AFFIANCE LYRICS

1. Mad As Hell

[Speech from the film Network]

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a
depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. A dollar
buys a nickel's worth. Banks are going bust. Shop keepers keep a gun under the
counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who
seems to know what to do with it. There's no end to it. We know the air is
unfit to breath and our food is unfit to eat. We sit watching our TVs while
some local news caster tell us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent
crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad, worse
than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we
don't go out anymore. We sit in a house and slowly the world we're living in is
getting smaller and all we say is "Please at leave us alone in our living
rooms. Let me have my toaster, my TV, my steel belted radials, and I won't say
anything. Just leave us alone". But I'm not going to leave you alone. I want
you to get mad. I don't want you to protest, I don't want you to riot, I don't
want you to write to your congressmen because I wouldn't know what to tell you
to write. I don't know what to do about the depression, and inflation, and the
Russians, and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to
get mad. You've got to say "I'm a human being dammit. My life has value". I
want you to get up now. I want all of you to get out of your chairs. I want you
to get up right now, and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and
yell: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"

2. Call To The Warrior

Get up off the ground and save yourself. We are prisoners to regret when we
replay mistakes over and over again. We are so tied to the absolute, but what
does it mean? How far can we tow this burden? It's the call to the warrior as
we dissolve into resolve. In the sand the line's been drawn. But we keep
marching on. And through the darkness we will fight until we find a way. For
they cannot preach both free will and fate. My lungs have set fires. Fickle men
will not decide my destiny. Here I stand, I will hold my ground. It's on this
road, we have learned the face and shame of betrayal and all of it's names, and
all of it's names. In the sand the line's been drawn. But we keep marching on.
And through the darkness we will fight until we find a way. For they cannot
preach both free will and fate. How the deaf are blessed. My lungs have set
fires. It's the call to the warrior. Here I stand, I will hold my ground. Here
I stand. So get up off the ground.

3. Nostra Culpa

In the age of reason equations will be used to conclude that we don't need our
souls anymore. We mourn humanity in the name of progression. We cling to
answers and abandon the questions. We stand tall, with our heels to the neck of
creation. A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves. A conquest to conquer
as we destroy ourselves. If we believe the sun is our design, if we believe we
put the clouds up in the sky, if we believe that God's eyes are blind, if we
believe, this is deicide. We are cold steel machinery. We stand tall, with our
heels to the neck of creation. A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves. A
conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves. We've sacrificed purity to create
a machine that breaths.

4. For Power

What shield guards the heart is not estranged to hate. What armor shields the
arms that aren't ashamed to take. Once you let greed inside you push virtue
aside. Cause everything has a price and there is nothing they can't buy. Still
you raise your cup and drink to the blood on the market. And if a beast shows
his teeth, he will feast on the weak. Clever men hack at the trunk with brides
and ploys. To sever men at the stem, to destroy them. Still you raise your cup
and drink to the blood on the market. And if a beast shows his teeth, he will
feast on the weak. Your charade is a patriot's campaign. You distract men with
crusades. You persuade us with parades. Only war is your gain. You were
supposed to lead us. Why did you lead us astray? Was this in your design, to
lead us to the mass grave?

5. A Monster Fed

Hunger, unsatisfied. Thirst, unquenchable. I pour like an empty glass. As you
over power me. It says it's hungry. 'Cause a monster fed is a monster that's
happy. It says it's hungry. 'Cause a monster fed is a monster that's happy. How
could I have known I would reach the bottom? A fall that I would fall for
years. How could I have known, you'd leave me stranded? You would abandon me.
It says it's hungry. 'Cause a monster fed is a monster that's happy. It says
it's hungry. 'Cause a monster fed is a monster that's happy. Oh, we will feed
until... We will feed until we are full and over flowing.

