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Initial State lyrics
Album: Abort The Soul [1994]
| Pagan Prayer | |
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We are the new people. We are the old people
We are the same people. Wiser than before
Water it feeds us. Fire to forge
Air for outstretched wings. The earth it heals
We are the new tribes. We are the old tribes
We are the same tribes. Stronger than before
Water it feeds us. Fire to forge
Air for outstretched wings. The earth it heals
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| Begin To Breathe | |
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There is only one solution.
Utter annihilation of this one parasitic abomination.
The words can only be the fuse. The bomb it must be real.
The idea made of flesh and only then, to break the steel.
Back to the beginning. Back to the womb.
And if the people refuse then the people are doomed.
Back to the beginning. Back to the womb.
And if the people refuse then the people are doomed.
There is no salvaging any part of this techno artificial disease.
Just the fortresses built of concrete falling to the persistence of the trees.
No revolution in the context of our reality.
Irreversible decay of the industrial remains.
Visualize collapse of everything resembling.
Loss of human contact with the force that makes us free.
Only then can we dream, and begin to breathe.
Back to the beginning. Back to the womb.
And if the people refuse then the people are doomed.
Back to the tribe. Back to the earth's womb.
And if the people refuse then the people are doomed.
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| Die Silent | |
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In the quest beyond mere existence
our lives are our resistance.
In the quest beyond the final solution
our death is the only revolution.
Humanity hangs on the cross of despair. Only the sun sees
our world has disappeared to exist only as point of moot.
Prepare to meet the arrow of the sun while in the hour of
our death the fire will burn. Burn. Now the sun is in flames.
It seeks our flesh. And... we... die... silent. Die silent.
You will die silent.
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| Feast | |
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You would bring another into the vile machine?
One more mouth among the billions to hang agape in need.
Another nail into the coffin of a planet bursting at the seams
Such a price you ask to soothe your human vanity.
Feast! Feast!
Good citizens make us healthy babies there are factories to build.
Good people make us sickly babies there are hospitals to fill.
Good people make us black babies to fill the prison cells.
Good people fuck like beasts so the state can...
(And you would bring another?)
Feast!
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| Every Promise Broken | |
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And still we must resist.
We have nothing to celebrate, break the silence.
We have nothing to celebrate, break the silence.
And still we must resist.
For 500 years, every promise broken.
For 500 years, every promise broken.
A legacy of slavery.
Do not be overwhelmed by forces aligned against us.
Do not be overwhelmed by forces aligned against us.
And still we must resist.
Our determination will bring the vision to life.
Our determination will bring the vision to life.
And still we must resist.
For 500 years, every promise broken.
For 500 years, every promise broken.
Our legacy...
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| Abort The Soul | |
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Abort the soul. Plant the seed.
The natural state fall casualty.
Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...
Icons worshiped. Lobotomize.
Forked tongues. Slivered spines.
Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...
Shout platitudes above idiots fervor.
Let us obey. Lambs to slaughter.
Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...
Bloodlust satisfied. Salvation sold.
For the new Christ. Abort the soul.
Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...
In vacant minds abort instinct.
In fertile minds plant the seed.
Salvation sold. Abort the soul.
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| Collapse | |
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Your civilization is crumbling.
Collapsing upon itself.
Collapse! Collapse!
Your civilization is crumbling.
Collapsing upon itself.
Under its own weight.
Collapse! Collapse!
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| Swarm | |
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Inconceivable it is that somewhere on earth a land exists
untouched by civilization's hand. Try as we might to peer
through the folds of the death grip. The overwhelming
human tide surging forward smothering everything that
our twisted minds cannot justify as worthy enough
to take a place in this lie we call progress.
Scourge! Scourge! Scourge! Scourge!
Unwilling to let in the sun unable to escape what's been
done and our towers built like open wounds on the land
that as each day passes begins to more and more resemble
a vision of hell I had as a child and the droning sounds
of progress begin to resemble more and more
the coming of an endless locust swarm.
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| Eclipse | |
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A million eyes turn up and pierce the sky.
A glimpse into oblivion. The irrelevance of time.
Eclipse... Eclipse... Eclipse... Eclipse...
Can we blot the sun?
Are we so strong after all?
Worshipping our idols, surrounded by walls.
Eclipse.
Protection from what? Infinite conquers all.
Like sand castles when the waves take their toll.
Always fall.
Eclipse.
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| Purge | |
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The first mosquito that bites hardly annoys.
Ten billion parasites sucking leave the most choking.
The conquest nearly absolute
nothing left for science to reproduce...
(We are) our own pesticide.
And the sermon speaks of progress so embrace the new religion.
Witness miracles. Speak in tongues. Revel in tunnel vision.
But the earth is eternal and it will heal in time
so much the more majestic devoid of human slime.
(We are) our own pesticide.
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| Birthright | |
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Punish the crime, let pain come this night.
If no man survives, let man take his prize.
He forfeits his life, let death be his wife.
At his right hand gave blight to his left give him strife.
The children of the earth reclaim their birthright.
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| What Does It Mean? (Hand That Feeds) | |
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What is it worth.
The charity of colonizers.
The kindness of culture rapists.
The outstretched hand of imperialism.
The healing touch of capitalism.
What does it mean.
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