ASSÜCK LYRICS

1. Socialized Crucifixation

Your lifesblood has been sysematically drained by those who rule over you. Shouts and screams of freedom fall on deaf ears as our intellect is discredited and displayed on the gallows of our lives. Lifeless we swing as dictators continue to propagate, to legitimate lies which pave roads for the children. The loopholes of the system have been filled with your decorum.

2. Thousand Mile Stare

This shattered mirror holds the only truth, the sole reflection of our existence which is broken into fragments. Each frail piece holds a distorted view of double standards and hidden agendas. Each sliver captures a cracked glimpse on scenarios of our exploitation. Each culture scrapes its identity attempting to squeeze through the cracks. But perhaps the most frightening image of all is the blank expression on the face of our society. How can we look at this anymore?

3. Population Index

All that is artificial maintains us. That which exists is inadequate. The hypocrisies of technology betray our senses. Simulated emotions, fooled again. We're labels and files in cabinets. Payroll accounts and calculations. We're gears that run the machine that dictates life as we know it (and we don't). We're gears that run the machine that dictates our lives. We're rung of our humanity on which technocracy thrives. We're expendable figures, we're liquidation. We're character strings and data statements. We learn, live and die a number.

4. Doïmatic

Icons of cruel and fictitious god impregnating minds with a lustful theology of blind obedience. Enslaved by fairy tales, tribulation and dead end hallucinations. Seeded in the hierarchy of salvation. Kneel before the altar of inequality. Bow your head, close your eyes.

5. Spiritual Manipulation

Hiding behind the thin veil of religious insecurity. Searching for answers where questions have no meaning. Petrified by seclusion, fear of uncertainty, graciously accepting euthanasia.

6. Feasts of War

We starve our children before the banquet of knowledge while politicians indulge in the feasts of war.

7. October Revolution

The process of revolution has already littered the streets of Leningrad. The indivisible masses have been victimized by the pages of their own history. What they held in their hands slipped through their fingers and into the grip of the common threat. The wall they allow to be built around them, segregates by hope and nullifies their dream. Inseverable by principal, consolidated under common banner, the failure of emancipation, torn apart by their creation. A people who's self determination was the kingpin to their so called liberation, stand blindsided by misconception. Nullified revolution. Emancipation, deception.

8. Procession

Military livestock bred to expand state control. The underclass, suppressed, underprivileged and lured by incentive. Church and state, hand in hand, lead them through the trenches of war. A nation born blind should have been terminated in its infancy. There is no purity in the glory of commercialized patriotism, it's drenched in the filth of their deceit.

9. State to State

A nation's tear reflects its tear and separation. Ambiguous relations between republics breed hatred. A country's cry for solidarity goes disregarded, while ruling nationalist chauvinism turns state against state. Soured by arrogance, once brothers with brothers, turned statesman vs. statesman in an authoritarian race for expansion. Tears reflect tears and separation. Soured by arrogance, once brothers turned state to state to state. State to hate to...

10. Perpetual Cycle

The perpetual cycle rotates on the axis of despair. The unbroken link stands untouched by question. So uninterested we merely turn our heads. Uneducated, unrealistic, unsensible, so unrealistic, unsensible, so unrealistic, we sit and watch the cycle feed. If people had the power to snap their fingers to change the face value of life, many would withhold the energy, much rather watch in false pity. Around, the cycle rotates on the axis of despair. Untouched by question, we merely sit and stare. Such a blatant disregard for the fundamentals of existence, dwelling in a state of apathy, so obedient we follow. So uninterested we merely turn our heads, rather watch in false pity. No profit, no personal gain. Concentration, evolution, extinction. Whispering, speaking, screaming lies.

11. World of Confusion

I want to do everything yet I sit and do nothing. All that say, says nothing at all. Does mere existence truly justify itself? Optional in your world of confusion, powerless in my world of frustration. You seem to laugh, I sit and cry. In this world we all lose to the politics of lies.