6. The Hive

We are the blow that buckles your knees. Your eyes aren't open.You'll never be
set free. And every line we fear to cross will begin to blur. And if you live
by the pen, you will die by the sword. Your voice is unwelcome here. You will
be silenced by the horde. Ties that bind us, keeping us secure. Lies to hide
us, deep inside your haven, your hive. We are the words that are lodged in the
back of your throat, waiting to break through your teeth. Stand convinced with
no conviction that we are cursed beyond a cure. Your voice is unwelcome here.
You will be silenced by the horde. Ties that bind us, keeping us secure. Lies
to hide us, deep inside your haven, your hive. So drink, drink deep, and die in
the hive. It's so hard to find the truth in silence. Untie your tongue and
clear the air that pollutes your ears. Ties that bind us, keeping us secure.
Lies to hide us, deep inside your haven, your hive. This place you've chosen to
hide, your haven, your hive. This place we've come to destroy, the haven, the
hive.

7. A Reading From The Book Of

This masquerade is a massacre. Another stained-glass serenade. These halos hang
over our heads like vultures circle their prey. Your hands are washed white but
your eyes are the darkest I've seen. Your hands are washed white. Foul deeds
will rise like ghosts of gods through the steeples. Foul deeds will rise like
smoke and soot from the stacks. Foul deeds will rise. Heracy fills our lungs as
we breath it. Foul deeds will rise like the incense that burns. You're running
this race, but you've been running the wrong way. Dark shepherds have led their
sheep astray. They demonize, rationalize, for what? For who? Foul deeds will
rise like ghosts of gods through the steeples. Foul deeds will rise like smoke
and soot from the stacks. Foul deeds will rise. Heracy fills our lungs as we
breath it. Foul deeds will rise like the incense that burns. Call the choir to
light the pyre. Call the choir to light the fires. Your hands are washed white
but your eyes are the darkest I've seen. Your hands are washed white but this
place smells of deceit. This burning fire will never be enough to quench your
blood-lust.

8. Der Fuhrer

In a time of crisis we have clung to any hope. We rally against another to have
a common foe. It's not the truth that matters, only victory. Their agenda to
destroy our humanity. They say he's straight from heaven, I say he's straight
from hell. A monument of the cursed cruelty, a man stands among us. Our days of
happiness are few before they give way to a holocaust. It's not the truth that
matters, only victory. Their agenda to destroy our humanity. Hear my cry. Hear
my cry before there's genocide. This is a holocaust. Is it envy that powers the
trains, or is it power that trains us to envy? How could so much hate be bred
among us? We must never let this happen again. Now we live in infamy for
feeding the monster.

9. Dissent!

The earth won't rest beneath your thumb. The earth won't rest beneath your
thumb. No! The ends don't justify the means. We caught you sowing seeds of
destruction, nursing your dream. Silence is not the answer, and we won't sit
idly by. It's time we stand to fight. By the passion of our hearts our fists
will be raised. Stare into the eyes of the giant. Arrogance has no memory. And
you will hang your head in defeat as you hang from above the streets. By the
passion of our hearts our fists will be raised. Stare into the eyes of the
giant. By the passion of our hearts our fists will be raised. And your kingdom
of cards will fall. Like hell tyranny isn't easily conquered. By the passion of
our hearts our fists will be raised. Stare into the eyes of the giant. By the
passion of our hearts our fists will be raised. And your kingdom of cards will
fall. By the passion of our hearts our fists will be raised. Stare into the
eyes of the giant.

10. Calculate And Control

Headlines light like flares and they fly like moths to the flame. A
generation's will, traded in for chains. Terror is a messenger, a catalyst for
change. Terror is a messenger, they will take the bait. It's the formula for
utopia. To calculate and control. The sirens will sing in time with the mortars
and we will usher in the new world order. The pages of these books will burn.
And these hands will wash each other. We chose the truth that will make our
history. When men speak in slogans, we will speak in bullets, 'cause truth is
treason in an empire of lies. They will bow at our feet. We will become their
gods. It's the formula for utopia. To calculate and control. The sirens will
sing in time with the mortars and we will usher in the new world order. Must we
constantly forget our history repeats itself? Open up your eyes and see, by the
stroke of a pen our world will end.

[John F Kennedy speaking:]
"For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy
that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence. It
is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the
building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military,
diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its
preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not
headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is
questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed."







AFFIANCE LYRICS