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germs of empires

by Mortal Ground

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1.
The Terror 02:16
"The Terror" It’s the tear gas that rained down on Lafayette It’s the other side of freedom they want to forget It’s the difference between vandalism and violence It’s motherfuck your rebel flag, motherfuck your blue line It’s the next generation being even bolder It’s Ahed Tamimi bitch slapping a soldier It’s an open air prison they try to obscure It’s bombs droppin not stopping the Gaza Parkour It’s a jackbooted corpse It’s the worms bated breath It’s Lyudmila’s crosshairs, our lady of death It’s tents to make money but never to sleep It’s the Green revolution It’s Occupy Wall Street It’s the hell on Earth that fills a boat with refugees It’s knowing the enemy arrives by a limousine It’s what was seen by Namir Noor-Eldeen It’s what was said by Farea Al-Muslimi It’s those who know don’t tell, and those that tell never knew It’s a Hong Kong hotel and a Rubik’s cube It’s a burning field and a broken machine It’s the warnings unheeded of the Captain Swing It’s the fear of the night sky that hosts a Night Witch It’s 10,000 tons at the end of a broomstick It’s South Central cocaine, now where’s Gary Webb? It’s suicide by 2 in the back of the head It’s the unsheltered, unmedicated, un-everything else It’s the fear of death predicated on not being in hell It’s the confident smile turned thousand-yard stare When it’s our turn we make no excuse for the terror
2.
"We Are The Front Line" The propaganda gets worse every day I close my eyes, it never goes away All alone in the same room All we know is how to consume Now wisdom is doing what you're told Beauty is what can be posted and sold There’s people on the streets at insane rates While billionaires ride dicks in outer space And they ain't talking class in class So Dr. Fuckface get your head out your ass And you can vote, but not against the banks The killer cops ride around in tanks Paying off school til the end of your life And that day comes when your coverage is denied We are the front line - Like it or not We are the front line - We're all that we've got We are the front line -No turning back We are the front line - And we're all under attack It rips the flesh It breaks the bone Knees on the neck Flags on the tombstone A choking death Futures foreclosed And we got no virgin birth to show Still the sight of unseen scars Still the sound of unheard cries Still suffering in the dark Still knowing it’s all fucking lies Before the war to end all wars We weren't stackin bodies on foreign shores Bernays ways of brainwashing scores Well qui tacet consentire videtur And Creel didn't end there, it evolved The New York Times, Fox, Hollywood all Became heads of the hydra that serve corporate power Minute after minute, hour after hour Now there's no one to talk about climate change There's no one to question the wars they wage It's all class war And we're losing Do what you can Make it more than music We are the front line - Like it or not We are the front line - We're all that we've got We are the front line -No turning back We are the front line - And we're all under attack
3.
"Freeland Whippet (In Memory of James Burns)" Loud and proud, the big mans here And you better show him love or you're gonna show him fear See, Jimmy was a sinner more than a saint If you don't know, I'm not gonna say Freeland Whippet hat on a mountain of a dude Wherever he went he was the smartest in the room The way that Jimmy saw it, laws were made for the breaking And this whole damn world was his for the taking But something happened He had it, until he didn't Words unfinished, life diminished Tubes in the spine The worst way to find lifes a fire and we're all Burning I'd give it all to never get that call You had it all and now it's all gone Your family and our whole crew would do anything for you You had it all and you threw it all away, why? See what they don't tell you growing up is that the most gifted throwing everything away isn't rare, it's not uncommon. It's the most common bullshit you will ever see. And you will see it, over and over, again and again until it loses it’s meaning and you realize it's just tears in the ocean, and we're all drowning Fuck the police, smoke em with the 6 44 loaded like the subs with the chips Knocking Joel out cold Through the window And the wall Smokin I in the Monte Rockin the Renault Magic cards, pick up football and fights Those never ending legendary nights So cheers, fuck face! We'll see you soon And we're all real sorry 'bout the priest at your funeral
4.
