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Ruins
01:26
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Crawl outta holes and climb out of basements
And take your first steps out into The Wastelands
Monuments that couldn’t stand
Destroy!
Rebuild again and again and again and again and again
The planners made their plans
What could have, what should have been
The land that time forgot
Began reclaiming
The land that turned to lots
The last remaining
Evidence of the existence of man
He shaped his world with stone and steel
Watched it turn to sand
It slipped right through our hands
Rise up reclaim your ruined earth
Destroy/rebuild again!
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Manufactured Distraction
03:07
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The only thing that every one of us has in common
Is that we all will die
Tonight, tomorrow, it makes no difference
So many paths left to unfold
Too many parables to be told
Why even try explaining
Common senses to the deaf, blind and dumb?
What do they feel when there’s nothing to be won?
Trying to rise against the setting of the sun
But all you ever do is squabble over how disparate their lives,
Their beliefs, are from yours
Exclusive like Star-Bellied Sneeches
Engorged blood sucking leeches
Attached to the limbs of the shambling dead
Reliant on sustenance provided
Blinders on
They never realize that without us they’d shrivel up and die
The history of the passed
Outweighs all this pettiness
Understand the deceased are in the majority
What’s with all this hostility?
Why even try explaining
Common senses to the deaf, blind and dumb?
What do they feel when there’s nothing to be won?
Trying to rise against the setting of the sun
A frigid chill hits the streets
And petrifies our bones
Where the end lies
Nobody knows
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Zealots
02:49
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Brothers and sisters
The time has come
Rejoice!
The rapture has now begun
We faithful few
Committed to The Word
Soon the bombs will drop
And take us home
Gather round my loyal children
God’s wrath is at hand
A wave of destruction
Shall erase the sins of man
Time for ascension
Prepare your souls
Our righteousness prevails
Our vigilance against the heathens will be rewarded
Amidst the obliteration, we will rise triumphant
Gather round my loyal children
God’s wrath is at hand
A wave of destruction
Shall erase the sins of man
Time for ascension
Prepare your souls
Our righteousness prevails
Let the sinners burn
In eternal fire
We will watch with glee
From up on high

One moment of painful bliss
And all earthly troubles will be swept away
Face your faith!
Embrace the end!
Only moments now...
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Suffocating
Supply of oxygen running low
The sight before my eyes
Defied description
We heard the garbled transmitted reports
But the mushroom clouds were the final confirmation
No planet left
Claustrophobia setting in
Survival unlikely
I’ve eaten all the rations
I think I’m losing my mind
Do I risk re-entry
Or perish in the dark?
Die slow or die like the others?
Can I pilot this thing alone?
Our mission was so simple
How did it come to this?
There’s no way we could have prepared for this situation
I couldn’t take the easy way out
And if I manage to get out alive
The stench of their bodies will haunt me forever
Suit up, let’s finish this now
Before I fall to this madness
Am I doomed to drift through the vacuum?
I could be the last man alive
No other option
I have only death to fear
Hands grip the controls
I’m coming home!
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The circle track we’re running’s all blood and dust
Our feet are draggin’ but we’re digging ruts
The whip's cracking gives me hope because
It means that someone else still gives a fuck
Eyes wide as you race the sun
Feeling tired, yea, you’ve just begun
That sick feeling in your gut again
Look left and throw it up again
Keep moving or the whip will win
It’s sure as hell beaten better men
Torment their minds so that they know not what they do
Gouge out their eyes so that they see not where they go
Stuck in perpetual motion
Time stands still
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The Motesharrei Report
03:25
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Tensions are rising
No one trusts each other
Your money buys nothing
Famine, poverty, and war
This isn’t working any more
The violence grew
At first, no one knew
The depths to how far they’d go
When their backs were against the wall
Futile prayers in every language
Hurled toward the sky
“What could we have done different?!”
The news stirred the paranoia
Exacerbated by the lies
We tore each other apart
Animalistic tendencies
Escalated tactics
And mathematic contingencies
The privileged learned through social media
Some countries rioted in the streets
Others knew nothing
But in the end,
No one was spared
Our fate was intertwined
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