REFUSED Freedom LYRICS
Elektra
They've stacked the bodies a thousand high
A carnal monument to touch the sky
They crown the peaks so far estranged
But down in the dirt, nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
Nothing
Nothing
The time has come, there’s no escape
The time has come, there’s no escape
There’s no escape
Into the rabble, the panic seeps
One target hisses, another weeps
They scale the walls, their mind’s deranged
But down in the dirt, nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed
Nothing
Not a thing
The time has come, there’s no escape
Time has come, there’s no escape
There’s no escape
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Old Friends / New War
I clutch the worn out year of my birth
Herded with the herd
I whisper through anemic lips: I was born
And the centuries surround me with fire
Aortas fill with blood to cleanse my head
To clean this feed
Commit to memory failures past and our petty needs
Suppress the crime of time and the names that map our identity
'Cause when the fighting stops our damned souls will rot
We'll never be set free
I'm all out of appeals now
I'm just going to scream now
Old friends / new war
Stuck in an uneven fight
Old friends / new war
Not dumb enough to close my eyes
Old friends / new war
Still dancing to defective rhymes
Old friends / new war
The silence of the herd, apologetic words, is all I ever find
And there's no other choice but to create some noise and sharpen up my mind
'Cause when the cages shrink I'll be the weakest link on every fucking chain
Can never pacify this constant war inside, all the hate and pain
I'm all out of appeals now
I'm just going to scream now
Old friends / new war
Stuck in an uneven fight
Old friends / new war
Not dumb enough to close my eyes
Old friends / new war
Still plotting 'til the end of night
Old friends / new war
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Dawkins Christ
The thought of love triggers lonely hearts
Gladly reaching out just to be a part
So we live to serve, made it into an art
How shallow the soul
How deep the fear
How grave the hunger
To get out of here
Fear and hate keeps us in line
As we climb crosses of our own design
Nails in our flesh, hammers in our minds
Feels like I’ve got
Judas’ heart
Dawkins’ head
Praise the lord
God is Dead
All the brahmin masses they’ll come back again
They’ve got lord Krsna to guide their hand
Gotama’s flock they don’t mind the chains
They know nirvana will end their pain
And the Avestan pupils, the forsakers of druj
They’ll be one with the maker when they’re one with the truth
All of Luther’s children gladly suffer now
They’ll get pie in the sky on the day they die
But what about me
Got no soul to sell
Refused salvation
Did my time in hell
No absolution, no alibis
Just belief and doubt and then we die
We furnish the void with our attempts at lives
I got
Judas’ Heart
Nietzsche’s soul
Dawkins’ cock
In a god-shaped hole
How shallow the soul
How deep the fear
How grave the need
there’s just one way out of here
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Françafrique
Exterminate the brutes
Exterminate all the brutes
Exterminate all the brutes
Exterminate all the brutes
Exterminate all the brutes
Exterminate all the brutes
Exterminate the brutes
Exterminate
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
The colour of the collar trumps the skin
Don't matter what state the state is in
The Congo's wealth will do just fine
With cold war status in decline
Sycophant, cleptocracy
Built on the graves of IDP's
A blanket stitched with national pride
Look beneath it's genocide
Françafrique, françafrique
The Congo basin bleeding still
Françafrique, françafrique
The Congo basin bleeding still
Genocide was Paris will
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
Mobuto Congo pimp and whore
As Paris' puppets guard the door
20 years on the earth still bleeds
9 million less mouths to feed
Hollywood brutality
And race is all we see
The final word on french cuisine
Bokassa's freezer in guide Michelin
Françafrique, françafrique
The Congo basin bleeding still
Françafrique, françafrique
Genocide was Paris will
Françafrique, françafrique
Congo-Belgique
Just another word for genocide [x7]
Just another word, just another word
Just another word for genocide [x4]
Just another word, just another word
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
Exterminate the brutes
Exterminate all the brutes
Exterminate the brutes
Exterminate all the brutes [x8]
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Thought Is Blood
Thought is blood
I am born
I'm reborn
And born a man
Thought is blood
I am born
I'm reborn
And born again
Compulsion rears evokes a view
Provoked again I'm born anew
All dread is blood, a cerebral pest
Imagination never at rest
A storm of doubt awake all night
My blood is gushing to pick a fight
Thought is blood
I am born
I'm reborn
And born again
I've got it connected
I've got it
I've got it connected
I've got it
In my head: war without end
I'm destroyed and born again
A soul of blood reincarnate
Flood my veins, form my fate
Every thought under control
Remap constraints to find a hole
Thought is blood
I am born
I'm reborn
And born again
I've got it connected
I've got it
I've got it connected
I've got it
But never perfected
Thought is blood
I am born
Thought is blood
I'm reborn
The thought of fear is a type of fear
The thought of sex is a type of sex
And when we needed guilt we thought of guilt
And when we needed God we thought of God
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War On The Palaces
I carry history with me
I carry hope
All the nameless faces before us
Let's carry them all
I wanna carry the dead
Wage war on the palaces
You carry judgment and privilege
With morals to spend
Can't see the grids for the structures
You're just one of them
Who talk about freedom and progress
With a corpse in your mouth
You've never tasted the violence
That gave us our rights
How did you think we got here?
