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Eat the Rich
Grooming the youth for your bloodshed
Numbing their minds with TV
Brain wash them through the media
Count your coins, whilst they slave all day
We are the class that you fear
We are the proles that see through
Why don’t we eat, why don’t we eat them?
Why don’t we eat, eat the fucking bourgeoisie?
Starve, or we will just starve
I got no chains; you can’t enslave me x 2
Why don’t we eat, why don’t we eat them?
Why don’t we eat, eat the fucking bourgeoisie? x 2
Starve, or we will just starve
I got no chains; you can’t enslave me x 2
EAT THEM x 6
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You'll happily let kids from war zones die,
but a fertilized egg can't be denied
Ultimate power over women’s bodies
Forced to submit to your faux morality
Dominate and subjugate
Everyone can see through the thinly veiled hate
You pretend to defend the sanctity of life
Yet care nothing for the mother’s rights
Bodily autonomy means it’s my right to choose
You can't force me to utilize my womb
Hypocritical, self righteous pieces of trash
If there was a god, in hell you’d burn to ash
You're trash
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On The Streets
Oi! Oi!
Street violence on the street
The fash are gonna be dead meat
Aggro - an imminent clash
Punx ’n’ skins unite! Bash the fash!
We are the punks
We are the skins
We’re the antifascist hooligans
On the street - it’s where we meet
On the street - feeling the heat
On the street - on the fucking street
On the street
Antifascist skinheads on the street
Boots and braces on their feet
Punx and hooligans join the crowd
Antifa! Shout it loud!
We are the punks
We are the skins
We’re the antifascist hooligans
On the street - it’s where we meet
On the street - feeling the heat
On the street - on the fucking street
On the street
We are the punks
We are the skins
We’re the antifascist hooligans
On the street - feel the heat
On the street - the fash get beat
On the street - on the fucking street
On the street
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I DIDN'T SPEAK OUT!
When they came for the homeless,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
When they came for LGBTs,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
When they came for the disabled,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
When they came for the poor,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
I didn't speak out! I didn't speak out! (X2)
When they came for protesters,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
When they came for anarchists,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
When they came for dissidents,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
And then the water protectors,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
I didn't speak out! I didn't speak out! (X2)
When they came for immigrants,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
When they came for refugees,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
When they came for muslims,
I'm not one of them so I didn't speak out!
And when they came for me,
There was no one left to speak out!
There was no one left to speak out! (X4)
And when they came for me, There was no one left to speak out! (X4)
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Ruined By - "Power"
04:53
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SMITTOHÄRDEN
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In under skinnet kryper pesten
Lungorna blir tunga och utan kraft,
för vi blir viljelösa i tankekraften
Driv ut det onda med den eviga själsnöden
Smittohärden
Pesten och allt annat vider
Tusentals år av förnekelse
Tusentals år av skräck
Hur kan vi leva med oss själva i en utvecklingstid och en degenererad moralism i form av spirituella smittor,
Smittohärden
Pesten och allt annat vider
Tusentals år av förnekelse
Tusentals år av skräck
M: Tusentals år av förnekelse
Min rätt att leva
Rätten till mitt eget liv
Som ett virus är oändligt och totalt
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People Are Real
Classified and categorised
Defiled and dehumanised
Sold and objectified
We’re enslaved and terrorised
Chorus
Money is a concept
Borders are a construct
Debt is a con-job
But people are real
People are real
People are real
Austerity kills – can’t pay the bills?
No hospital bed – guess who’s dead
Our reason for living has been robbed
By cheap labour and bullshit jobs
Chorus
Babies dead on the tide
Responsibility tossed aside
It’s human misery for sale
This stack of cards is set to fail
Chorus x2
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I heard of a man who they say cannot die,
Locals they call him ole buzzsaw.
A titan of vibrating rubber and steel.
The swift hand if justice patrolling the road .
you hear him ride in the dead of the night.
Scouring the highways for miles on end.
Buzzsaw.
I heard he took down a whole gang with a punch.
I heard he could talk to the wolves.
I heard he could smell you from miles away.
And hear your heart beating from inside of ya chest.
his bikes was made by the devil himself.
Forged in a furnace thats 10 miles down.
They call him the phantom, the spectre of speed.
A tomahawk atop a gasoline steed.
Buzzsaw. Tomahawk
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#3 - Productive Criticism
Always a separation, but there is no us vs. them
We are all in the same, stop and fucking think
Pre-concepts, Clichés, Stupid divisions, Poses
Too Punk, for Hardcore
Too Hardcore, for Punk’s
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Coitus - "Mindsores"
02:23
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Jawless - "Reborn"
02:23
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Okus - "Disincorporate"
01:48
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Sūrya - "Saviours"
05:06
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Eternal winter
“Bored as fuck covid remix”-Rob
Poisoned lungs
Ash filled skies
Extinction of our world
Our earth slowly dies
Scattered remains
Living on supplies
No more remains
Eternal light fades to black
Blinded by the black light
No hope for mankind is left
No sun is left in the skies
Hope for life is futile
Repeat first verse
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Fire In My Heart
Welcome back to the stories you’ve been telling us
Of freedom of speech, democracy and equal rights
I hear them every time you turn to me to ask my vote
But in reality you want power, in truth you want control
There is fire in my heart
Fire that seeks the way out T
he unprecedented forces that govern Mother Earth
Make nothing of you and your vision of the world
But she can take revenge and fight back
To destruct her oppressors and to purify herself
There is fire in my heart Fire that seeks the way out
I’ve been asking this myself ever since
Why don’t we turn our backs, why don’t we leave?
But instead we buy their stories every few years
After all it’s they who drive us into bitter tears
So why don’t we stop, why don’t we abandon this?
We know it’s time to stop, it’s time to resist
And yes, there is fire in my heart despite my age
I still haven’t laid my arms, no fucking way
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