out of love

Words cannot substitute
Losing everything
Losing your home
Losing your money
Your dignity
Losing your mind – your beliefs, ideals
Then and only then
When everything is gone
You no longer care
Your soul standing naked and bare
Stripped down to the truth
Then you’ll find everything
On heaven and earth
On heaven and earth
On heaven and earth

The struggle is long
The struggle is hard
The struggle is beautiful

Lyrics; J. Coleman
From the album; Extremities, Dirt And Various Repressed Emotions. By Killing Joke.

I Am The Virus

Death, misery and tears
Calculated waves of fear
Drawn-up by think-tanks
There’s a darkness in the west
Oil swilling
Guzzling corporates
Central banking
Mind-fucking omnipotence

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus

False flags and black-ops
Tavistock manufactured shocks
Something’s gone horribly wrong
Hot flushes for the neo-con

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus

I am the hydra-headed beast
I am the one you can’t delete
I am the danger that never sleeps
I am the virus
I am the virus

No-one believes 9/11
Steel framed buildings
Don’t fall in seconds
Murderers in black robes
Decapitate innocents
The public’s blank stare
Did you sleep ok….
Last night Mr Blair?

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the hydra-headed beast
I am the one you can’t delete
I am the danger that never sleeps
I am the virus
I am the virus

Lyrics and Music: Killing Joke
From the album; Pylon

That’s Progress

Gimme a M (M),
gimme an A (A),
gimme an U (U),
gimme a L (L)
Gimme your money! (Sure!)
What’s that spell? (Maul!)
What’s that spell? (Shopping maul!)

‘scuse me, pardon my greed,you’re evicted, time to leave.
Don’t matter if your family’s lived here 30 years.
We’re tripling the rent.
Time’s up, the sheriff’s here.
Too bad for you if you freeze out in the street.

The croissant and cookie palace downstairs will symbolize
The old neighborhood whose soul has slowly died,
Been gentrified.
That’s progress!
Doesn’t progress make you feel good inside?

Cameras catch you running red lights
schoolrooms with no windows
Computer picks your career at age 15.
Universal price code I.D.’s
With the stripe the laser reads
and records where you’ve been,when you’re sick and what you eat.
For every spy in government
There’s 50 private eyes,
Who round up dirt on you to keep on file
Then sell the file.

That’s progress!
Doesn’t progress make you feel good inside?
That’s progress!
That’s progress!
Progress don’t make me feel so good inside.

You can’t live here, we won’t hire you,we know all the nasty things you do.
Bought a dossier on your whole life
Clear back to the pranks you did in school at age 5.

There’s millions on file
At the touch of a button.
Your boss or your landlord
Will love our choice cuts of gossip
if it’s lies, what can you do?
‘cos it costs too much to sue
The last person who’ll ever see your file is you.

Had enough, I moved back home
To the mountains where I belong
But ski resorts have tamed the wild west.
The hills we used to roam
Now they’re privately owned and scarred with cheezy suburbs and cement.
The ‘tracts for sale’ sign promises ‘deer in your back yard
‘if the deer somehow get past the fences and guards
And the industrial ‘park’.
Oh no! Not again!
All this progress makes me feel ill inside!
That’s progress!
That’s progress!

Looks like I’ll have to move to yellowknife.
Progress
Your idea of progress wrecks too many lives.

Lyrics: Jello Biafra
Music: DOA
From the Movie Soundtrack Terminal City Ricochet

The Spoils Of Victory

Look to the north, look to the east, look to the west and south

On all horizons storm clouds loom and roll across the sky
The river bursts its banks and vomits soil into the mouth
As thunder breaks the silence, a young child cries!

Between the night
And the days first light
The leaders made a pact
To raise the rotting corpse of war
And set the wheels in motion
The stage a heaving battlefield
Would support the final act
While the authors hide in satellites
Or forts beneath the ocean

And in this play
We’re cast as fools
To blindly play
By others’ rules

Now the dust has settled
And the stench completely clear
Then return the victors
To claim their wretched crown
But from the fleshheaps of the slain
There comes no cheer
Their game is over
The chips are down

You arrived like a breath
From the angel of death
Famine, disease and a life on your knees
Guaranteed
When you put them in power

Lyrics And Music; Amebix
From The Album: Arise

Straightline Thinking

We are all controlled by reinforcement of rules
Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system
Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses
By someone in whom they believe

We are all controlled by the straight-line thinking of straight-line thinkers
Who gave up drinking and smoking as sins….
To avoid being lower
Than their aspirations would allow them to go

We are all controlled by fear of the unknown
Because we’re not told all that there is to know
About things we consider as normal existence
So we accept exploitation and show no resistance

We are all controlled in our thoughts and actions
By things we were told by past generations
Of parents who used to rebel just the same as we do now so who gets the blame?

We are the rebels like the rebels before us
Pre-destined to scream in an out of tune chorus
Of voices repeating the words of the past
That diffuse in the process of ageing too fast

Deep in the soul if there is one
It tells you to do as you feel
Not as someone outside you dictates through their own misguided conception
Of what part you must play
In this game of deception

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans
From the album;
Worlds Apart