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Mt Dew

admin — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 20:20:58 +0000

OK Mister media relations, hired & fired in the space of a sentence, and
somewhere in between you bounced back at me, I can’t believe the garbage
you tried to push for a full time job, I won’t say I told you so just
beware of salesmen bearing gifts that amount to a whole lot less than what
you threw away has the backlash even started the way the shit was coated we
may never know how much damage was done

Footbound and Hobbled

admin — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:05:17 +0000

The day is coming when doctors will clip off thumbs the same way they snip off
little boys’ foreskins the day is coming when hospitals will be obliged to
douse newborn eyes with lye the day is coming when all tongues are sheared to
spare this nation the vicious slander of a few bad apples and we will all
march towards tomorrow footbound & hobbled

Murder The Sons Of Bitches!!!

admin — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 19:19:56 +0000

Here comes another round of deploy and deter more strong words for bullshit
that doesn’t work levers pulled for pulling levers while grown adults stand &
applaud stronger measures home security is taken on faith as larger apparatus
slowly slides in to place!!!! No bells toll when lights dim in prison halls
no tears slip when solemn state duty calls just you wait until you get in the
way murder the sons of bitches make them pay for their victims pain this may
not always work but by god they’ll never do that again & the flesh still works
up until the switch is thrown but the state lives on long after its cells are
gone just you wait this is how it starts.

Set Your Am Dial For White Empowerment

admin — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 20:20:48 +0000

Rush Limbaugh’s on the air again proving they’re all guilty until proven…
When he hits the captive rush hour they’ll be laughing right along. Aunt &
uncle tune the radio in make my cousins in the car listen so someday they’ll
be able to distinguish white from wrong. As they scramble, ramble…
Scrambling from the cities too, Newark Detroit L.A. as a cue to the gun permit
suburbs swelling on the edge of any town. And on the radio callers have a
catch in their throats, maybe some tiny hint of some growing alarm as they
scramble, scramble, ramble… House to house drag brown faces into the shit.
And on the radio white folks call up to joke so fed up with this liberal
government, set your am dial for white empowerment

Organ Of Hope

admin — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 18:18:36 +0000

The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to
forgive us wretched insects if only we’d learn how to get in line there’s
still room on the cross for the sheep of the flock there’s still space
available to join the angels at the trough & no one knows how much you’ve
suffered Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) I’m not related
to the guilt flesh that repents I turn my back on the burning heart that farts
obedience purity is shit evil is virtue gfffggft blaggga bdhg & and no one’s
suffered quite like you Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him)
servant or slave the balance always works out the same pray for me shepard me
because I won’t die for your sins won’t drink your blood won’t eat your flesh
won’t share your victory over sin & death don’t repent the end has come and
gone

By The Throat

admin — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 22:22:05 +0000

I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line I
want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws
they cling to so deeply with sharp insecure claws I don’t care about your
routine I refuse to fall in with the disarmed machines I don’t give a fuck
how hard you are don’t care about your incentives or your values If only I
could make the gesture real if only I could grab you all by the throat

Poland

admin — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 13:13:24 +0000

We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their
bed as the special guests of honor you’ve been at the factory for hours
already don’t worry we’ll lock the door when we leave for the border what
we know is from the world of soundchecks and gas money and maybe a few tales
from warmer climates where we were once paid well and I can’t stand to think
of all the bastards that are coming to sleep on your floor

Jock Gestapo

admin — Mon, 14 Aug 2006 16:16:20 +0000

Jock gestapo shouting from trucks spitting on beating down those who strayed
shitting on beating in those who stayed who would not be crushed by the
offensive line’s weight jock gestapo jock gestapo jock gestapo and apple pie
ignorance locker rooms coaches and guards fists fly weirdos cower in these
halls specimen machines evil and lean defenders tackles for an american dream
jock gestapo and apple pie time insects wounds fester here comes the train
rail them to death

Sendero

admin — Fri, 04 Aug 2006 00:00:41 +0000

Last years lives lie in state but there’s no damage assessment from this far
away this is not another proxy war no this is something different & somehow
worse and this is not another revolutionary joke tailored for your armband
jargon & your armchair support because now this side’s gone to pieces and
this side’s fallen apart and in between there’s all the human beings wearing
their own brains and soaked in blood this is your clenched fist this is your
shining path self destruct

Nine Years Later

admin — Thu, 29 Dec 2005 22:22:15 +0000

Nine years into the future and we’re still counting the dead and the dying
Still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still
believing of a peace and prosperity of a peace with a hundred thousand
executed by disease of a prosperity with millions living on the streets and
I’ve got to wonder what the fuck its going to take can it be undone can we
stem the tide of violence or are we gonna sit back relax and watch tv while
the “have nots” get their heads kicked in keep counting the policies that
failed and the lies that worked they worked we swallowed them down deep
swallowed them whole

Mary and Child

admin — Wed, 14 Dec 2005 02:02:55 +0000

Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid
down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet
butchers in business as advertised from a bullhorn and the all knowing man
has set up his make-believe graveyard with tiny white crosses for millions of
make-believe souls someday I’d like to see a cross set up for a real live
human being who bled to death to maintain the sanctity of mary mary & child
scream the bigots who couldn’t care less about human life obey their self-
righteous lies while your sisters & daughters die all decisions are final your
body is forbidden

Born Against Are Fucking Dead

admin — Sun, 11 Sep 2005 08:08:44 +0000

Born against are fucking dead that’s what the answering machine said looks
like this is ti!!! They talked one too many shit about the working class and
the government did you hear what those faggots said in some fanzine someone
else read I heard they’re a bunch of spoiled little rich kids who need to get
their asses kicked fucking ingrates! fukcing pussies!! Born against are
fucking dead dead dead born against are fucking dead by order of the post
master general just like the panthers only this time for real because the
feds have tapped their telephone

Test Pattern

admin — Mon, 30 May 2005 19:19:17 +0000

This is the tits and the ass so relax kick back get comfortable
and suck comes in three flavors you might want to try new grape the fight’s
not on ’til ten but it’s gonna be good two niggers gonna beat eachother raw
the new season’s just starting and we’re sure you’ll agree it’s gonna be the
best one yet no need for boredom we’ve got real life adventure with a pounding
hot rock score phone line’s ten bucks a minute with fresh ways to shop in full
stereo live action dramas where the cops beat up real queers hook up the
joystick and you can too don’t wake the neighbors when we take you in the dead
of night

Mount The Pavement

admin — Mon, 28 Feb 2005 04:04:50 +0000

Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean You say you want honesty well it’s
the puppets who pull the strings no one’s got the bottom to our heads and we
still gourge ourselves on the troughs of their pre-fab culture Mount the
pavement lick the pavement clean

Well Fed Fuck

admin — Mon, 22 Mar 2004 17:17:04 +0000

Are you a good team player remember the boss is your best friend kill your
head

Shroud

admin — Sat, 03 Jan 2004 14:14:33 +0000

Where’s your anger where’s their body count they want to know why you fight
when the inside’s rotting out here’s their omission there’s the infection in
between our the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead no alrm sounded no measures
taken the tranquility whispers back shut up and die banished to the margin
with full guilt implied called up from oblivion only when it’s time to count
the hides here’s their omission there’s the infection in between are the
unmarked graves of 100,000 dead cease to exist