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Population
01:40
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The filth, the bile and the rolling waves of excrement and ejaculate gave fire to degenerate loins / to violently spit at one another, and to spew forth litter upon litter of unpleasant scrapings, layer upon layer of vile discharge / Dislodged from the oozing depths of uncompromising vessels and unevenly stacked far beyond reasonable height. / And with the passing of the seasons the mound begins to swell, / and its individual occupants begin to grow as well. / And amidst the excitement they all misplace their control / and each of them spills over / and the pus that flows infects wombs a plenty and the virus multiplies.
Don't step into the streets for they are lousy with cunts / and of this litter of humans, half the population are the runt. / Most of the men are obnoxious fuck-wits and most of the women, they just munt / and most everybody will fuck everyone else over just to get what they want.
Of all the promises that we make, the one that will keep says that all of our mistakes will one day repeat. The damn has cracked, the water has broken and it’s swallowed up the valleys and the peaks, but I'll dry out this filthy deluge when the list is complete.
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The List
03:35
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The courteous and reasonable, the peaceful and redeemable, those lives that could be argued for, I beg of you, take heed. / The humans couldn't raise what they bred so they sent TV idols in their stead and their offspring grew and spread and the air is thick now with their reek. / So take up arms and climb to your feet. Join me and we will subdue this beast. At the very least, stay clear of the streets. The list is complete. / And thus, their numbers will deplete / and the ratio will even out, at least. / And those that yet remain / may learn the error of their ways. / And may be humble at the time of their demise. / I hope to see the grim acceptance in their eyes.”
“Don’t fear the consequences of your dreams, just fight ‘til you achieve them.
Don’t fear the defences of your enemies, just fight ‘til you annihilate them all.”
“Your fears are understood here. Just find a way to get by. Take comfort in the family that you’ve earned today, for we are one. Live this dream. Take my hand and I’ll see you through.”
“As we stand, the five of us, united / and no less formidable than the Men of the West. / We are a band of minimal resources. / But a clear and present cause fills the space left in our halls:”
“Clean the Earth. Salt the lands. Kill the Mother where she stands. Till the ground with our own two hands. Start afresh, the age of Man.
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Courage
03:21
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Here, on the edge of this thing which you’ve built, ensnared in a web of your dreams. I quake at the thought of them coming alive. Such as I never had thought would ever be realised.”
“I saw something in you aside from your fears. I saw the desire to lead. And if what you’ve orchestrated here plays out as planned then it’s clear that you’re much more of a leader than I could ever be.”
"Think of the lives and the space that we'll save. This is a time and a place for the brave. We were brought together with something in mind and it's too late to throw that away. This is our day."
Her arm extended, her hand grasping steel as she drew his gaze in towards her own. With his hands now steadying he raised one up to his face with the smell of paraffin drifting up from below. The steel, the thumb & the rolling flint gave fire to his courage and the fat cigar he now gripped between his teeth, and so, he conducted a roaring symphony of tiny gunpowder explosions as he and his people tore into the street…
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Spree
02:18
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All the best killing sprees are conducted completely unaccompanied by the distraction of the lyrical word. Thus, this track is, fittingly, solely instrumental. No words. The narrative is in the music. Chicky chicky breeswack.
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Control
07:37
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Populate like those from whom you descended / their sense of responsibility shed, never to be passed down to the likes of you. / Over-populate like your Father did / copulate with his sisters kids and spread those genes out wafer thin.
Populate like your mother did, she's your competition. Spit it out and sling another one up you, she's still got a good few years left in her. / Quantity gets priority over quality control. And the surplus gets discarded like the milk that isn't sold. /
And it sours, and it leaks, and it sweats, and excretes, and it swells beyond berth and it soaks into the earth. / And the stink remains in the air about its grave. But the problem doesn’t end, it just gets worse.
And the idols of tomorrow are the shit-cunts of today / unless these empires that have grown all fall to ashes and decay / and those less than pleasant humans whom, we all agree, deserve to die / will instead be allowed to procreate and in squalor, they will thrive. /
And the rich that look down / and those who sit beneath a crown, / they will spit upon the ground we walk, / and the courteous and reasonable, the peaceful and redeemable / will continue to be cast aside, with two fingers in our eyes.
So when the gunpowder starts exploding and the scum is on the run / I’ll be laughing my fucking tits off from behind a massive gun. / And despite the sheer arousal of the justice and the clamour of the hunt / I will refrain from shooting babies up the nearest dripping cunt. /
Amidst the glory / there is a pale / beneath a stool / with a hole in the seat. / Consider this a dumping ground for that which we excrete.
When the pale is full / tip it over / watch it spill / watch its contents flow / between the cracks and beneath the sofa.
There’s no hope for us now / no hopeful, realistic goal. / Save for the one slim hope left for a slim number of us to regain control.
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Dr. Nowt Manchester, UK
Born at the dank floor of a ceaselessly deepening pit, Dr. Nowt, in his decreasing sanity, haphazardly hurls notes and words together, bellowing out the result upward through the void in the hope that it might reach the surface, even just to the lip of his abode where by chance, one might happen upon his cries and project outward his message of peace, kindness, hope and a distaste for humanity. ... more
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