released October 28, 2019

Bart/Arne Smeels
Molot Rage
Dani Alvarez
Stose
Ophelius
Graeme MacKinnon
Shannon Thompson
Bryan Lothian

vocals recorded in
-Goes, Zeeland, Netherlands
-St. Petersburg, Leningrad, Russia by Aleks Semenov
-Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico by Pako Ramirez
-New York, New York, USA
-Douglasville, Georgia, USA
-Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
-Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA

music recorded in The Cave
Somerville, Massachusetts, USA
1-5 released 10/28/19, mastered by Nick Cahalane
6+7 released 1/8/21, mastered by Ryan Wohlleber

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MISTAKEN LOVE
One half already done
The other still to start
Words come in as screams
While whispered in my ear
isn’t it confusing
No its completely clear

Mistaken love for fear

One side cold as ice
The other has a heart
Again I did return
But I was never there
Isn’t it confusing
It’s completely clear

Mistaken love for fear

No mind - No heart
No end - No start
No love - No hate
No goal - No fate
No hope - No dreams
No love - No fear

Mistaken love for fear

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вражина
Власть наделила тебя мощной силой,
В беззащитных стреляешь «красиво»
Выродок в маске кретина
ОМОНовец-гопник,вражина!

Произвол твоих действий лишь трусость
Ты раб государства,лишь мусор
«Защита» с лицом беспредела
Честных граждан держа под прицелом

ACAB All Cops Are Bastards
Фашисты в погонах,бандитские пасти!

Люди выходят с протестом по праву
Гордо бороться за правду
Но ты бьешься дубиной с позором
Лишь толпой усмирив непокорных

Настанет то время,мы сможем
Прорвать паутину страданий
Справедливость восторжествует!
Бороться мы не перестанем!

pigs in shit, squeal with happiness
pepper-spraying your face
police state on the take
and they get paid to beat your brain into the pavement when you don’t obey
what corporate lords dictate
but they’d do it for free
they’d do it for free
‘cause their hearts beat to bully the weak and flex authority

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NADIE
No he logrado encontrar
Una persona en la que pueda confiar
No he logrado encontrar
Un espacio en donde pueda soñar
No, no, no se a donde ir
No, no, ya no se quien soy
No, no, no se a donde ir
No, no, nononoo
Voy tratando de dejar atrás
Todas las cosas que robaron mi felicidad
Voy tratando de dejar atrás
Todos los recuerdos que me dañan
No se quieren largar
No, no, no se a donde ir
No, no, ya no se quien soy
No, no, no se a donde ir
No, no, nononoo
Nadie en quien confiar
Nadie en quien confiar
Nadie en quien confiar

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THREADBARE
Chewed up, spit out
Pulling out my hair
drilled into the stone
So many times I’m threadbare
Use me, all up
All without a care
I’m stripped down, exposed
And now I stand here threadbare
Throw me, away
Yeah, I’m worse for wear
But open up your eyes and see
It’s you that left me threadbare
Kill the, small talk
tension caused a tear
Ears bleeding from bigotry
Finding dignity’s rare
Shut it, all down
All beyond repair
conditioned to live
With our foot inside of a snare
Rip it, all up
Set fire to the air
Trample on tradition and
Wake us from this nightmare

I’ve told myself
A thousand lies
To cover up
What I despise
See the truth
Within my eyes
I wanna be the one
You brutalize

You’ve broken me down
Once again
Your appearance now
Foe, not friend
I take these hits
While on the mend
Starting to break
Where I thought I would
Bend.

I feel the hate
Deep in my bones
Judgmental gaze
From Christian clones
If a single stone
Must be thrown
Let it be at the ones who
Occupy the throne.

Look at him
No he’ll never ever win
Stained by sin
He gets under your skin
Sex for money
And he’s sleeping with men
Burned it on a whim
now he’s just a has been
Oh no, no, now he’s just a has been
Oh no, no, now he’s just a has been

Wake us up
From this hell
We tried to climb
But we only fell
Our value’s more
Than what we sell
But our current state
Makes it hard to tell


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LAST TRAGEDY
rise and shine, waste of time
greasy job, waste of time
talked down to like an adolescent
fuck it all, burn it ‘til it’s candescent
parents hope, life’s joke
living life, free and broke
unfaithful spouse and worthlessness
in love with death but miss her kiss
family life, thick as blood
still can’t escape the mental flood
my friend lonesome is unconditional
you can’t be yourself, not one individual
hate and anger, thick as thieves
the things you’ve been through
no one believes
she once said ‘be happy I met her’
one thing I do know is dead is better

skeletons in the closet,
the ashes in the urn
she seeks attention elsewhere
when will we ever learn?

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat

tortured soul, shattered mind
looking for something I will never find
don’t do what I’m told, do what I feel
society thinks I let Satan take the wheel
do or die, death or glory
life’s a game, it’s not built for me
love or lust, wealth or bust
lie and cheat, strive to be elite
or be part of the fighting poor
choices made for me
can’t take it anymore
disappointment is my faithful lover
but even she cheats on me undercover
they say look ahead, but I see no release
flatline will be my only peace
poverty has become an unremovable stain
we’ll screw you for a little gain

live long enough to see yourself be beat
half our lives we’ve been working
dead on our feet
cannon or society’s fodder
just a speck in a rich man’s scheme
they dangle 2%
and we smile like it’s a fucking dream

how many people didn’t make the cut
and who have you betrayed?
how many people did you leave behind
and how many have overstayed?
we’re still alive, just slightly out your view
clearer views, better memories than you

the world’s so soft everything falls through
walking defeat
and dreams not coming true
she’s left you behind
and real intentions surface
is this life, what is the purpose?
the stars in their eyes make them blind
like Stevie
the stripes are strangling us all
you better believe me
don’t wanna be charged a tax to breathe
don’t wanna be told,
‘if you don’t like it, leave’
obey or they say you’ll be in poverty doom
talk back and they send you
to the detention room
most of us look in the mirror
and feel cursed from birth
because it’s not who you are
but what you’re worth
working for paper, religious culture
I refuse to be another goddamn vulture
all the faces, the pain, the constant misery
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be

2019, no longer what you can prove
dead kids in the streets, the public snooze
no longer are the yuppies out to get wealthy
their sons and daughters are high off
likes and selfies
no longer are they on Wall St.
doing the rat race
their sons and daughters
are using the cat face
no faith, no hope,
a stranger took your pride
she’s claiming it’s a lie
and there’s nothing to hide
loyalty is dead,
just a perception in our heads
you become the bad guy when the other guy is leaking red
I’m not alone, we’ll meet again
why can’t we rewind to way back then
stroke of midnight, friends turn a blur
life seems like shit
and all you think of is her