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Samson Option
03:20
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the ultimate justice lies in the palm of my hand
deterrence or massive retaliation, face it alone
take the world down to non-existence
take the world down to its radiating grave
assuming a threatening posture, my own nuke winter looms
destruction my last resort, abandon all proportionality, the death of a century
what the fuck are you waiting for?
reconciliation no longer possible
reconciliation was never an option
i am danger, pay up or call the bluff
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Nichts Ist Vergessen
02:44
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Einigkeit, Recht und Freiheit für den, der sie verdient
Abschied fällt nur bei Freunden schwer, deshalb lauf
Und ich trag das mit mir rum, nichts ist vergessen
Wie eine Wunde die nie heilt, die Geschichte endet hier
Die Wände kommen näher, nehmen Platz wo keiner ist
Ich bin mir nicht mehr sicher, ob es jemals anders war
Und der Ursprung meiner Feindschaft entwickelt sich zur Qual
20 Jahre später, so als hätte ich die Wahl
Nichts ist vergessen
Nicht, dass du glaubst, die Geschichte endet hier…
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Sick Of The Living
02:10
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time heals nothing
the memories don’t seem to fade, once aspiring, now there’s nothing left
the track marks to bleed out all pain keep you from feeling anything
an account of a damaged life, too many scars to count
countdown to your downfall, the deprivation of power and control
left you shackled to fight the lost cause every minute of every day
an account of a damaged life, too many scars to count
content with nothing, standing for nothing, no reason to fight
a passive generation of humbled broken spirits
the meek no longer realize the worst trip of their life like a junkie in denial
too many scars to count, too many scars to count
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At War With Everything
02:02
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Welcome To Your Homicide
01:54
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shouldn’t we defend what‘s left of our liberty?
forever unpacified - welcome to your homicide
shouldn’t we eliminate the possibility
of the next trigger happy cop losing the plot?
forever unpacified - welcome to your homicide
we’re standing on opposing sides
leave nothing behind but a display of revolt
a showcase of broken hands
a sickening reminder of the past
“serve and protect” an empty pledge of disrespect
a bullet in your head for your own protection
you get what you give, the great dividing line
we don’t negotiate with terrorists
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Bitterness
03:35
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No One There
02:12
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one life free of god, free of guilt, free of failure
one choice, no sign of Christ, a nil report
do I have to spell it out? there is no one fucking there
they nailed into your head that self-determination is the devil’s work
live the life you want to live – no one fucking watches you
live the life you want to live – don’t fool yourself, there’s no one there
a dissenting opinion in a life littered with frustration
let’s try to break the chains just to see if we can
those chains were always there, a guarantee that you comply
that’s the thing they don’t tell you, we live under their thumb
resist the mad men’s dream of unrestrained authority
live the life you want to live – no one fucking answers you
live the life you want to live – don’t be afraid, there’s no one there
live the life you want to live – emancipate, stay in control
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This Means War (Again)
01:46
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the murderers hide behind the call for peace
until faithfulness erupts into redemptive violence
this means war - a shortcut to self-worth. It’s catharsis
this means war – let them see the blood is not cheap
images of prophet thugs, the spirit fades so fast
a well-rehearsed death cult, redemption without god
this means war - a shortcut to self-worth. It’s catharsis.
this means war – let them see the blood is not cheap
outrage and aggression is an intoxicating prospect for the powerless
this means war - a shortcut to self-worth. It’s catharsis
this means war - the blood is not cheap
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Unwanted
03:26
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there is no room for compassion, there is no turning back from the lessons that you’ve taught. it’s every man for himself.
this country’s yours and you determine who gets in
tears of sympathy for their tragedy as long as it’s not in your fucking backyard
detained, processed, and locked away. lay down policies of contempt
to calm the seething populace. problem contained
there is no voice that doesn’t count, this life seems like a punishment to those who don’t belong
sum the human costs, just what is your word worth
there is no room for this human tide of misery.
slam the door into their face and bar them from what you already have
they come for freedom, not your jobs
there is no voice that doesn’t count. this life seems like a punishment to those who don’t belong
it’s access denied
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Run With The Hunted
01:27
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Arm Your Spirit
02:15
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in a free world with closed gates there’s no choice but to participate
in the rat races of life or to stand up and fight
burn the lies. let the truth rise. arm yourself
burn the lies. let the truth rise. break the peace
god is a trap; or can they fill the void with bliss by turning water into piss?
taught not how but what to think, indoctrinate the vulnerable
burn the lies. let the truth rise. arm yourself
burn the lies. let the truth rise. tear it down in defense of autonomy
they won’t hesitate to sacrifice any rank and file
they set the place and time for you to die
the world burns and we drawing lines into the sand
burn the lies. let the truth rise. arm yourself
burn the lies. let the truth rise. or they win by default
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Days Of Rage
02:47
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there was no one else when you crossed the line to hell
just you behind a wall of contempt
behold the legacy, it’s a fucking tragedy
the voices that you tried to drown won’t fade away
spring in Syria, days of rage
protesters pay in blood for the war they waged
no turning back for you, these are the last days
spring in Syria, a regime falls
it’s taking down with it ten thousand lives
no turning back for you, these are the last days of rage
just how long until justice will be served?
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