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lyrics for upcoming lp from inimical records:

TASTE OF ANNIHILATION
i'm perpetually overdrawn
fees that cannot be repaid
sucking my tired life dry
now just waiting to decompose
into tomorrow's dust.
can’t even afford this dying flesh
at this point debating
what to do seems futile
but this time they won't get
another goddamn cent.
saccharine greed is unquenchable
so i’ll bring my balance
back up to zero
with a thousand bricks
and a million molotovs!
no more blacking out at the blood bank.
nothing civil about civilization
time to taste sweet annihilation
cannot assimilate me!
cannot ever stop me!
someday i’m gonna burn every
bank in this town to the fucking ground
it’s just business as usual and
i’m the entrepreneur of demolition!

SLAVE TRADE
the higher they build this
sacred pyramid of greed
the harder the ceo will fall
into the waste behind the factory!
no one will have time to drag him out
during a 14 hour work day
starving the doves of squalor
swallowing the cum of nafta
in the waste behind the factory.
or will he find protection from the police?
while we stand on the corner flying a sign and flag
patriotism to the accomplices of our poverty
or a deluded hope for a good outcome and security
have the ruins of the past taught us nothing?
our signs read "god is the king of heaven and earth;
homeless and hungry; anything helps."
if god is our king why has he put us here
to rot on the streets, getting harassed by police?
and what does this say about leaders?
they feed their little pigs well enough
and where will this modern slave trade lead?
while we writhe in the waste behind the factory.
if the ceo is our god
are the police his angels?
reminding us we’re not welcome here
but at least we have a place in heaven
too bad there is a cover charge to get in
seal shut the borders while politely
kicking open the door for free trade.
someday will we take action?
will the ceo meet his assassins?
and when will we start sending pigs to heaven
so they can be with their king.

BREAD OR LEAD
now it’s time to die with your king!
what’s the use of life if you're told how to live it?
what good is equality if you're told how to use it?
the goal is made exclusionary
when it’s program is force-fed!
autonomy is evolution
vanguardism is self-enslavement!
che was deceived by his own king
yet today he’s celebrated in every possible commodity.
the goal is made exclusionary
when it’s program is force-fed!
anarchy is evolution
vanguardism is self-enslavement!
a humble martyr
whose revolution was stolen
his heartfelt words
became his executioners’.
we share a forgotten vision
evolving past state repression!
now we say his words
not for fidel but for true revolution!
bread or lead!
-a bourgeois brat with extensive access to resources of unlimited propaganda managed to deceive an entire revolution and turn it’s most dedicated organizers into victims. fidel crushed the anarcho-syndicalist revolution in cuba with state communism and took all the credit for the very uprising which his victims set about. before becoming a soviet slogan, “bread or lead” was coined by roig san martin, a cuban anarchist –one of many to be murdered by fidel’s army. now we say these words not for fidel, not for stalin, not for totalitarian communism, but for those who fought for equality, autonomy, and anarchy. we say these words for roig san martin and all of the anarchists and libertarian communists who were executed or imprisoned unjustly in the name of state communism. we say fuck no to state control!

INCISIONS
a twisting sort of consciousness
so carefully executed
incision upon incision
and when the bruises heal on the inside...
incision upon incision
we still won’t forget how it feels to be dead.
wish i could have been there to stop it from happening
i feel so compelled to slip into that world of permanence
in the dimension of forever
paintings made from bones and ash.
or have you and I been there all along?
(behind curtains in the black lodge)
and are we sorry for anything we’ve done?
this life is of fragile glass
it’s been pressed onto limited vinyl
and the edges are so fucking sharp
their hands will get cut on the way to the turntable.
we have the integrity to burn that veil of control
or have we all grown too comfortable?
how can we cope with a time limit like this?
this should be the day we quit giving in!
these deadlines for existence...
these deadlines - they must be stopped.
how can we cope with a time limit like this?
this is the day we quit giving in!

TIME TO DISINTEGRATE
greet this stereotype then disintegrate it
a rise above such relentless repression
walking contradiction to their disposition
ours is a public display of affliction.
the core molds the shell and vice versa
bitterness dresses us like an
absent mother would an orphan
abomination!
can not smother this venal smile
this smile of concentrated sickness
causing unsubtle suspicions every day
at an exponential rate.
tear apart what they convey
kiss what they discriminate
the public grit their teeth
fucking affliction!
the numbers are in and
it’s not looking so good for you
to say the least, optimism is the disease
make no mistake, we hold no illusions
for even the slightest positive outcome
what’s made to be broken can never be fixed,
only smashed.

