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If Corporations are People, Why Won't They Die?

by Albatwitch

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The dogs Of war Are howling All Through The Night   Drums pound for blood   The city is burning bright   A hand from the sky Reaches down to kill The liars have the pulpit Hear the klaxon shrill   And all the weaving Spiders Spin a wretched Web for their hearts and minds and the reaping of the dead   War - a rich mans game   Titans move the pieces Bankers are set to gain The world is on fire Souls set aflame   Salt the earth Salt the earth   Never Ending
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Pin 02:22
Here’s a pin for your lidded eye And a flame for your chained mind. You can’t stop them - crows shall call! You can’t hold it it - rain shall fall! You can’t stop them - tides will raise! You can’t hold it - dams will break! Here’s a pin for your lidded eye And a flame for your chained mind. Time moves on - dust claims dust! Empires fall - iron rusts! Cast of the shackles - nothing lasts! Or die as a slave - all things pass! Here’s a pin for your lidded eye And a flame for your chained mind. Mirrors crack - see yourself! Books fall apart - where’s your god!?! The stone is split - the hour is late! The world turns again - open the gate!
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Now they say corporations are people With all the rights of women and men. Something is broken. Something is wicked. Follow the money and see where it ends. O what evil spell Turns a company to a man? They crush us all under their laws, Take what they want and rape the land. Elections mean nothing, They’re bought and sold; Broken beneath the dead weight of gold. Corporate crimes with millions of victims - A bonus for the C.E.O. Hello Mr. Corporation, In your nice tie and coat. Welcome to the world of humans. Now I’m going to slit your throat.
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Mirror Tower 03:23
Turn the mirrors in So you can see your sin Staring back at you And your sickly grin. Tower of pain! Symbol of reign! Kingdom of shame! Never to return! Blacken the sky! Bruise in my eye! Fall now and die! Never to return! Crack in the storm! Decay your form! Food for the worm! Never to return! Dust turns to dust! Iron to rust! Your end is just! Never to return! Turn the mirrors ‘round So you can see your mouth Lying back at you With its fetid sounds. Look upon your own Wicked gaze of stone, Staring back at you, At the top alone. A king without a throne; A lord without a home; Staring back at you - Flesh will become bone.
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O see him crawling there, Snake in the rabbits den. O hear his rattle then. He’s not your friend. Don’t look into his eyes! It’s there that rabbits die And serpents never cry To see their prey caught In the coiled way.
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There are footprints there: Where angels fear to tread. There are leaks in the reactor; The workers lying dead Or dying in a hospital bed; With cancer crawling through their bodies And cancer across the land to spread. What have you done? What have they done? What have we done? Clouds shall rain it on our heads; Floods shall bring it to our beds; Spreading through all we eat; Curling in the air we breathe. There are corpses there: Where angels fear to tread. They laughed at all the warnings, And now they are all dead. Poison wheat makes poison bread. They’ve spoiled all the lands. Now Death is the only reaper With a scythe all in his hands. What have you done? What have they done? What have we done?
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Israel 01:06
As they throw their rocks You are dropping bombs A gross display of force For a plot of land ---------- The head of the snake Holds the masters hand Beholden by guilt For a plot of land -------- War endless war endless greed
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In a tangle of branches; In a twist of thorn; In a knot of weeds; We cannot be seen. In a cloud of mist; In a drift of smoke; In a rising fog; We cannot be found. And now you are lost. The flame has gone out. Darkness like a flood has come into your blood.
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Push a button a world away, Drop your bombs from safety. No such thing as innocents: Everyone’s a terrorist. Support the horror and the war! Support the drones in the sky! Support the death and dismay! Never ever question why! Pile the bones, Mop the blood, Hide the dead In the red flood. What was that child to you? Nothing but a bag of skin. What was his mortal sin That you must cave his skull in? Support the horror and the war! Support the drones in the sky! Support the death and dismay! Never ever question why! Pile the bones, Mop the blood, Hide the dead In the red flood.
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Terror Reign 05:08