12. Civilization Comes, Civilization Goes

The clowns are now the ringmasters backed with the arsenal of the economy. Our ears are plugged when we speak the tongue of reality. Failure to accept the truths, we speak of peace but push civilization to the edge. We can't build harmony on apathy and can't live on dreams alone. I pledge allegiance to the symbol of power and greed. It stands for a false republic under the guidance of a question mark god. Raping some, stealing from others. Fighting to scale the class ladder that splinters so many hands. Uncivilized. I'd rather close my eyes.

13. Page by Page

Along with the art of conquest and domination, we have developed the absolute science of ignorance and bound it in text of generations of the unthinking. Between the lines of a one sided history, reads the bitter truth of exploitation. The echoes of dehumanization can still be heard in the hills of Wounded Knee or the streets of Bensonhurst.

14. Sterility

The delicate strings of fear wrap around another statistic's throat. The home viewer gets another animated victim to pity. The horrors of antigender violence are rooted in traditionally force fed superiority for which there is no one to blame but ourselves.

15. Body Politic Equation

The pigment of imagination has been woven into the fabric of constitution (Article I, Section II). Our framework has been dictated in black and white. Compromised to fraction, reduced to body politic equation. It's time to burn the white robes of american history along with the flags and symbols of our concentration camp land.

16. Anticapital

Productivity has become the modern embodiment of slavery. Efficiency traps laborer in the circles of exploit. Chained by human costs of prostitution and the misery it incorporates. A prison of measured time.

17. Epilogue

Disaffection falls like rain soaking the tempers of a distended kinship. Common culture gains momentum as common enemy. You stare antagonism in the eyes, but at a closer look you're face to face with coexistence. How far will opinions shove? To the edge of hatred or the end of...

18. Wall of Shame

Quarantined by the plague of government. Ideological barriers of ignorance. Lives changed by concrete. Suppressed by autocracies throughout the centuries.

19. Suffering Quota

No solid foundation for the suffering, we inflict useless pain. A sacrifice for profit, fulfilling the quota, nothing is gained. Denounce the role that animals play. Why do they die? Selfish lust imprisoned by your vanity, cleansed with guilt. In these tests the subjects always fail, needlessly they die. Images of pain squeeze through your narrow mind. What does the human race gain? (Are we so obsessed with death that we can not break free from its grips?)

20. Parade of the Lifeless

I look at all the faceless. I see the pleasures of the lifeless. A witness to a passing phase of those who ruled my days. You're now in line joining the grand parade of lifelessness. Blind leading blind.

21. Blood and Cloth

Seeds planted by misinformation blossom into patriots and servants whose perception of soil and cloth is equal to that of the blood and skin of their martyred counterparts. Pledges and ceremonies celebrate murderers and their actions, generating respect for violence and breeding traditions of disfigured heros and slaves of states and countries. The freedom achieved when others die is imprisonment by the rags that symbolize flags of glory. Rags symbolize nothing.

22. Automate

We have come full circle, subservient to our self inflicted automation that disregards genuine anguish and promotes synthetic indifference. Not of flesh and blood but of gears and cams fueled by submission. We choke on individuality and suffocate under procession.

23. Within Without

Figment options stand upon platforms of contention promoting themselves as products. Their proposals are ultimatums and nothing more than a higher form of bribery, mere scenery for the self identured and parasite to a false sense of obligation. No choices offer solutions.

24. Blindspot

Policy is only a reflection of misery. Freedom reinforce conditioning and thoughts are but delusions of enslavement. Trailing in the shadows of the sightless. The treadmill of your pathetic life rolls on. The world is a series of cages and the people a nation of jailers. The blindspot encircles us all.

25. By Design

The penetrating stares of judge and jury condemn emotion, dictate the standards of said principles and bore plasticity through your character. Life slowly turns into a sterile cage of uniformity and enforced morality. Tolerance is nothing but void. The individual has been canceled.

26. Spine

The innocent prey of tyranny flock and veil beneath statues of fraudulent liberty in lands of untold slavery. They try to find themselves in the emptiness of Ellis Isle but their attempts at redefinition were nothing but metaphor. Hollow eyes bare desperation and blighted hope for preconceived freedoms. The soil of so called aspiration was their only reward.

27. Infanticide

Speaking in the name of decaying foundation. Thoughts of mass sterilization, distorting choices for a dreamlike salvation. Factory made humans, plastic souls, empty goals. The back street butchers smile.







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