"Say Goodnight" I'm in the spirit of John C Woods, laughing at fascists suffocating in black hoods Backwoods backwards, end of the rope Floorboards to the face that they found in the gallows I'll send your Richard Spencer crying to his mom Fucked around and found DC run like Hayes Pond Ice cold, ex-lax the shitlist Turn yellow Fred Perry red Never leaving a witness So what are you proud of? Being born? Waiving a traitor flag? Losing a war? So what are you scared of? Why are you here? Because I've been hearing a lot of talk All I see is fear Out here with your high cholesterol, wal-mart tactical A gun that you're not gonna use Me and my girl yelling at your 40 deep Never heard a damn peep None of us are scared of you Say goodnight I'm in the spirit of John C. Woods laughing at fascists suffocating in black hoods I'm in the mind of big man Szilard, ghost wrote the note that pulled your card See, you're Harrison Ford but I'm Indiana Jones and these boots were made for stomping nazi bones I'm in the form of an M4 too late for peace I'm made for war
5.
Animal 03:48
"Animal" Modern genocide Courage commodified War crimes justified Star-spangled hospital bombing Sell your soul for black gold Please the line Military contract Kids dead on contact In the mirror what looks back? As you climb that bloodstained corporate ladder Sell your soul for black gold Please the line You sold your soul There’s a reason to kill There’s a reason to die There’s an animal in a cage, do you know what side? There’s a reason to bomb There’s a reason to lie There’s an animal in a cage, do you know what side?
6.
Fight Song 02:48
"Fight Song" When Damian was 12 years old Playing football was his whole world Every day A little brick wall Got something to say He said it playing ball Putting giants on their back One day a sore loser kicked him in the sack D grabbed his balls and started to shout That’s all the ref heard and he kicked Damey out The kid laughed Damian burned Next season he returned They brought him three stretchers, Damian filled em Coach Henry said “Damey block em don’t kill em!” All that you can do is rise above Because the world’s been fair to you Sometimes that bullshit’s not enough Grandpa Jack was king of the ring He was a sailor who beat up marines Whoever wherever, didn’t give a fuck Built like a church mouse hit like a truck One day he couldn’t understand Why every punch felt like getting stabbed Through bloodshot eyes Pop looked up And saw the other guy had a nail in his glove Men accustomed to uneven scales Tend to be harder than nails He didn’t tell the ref, he didn’t call it off Pop beat him so bad that his ear came off The games never gonna be fair, don’t expect anyone to care But you put a fire in a quiet one and motherfucker you better beware They’ll degrade you, humiliate you, anything to intimidate you Berate you, take from you, anything they can to break you Stand up And fight
7.
"Piece of Iron" And I’ll be emotionless as the cattle to the slaughter And I’ll be as strong as the bough before it breaks And I’ll only express anger like my father, and his father And I’ll ignore the toll that all this takes And I will learn the value of suffering in silence And I will be a man, and a man never cries And I won’t question the beauty of violence I’ll be the mineshaft canary before it dies And as I burned inside the fire, I found out I’m not a piece of iron Don’t tell me how the fuck to deal with abuse because the ones who talk shit are the ones who never knew I’ve seen the baddest easily bested, I’ve seen the tough guys who have never been tested You don’t need anything you don’t need anyone and the trauma gets passed onto your daughters and your sons So much to say about what everybody’s been through, we looked around nobody saw you Where were you? Where the fuck were you? We all burn inside the fire No one heres a piece of iron
8.
"Heart of Darkness" Heart of darkness The moral terror The dream, the nightmare, the horror We all wear a different mask We all have our own reasons The closer it is to the skin The more intense the darkness beneath it The nightshade prefers the darkness Or is it the absence of light? Do we want peace and harmony Or just no one putting up a fight? And if it’s all a dream and nothing matters Would you really want to know? Because we live exactly how we dream Alone We beat on the beaten the broken and weaken by virtue of being born We deal the defeated, dying, diseased death or deference unadorned It’s the words that cheat us It’s the judgement that defeats us And we’re all fucking guilty

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released December 5, 2021

Engineered, Mixed & Mastered by Len Carmichael, Landmine Studios, New Jersey USA

2021 Domestic Terror Records (DT-002) domesticterrorrecords.bandcamp.com

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