VACATION
pay no mind to us
we’re just pretending that
we can afford to be here with you.
the recession made it possible
your empty resort is evidence
the middle class is going extinct.
we’re the poorest mother fuckers
at your economy's funeral.
this is our vacation
bathing in our own blood.
i know our kind makes you nervous
but don't worry, you won't see us at the country club
we spent the last of the money we saved
all year long just to be here for a week.
besides, we don't meet the dress code
we're the poorest mother fuckers
at your economy's funeral.
this is our vacation
bathing in our own blood.
it's our fate to always take the fall
for your white collar crimes
the concept of tomorrow has
simply ceased to exist.
now we’re out of food so i'm gonna eat glass
and kiss you with the fucking shards!
would you like directions to the funeral?
perhaps we can make it a double,
we'll let you drown in this blood you have shed.

SUCH APOLOGIES ARE OBSOLETE
the tighter the grip, the faster we slip
so afraid to lose what is so dear
we hold on so tight, too fucking tight!
tradition of inhibition force-fed from birth
never challenged, never questioned
hearts cracked open and imprisoned
with a lack of reasonable justification
never seeing past corrupt religious boundaries
and i refuse to bow before all your judgements.
such apologies are obsolete
our obedience ensures defeat.
obligatory dishonesty feeds distrust
a diatribe of guilt to hide mutual suffocation
shut your eyes nice and tight and
disregard any concept you can’t grasp.
such apologies are obsolete
your intolerance ensures defeat.
i never want to own you
i’m just doing your devil’s work to be
rewarded with persecution
what will the community think?
like we ever cared anyways?
and i’m not fucking sorry
such apologies are obsolete.

PIPE DREAM
the boss is dead
we run this place now,
and with less flaws
than before.
profits made from
blood and desperation
consider it inheritance
now it's ours to burn.
a life forever on loan
energy, time and health
squandered and stamped onto paper
so one man could gorge himself.
demolition now!
"our banners read only:
behold your future executioners!" *
there are more parasites
tangible and revocable
existing in our dimension
they can be brought down too.
we are your future executioners!
(quote * by lucy parsons)

"we must be dreaming" ep (inkblot; to be released in july, 2010)

LIFETIME GUARANTEE
an innocent life is stamped out
and whatever small amount
of trust we once had
has been extinguished by
intimidation and threats
stemming from generations
of testosterone imbalance.
police brutality is jock mentality
ejaculating ego, power trip orgy
it's a lifetime guarantee.
thugs with badges, guns and sticks
to replace their steroid-shriveled dicks
they hold no regrets
for the rich bastards they protect.
a license for invoking class war
fighting poverty by killing the poor.
corrupt police keeping the peace
by enforcing silence with an iron fist
the betrayed hearts of the homeless
hold the cure for state violence.
taste your own medicine
take it in the face
a world of hate you helped create
it's self inducive slavery to support the police state!

WE MUST BE DREAMING
we must be dreaming
for clinging to what little hope
is left for pondering
a future void of greed.
we must be dreaming
*don't stop believing
we must be dreaming
*hold on to that feeling
our propaganda is with no apologies
idealism is just another word for hope
we must be dreaming for wanting
to taste that sweet sedition
for facing every human's
responsibilities and needs
while the news, so condescending
pretends to define anarchy.
we must be dreaming and it's only fair
since we literally live in the clouds, surrounded by despair
calling it a pipe dream is your cop out
being fucking free is not a privilege, it's your responsibility!

THE ELEGANT DANCE OF WORLD DESTRUCTION
sometimes people mutter things
making decisions before they even think
when the words are spoken, the damage is done
and all you can do is apologize
to anyone you might have hurt…
but by then it’s sometimes too late
especially when actions have been taken
and bad decisions have been made and
the ones you hurt are now dead
and your words have been recorded
and replayed to the nation again and again.
and you know the entertainment value
of your astounding stupidity
would be enormous if it weren’t
for your position of power.
so next time those cameras are rolling
think before you fucking speak
think before you fucking act
think before you fucking vote
or better yet, think before you run for office!
because you know, I’d really hate
to be your assassin.

