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i slay dragons every day then hide the scars behind closed doors snarling back at demon foes thwarting me from the shadows what's inside is greater than fear i build and burn bridges i make it look easy i am immune to the poison they feed me i knife the cop that lives in my head wrestle with trolls and i leave them for dead when i emerge from my victory you wouldn't know: i have battled to be here today i fuck them up, today i win!
vampirish blood lust these pale men in the half light god-eaters, soul suckers put your dead in their earth the soul has been claimed idolatry of a dying man blood oozes from wounds endlessly skeletal and tortured let that remind you that life should be pain teaching self-hatred preaching terror of hell bring your innocents to the altar confess child you are evil stolen ancient rites made meaningless co-opted and destroyed
design your prison the length of your chain step onto the treadmill at will turn the crank that will keep you trapped pick out your torture, your choice the briars you planted around your lonely tower thrive just within reach is the rusting scythe when they pedalled slavery as freedom and choice why did you buy? the paths you took brought you to this spot and you can choose when to go back where to go next
the machine is defective the manual has been mislaid the instruction was ineffective their objectives will not be met indoctrination machine – defective, defective the manual has been mislaid the rules will be ignored we will not play along instead of acquiesence, there is rejection anticipated chronological sequence compromised binary gender signals ambiguous and blurred replication tendencies not existent
outsider survivor windstrong ***"only the strong go crazy the weak just go along" you injure i endure i take the punches, feel nothing battered by the rain we grow deformed but hardy and windstrong you live oblivious to the fact without us you're fucked buffeted by the wind i do not yield beautiful in our own way you exploit that sacrifice no more your time is up ***these words are from the poem "To My Momma" by Assata Shakur
the wasteland that spreads stands as a reminder of human endeavour the mighty forest, hacked down for god and country a race to riches and rape paradise waits to be destroyed dust and bones observe your glorious colony dust and bones is the legacy there is a price to be paid civilisations destroyed, a colony of slaves years of cruelty, death and decay there is a price to be paid
her name shows ownership fortunes are made around this straight dream and we toast it what happens next: nobody's business no crime, no crime in the black and blue twilight veiled threats, silent wars lorraine white's blood dripping from the bedroom wall where's the hollywood ending? bridget cleary sadly stares from the hearth this is not history mark broke his fist, smashing her face in her blind eyes couldn't see the punches fly they landed just the same
sirens rip up the night sirens rip up the night they come with an agenda, a quota, bloodthirsty they come with hate, blood-baited, impunity disturb the peace, rip up the night blue lights coming your way blue lights coming your way i see you, on the wrong side of a blue line i see you, on the wrong side of a class war dancing mindlessly to whatever tune they happen to play when workers strike who'll protect the powerful? when the oppressed march who'll beat them back? you'll toe the line you won't let them down! you'll cover up murder in custody cells you'll knock oul' ones to the ground if they have the neck to try have a say in the rape of their land they come with hate they come with an agenda, a quota, bloodthirsty they come with hate, blood-baited, impunity
i kneel down let my hair loose about me may you be rewarded according to your works your christian beliefs favour domination tame what is wild or destroy it may you become the quarry and may you die the death you would subject the mac tíre, iníon tíre *go mhuchfidh tú i d'aonar istigh i brocach go thugfaidh mac tíre do scornach amach go thitfidh tú as do chapall gan cairde may you die full of crimes *May you suffocate in a badger's sett, may a wolf rip your throat out, may you fall off your horse in pursuit of a fox and no friends to help you.
mixed blessing of medicine no pills for this pain of mind daily humiliation like cells in a test tube she must lie and wait your faith your fears your dogma when i can fight no longer i appeal to your humanity take me out of my misery if you could stand in my place pain, sadness is all there is i would choose dignity but it's no longer my choice


released January 25, 2015

Recorded at The Hive by Eoin Whitfield march 2014
Mastered at AudioSiege by Brad Boatright
Artwork by Sean Fitzgearld sfitzgerald-art.tumblr.com


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