You took our gains for granted
You think we stumbled upon them on our way to find ourselves
Let's carry the dead
Wage war on the palaces
Because you know: you'll be judged too
What did you fight for, exactly what did you do?
Let's get rhetorical without going too far
Tell me: who's responsible?
You fucking are
Let's carry the dead
War on the palaces
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Destroy The Man
Out of the dirt and up on our legs
We used to crawl but that's hardly changed
Raped our sisters
Had our way with them
Ruled that we should rule
Called ourselves men
Invented poetry
Impaired it with fame
Killed the poet to usurp his name
Distorted philosophy to further war
Man's greatest feat would enslave us all
Oh, how we love the shackles when we control the chains
Destroy the man
Death to death
Conceived the structures
Made up the rules
To our benefit we defined the tools
Worshipped ourselves and our own kind
Molded history in our design
Let's destroy his story too
Let's destroy and start something new
Destroy the man
Death to death
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366
Struggle with the current
Dragged down into the dark
No reward waiting
No salvation or ark
Unseen borders
To protect the nation state
Sink like stones to the bottom
Not once a white man's fate
One final escape
Deported into the deep
366
Too many heroes for the hull to keep
Upon a heartless sea
Where dreams come to die
Upon a heartless sea
Our willing sacrifice
That's someone's sister
That's someone's son
I've got a sister
I'm someone's son
I want a better life
And I'm not the only one
As the waves come crashing
With the rejected and poor
Bodies upon bodies
They shall overcome no more
So hail to the capital
That will set us free
Free to drown and free to die
To slave eternally
Upon a heartless sea
Where dreams come to die
Upon a heartless sea
Our willing sacrifice
That's someone's sister
That's someone's son
I've got a sister
I'm someone's son
I want a better life
And I'm not the only one
After forcing them to want our lives
We rip the honour from their sacrifice
We close our coffers and we close our eyes
Dragged down by the weight of freedom
Dragged down by the loss of hope
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Servants Of Death
Running into the heart of darkness, eyes sewn tight
Stumbling across the barren fields looking for a little light
Freedom set by violence, control dictated by fear
Running into the heart of darkness with no way out of here
But I can tell there's more to sell
Earth to burn on this road to hell
Servants of death
That's all we get
Running into the heart of darkness thinking that it's ok
Been promised a paradise but a wasteland's coming our way
Self serving psychopaths been poisoning the ground
Running into the heart of darkness, no sign of a trickle down
But I can tell there's more to sell
Earth to burn on this road to hell
Servants of death
Your time will come
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Useless Europeans
Go back to sleep
You've seen all there is to see
You've used up all your freedom
Go back to sleep
You've been all that you can be
A useless European
It's a pretty house
You're a pretty girl
And it's a pretty life that you've got
Outside your pretty walls
There's an ugly world
Where there's no skin left for new scars
We live in houses of glass and our pockets are holes
And there's a worthless currency in the central bank of our souls
Go back to sleep
Dream a new dream
No more Europeans