"murderers among us" ep (poisoned candy; 2009)

HELLO TO OBLIVION
immaculate conception in your brain
label yourself insane
where is your cure?
label yourself pure.
how about insecure
how about obscure
your life is an abstract blur.
like sweet dragon-tails of fire
a truth you must inspire
because to feed that perpetual lie
such solutions are problems in disguise
adding to that fucking fire.
these lives are covered with a
painting different from all others
their delicacy: a grey old photo
of crimson lips arguing over a death
let's spend our entire lives
contemplating our own demise.
what a painful eulogy
never in our lives have we
owed ourselves such
a great apology.
the furnished sin brought out
through our lives is a
symbol of endurance
against religious hierarchy.
goodbye to the liars
hello to the truth
now we shake hands
with the bloody
and say hello to oblivion.
when i am asked if i believe in god
i reply "no, and it's for his own good."

BLEEDING TONGUES
how much blood must be shed
before we decide they've gone too far?
how many loved ones will we lose
before we are also lost?
and would you expect others
to view this in comfort?
continuing to take life for granted
how do we fuck up for so long?
we mourn our losses but what of theirs?
don't they have families? or have our soldiers killed them too?
there is no one left but don't go find out why
in a premeditated end only the wealthy survive
and you know we were never invited
to their party, now is the time to crash it!
we've kept our mouths shut in this town for too long
time for you to hear the insipid truth
about your perfect little innocent flag of freedom
the freedom to sacrifice a civilian family
to an imperialist deity
while our tongues are still bleeding!
soon it will be your turn to meet their god
and you will certainly fucking deserve it
because you refuse to hear that insipid truth
no matter how often we scream it.
what will it take for the masses to finally
find the fucking courage to write their own destiny?

HOPE LEXICON
some call it extinction
i call it execution!
we must say with them:
"hope is our profession"! *
if they are to succeed or even survive
i fear they will need to grow wings
to escape the damage of neo liberal betrayal.
when we sleep at night their dead dream with us.
some call it extinction
i call it execution!
we must say with them:
"hope is our profession"! *
generations of indigenous families
are forcefully evicted
their life, culture and dignity
still on the verge of destruction.
some call it extinction
i call it execution!
we must stand beside them
we must say with them:
"everything for everyone, for ourselves nothing!" *
if they are to succeed or even survive
i fear they will need to grow some fucking wings
when we sleep at night their dead dream with us.
(quote * by marcos, ezln)

MURDERERS AMONG US
it's an "offer to make you an individual"
translation: you are expendable
your conceit is needed on the front line!
but ignorance is not bliss when it's fatal!
school pride matures to nationalism
football trains for militarism
recruiters target the youth in the slums
to bribe the most naïve and desperate.
the poor are tricked to worsen their position
at the mercy of a blood thirsty system
the perpetrators of such extreme power
surely belong in the graves of their soldiers!
an "offer to make you an individual"
translation: you are expendable
ignorance is not fucking bliss
when you are lying dead on the battlefield
but at least you are not alone.
sanctions proved to be murderous
yet they remained in place
children's hopes and dreams are crushed to oblivion
by starvation and disease and explosives and bullets and poison
and now it's your turn to have a drink!
they offer to make you an individual
translation: you are expendable
ignorance is not bliss
when it's fucking fatal
marine corps = misled whores!

"s/t" demo cd/cassette (tomorrow belongs to us/ poisoned candy; 2009)

PANDORA'S POISON
how fed up can we become?
when will we fucking break open?
pain painted retinas, two beads of anti-bliss
too bitter, too stubborn to run from those fists
eager for intuition and starving to death
shed my innocence but the skin wasn't dead
expressions soak through like blood
the kind they want to suck from my heart
thought we had a taste of that love
only for a moment, now it's all dried up
expressions soak through like blood
the kind they want to suck from my throat
thought we had a taste of that love
just for a moment, now it's all dried up
a piñata filled with disease and nerve damage
and a pandora's box full of poisoned candy
hungry for a revelation and starving to death
shed my innocence but the skin wasn't dead
they finally saw the light but i think it made them blind
i lay awake at night wondering if you and i have died
we finally saw the light but maybe it made us blind
there's something lost deep inside…
expressions soak through like blood
the kind they want to suck from my heart
thought we had a taste of that love
our nerves, will they ever be calm?