We’re all terrorists in their eyes If we don’t say what they like; If we don’t do what we’re told. Stay in line until you grow old Don’t make a sound - don’t make a wave Live in mortal fear of their Terror Reign! Rule by fear! Terror Reign! Who’s the terrorist here? If you are anti-corporate; If you are anti-government; If you are not religious; If you’re environmentalist; It’s all the same to them - enemies of the state There’s no freedom in their Terror Reign! Keep us down! Terror Reign! Who’s the terrorist now? The land of the free is no more. Gone is the home of the brave. Now it’s the land of the afraid And the home of the slave. Fall in line - there’s bills to pay; You have no say in this Terror Reign! Terror Reign! Rule by fear! Terror Reign! Who’s the terrorist here? What have they to gain by keeping us afraid? If you have to ask - It’s already too late! And if you raise your voice - you’re a terrorist too There’s no dissent in their Terror Reign! Keep us down! Terror Reign! Who’s the terrorist now?
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Tell me then, why are you so proud Of a piece of cloth that cannot touch the ground? Bought and sold with gold beyond your reach - And all you give, they will gladly keep. You’d give your life, you proudly cry, Hand over heart and a flag over your eyes. Go to war for their bottom line. Laws not love are your ties that bind, Written by men who will never fight But send the poor uncaring of their plight. You’d give your life, you proudly cry, Hand over heart and a flag over your eyes. An accident of birth is why we’re here. A mother’s cry - not an eagle’s tear. And it’s the same in each and every land, Behind some line drawn by bejeweled hand. You’d give your life, you proudly cry, Hand over heart and a flag over your eyes.
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There is water everywhere And not a drop to drink. There is fire from the faucet And oil in the sink. The rivers are all filthy; The wells are going dry; And acid taints the rain That is falling from the sky. “Job creators” can’t be questioned. They are the new great lords - And we are all peasants Begging at their door. Corporations are now people, And they shit where we eat. They take the corn for fuel And poison all the wheat. Call it freedom. Call it christian. Wrap it in a flag. Call it progress. Call it profit In a plastic bag.
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Monuments 08:10
As I walk the grey fields of the dead, Crossing streams that with blood did run red, Through the dreams that were lost in the smoke By the young men who never awoke, I see stones that still tell of their deeds: Brave the dead in victory or defeat; But no words for those who had no choice: All the poor men not given a voice. See the generals upon their great mounts, Looking solemn and pompous and proud, But let us not forget the bleak truth: Wealthy men making pawns of the youth. And so blow the cold winds of war As they ever have blown before, Upon this and every shore The battle burden falls on the poor. Now I walk the grey fields of the dead, Crossing streams that with blood did run red, Just to spit in a stone general’s eye For all the men he sent off to die.
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Deep within the shadows Await those who decide Status, privilege and power Who will suffer and die? Labor They set the rules Produce More, Acquire less an endless beating until your death Regression Trickles Down The masses made to toil As they make the rules Sold down the river and fed to the wolves We're trapped inside the margins of their madness
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The Sad Reap 02:32
Sow the poison seed. The wind will let it breed And we shall not be freed From the whips that make us bleed. They’ll hold us in their chains, Our lands and crops their claim. Our loss will be their gain ‘Til nothing else remains. So sad the swinging scythe. To harvest we must tithe And buy what nature keeps. Poison sown and reaped.
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No More! 03:15
Faceless pilots raining fire - children dying in our name NO MORE! Horrors hidden from the camera - silence can not hide our shame NO MORE! Laws written by corporations - wars are started at their whim NO MORE! Job Creators - puppet masters - reel the politicians in NO MORE! Making war to make a dollar - wave the flag all in our face NO MORE! Profit: the only god they worship - profit: dooms the human race NO MORE!

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Second full-length of anarcho-experimentalism

tracks 12 and 13 should be gapless, set your playback accordingly.

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released December 9, 2014

Brian Magar, Timothy: everythng

instruments: Banjo, Mandolin, Mandocello, Guitar, Bass, Bells, Harmonium, Shahi Baaja, Djembe, Synth & Drone Machines, Cymbals, Bodhran, Dumbek, Buckets, Cake Tin, Bass Drum, Wood Flute, Whistle, Double Drone Flute, Celtic Harp, Stick Dulcimer, Dulcitar, Guimbri-Banjo, Balalaika, Lute-guitar, Gopichand, Tamboura-Lyre.

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