RAMMING SPEED LYRICS

1. No Forgiveness In Death

Within a system that’s rigid and rigged, ruled by liars and cheats.
On this quest for knowledge I find nothing but graft and scheme.
Worthless are their degrees.
Worthless are their offerings.
Naively chose a path with consequences, long they shall last.
The heavy shackles of the debtors chains.
No options for bankruptcy.
Tied to this weight eternally.
Wondering what could have been if I ditched out? If I didn’t buy in?
The heavy shackles of the debtors chains.
No rest for the living.
No forgiveness in death.
Sowing the seeds of the next catastrophe through predatory lending on the young.
Day after day, I’m falling behind, exposing the threadbare economic façade.
The heavy shackles of the debtors chains.
No rest for the living.
No forgiveness in death.
Worthless. Worthless are their offerings.

2. Choke Holds And Bullet Holes

With choke holds and bullet holes a generation is murdered in the street and thrown into jails by state thugs, trained to stereotype.
Cold hearted pigs. Scared and weaponized.
We will not stand down. Protesting in the streets.
Until there’s justice, there’ll be no peace.
But who will history judge when the tear gas clears?
The subjugators or the disenfranchised?
Take this threat seriously, we will never stop fighting.
Always adapting. We will deconstruct a state worth unraveling.
These bastards killing with impunity. Nothing can heal a family, broken.
We will not stand down. Protesting in the streets.
Until there’s justice, there’ll be no peace. No fucking peace.

3. Beasts Of Labor

Stripped of our pensions. Stripped of our pay.
Fight to survive. To see another day.
Abandoned by the corporate swine.
Sold out for a bottom line.
In cities of decay are forgotten scraps of industry.
The result of an economy that’s given in to entropy.
Production has ceased.
It’s come to a halt.
Praising the ones who plunder while damning the ones left behind.
We don’t exist only to produce profits for the few.
A one world system with a one track mind.
Intentions they don’t have to hide.
Exploitation is the name of the game.
Lords of production, they never gave a damn.
Beholden to no one.
Trampling the working class. Beware our bite.
We are the beasts of labor.
We built your empires, we can tear them down.
We have the strength to tip the scales, to change the tides.
Regain control. Explore alternatives.
We won’t fear biting the hand that feeds.
We won’t fear biting the first that beats.
We are the beasts of labor.

4. Don't Let This Stay Here

United in “guilt”, we’re all suspects.
“Never Say Anything”, all is held by the eye of providence.
We’re caught in a trap.
Dots connecting our thoughts and whispers.
Self-appointed gods, always listening.
They work to break the code from their library of Babel.
They can never really understand.
We exist in light but prisms refract our freedoms.
Covert intelligence, subverts our lives.
What you see here. What you do here. What you hear here.
When you leave here, don’t let this stay here.
We are the target of black rooms and wiretaps.
Never blinking. Always watching. Always listening.
Scanning every word, reading every message.
Watching our lives.
What you see here.
What you do here.
What you hear here.
When you leave here, don’t let this stay here.
Beware the eye of providence.

5. This Is The Life We Chose

The pools of blood, broken glass, the garbage bags.
The ungodly stench on the brink of making me wretch.
Wandering through this maze, this labyrinth of cacophony.
The unwanted pounding at my door, the uninvited guest.
A fiery beast ignites where I lay my head.
A windowless existence where time decays, can’t tell if it’s night or day. Space madness sets in. This is the life that we chose.
Piss bottles and shit stained walls, a layer of grime that won’t wash away. Wet brains and dirty mops.
The only thing I feel is disgust for the greasy slime who runs this joint.
He can get fucked.
Within these halls of cacophony one can enter, but one can never leave.
The rodents and roaches, there’s failure abound.
In this stinking hell hole.
This museum of sound.

6. Walls

Disconnected, irrational, cut off from the world.
Replaying past failures. Inventing tragedy.
Walls, these are the walls.
Brick by brick, I dismantle these walls. Tearing them down.
Seeking acceptance, crippled by judgments.
Investing too much time in how I am perceived.
Can’t live in the moment, can’t shut off my head.
Self-conscious, insecure, my own worst enemy.
Distanced myself from my friends and family.
Crushing anxiety, a self fulfilling prophecy.
Walls, these are the walls. B
rick by brick, I dismantle these walls. Tearing them down.
Searching for happiness, searching for peace within.
Brick by brick, I dismantle these walls. Tearing them down.

7. Break In The Chain

Looking for answers in all the wrong places.
Won’t find a better me at the bottom of a bottle.
Constantly stressed, there’s a heavy weight on my chest.
Filled with sorrow, don’t seem to care if I live tomorrow.
With each sip I’m closer to the edge.
Glassy eyed, can barely stand.
Just one more drink and I’ll call it quits.
The party’s been over but still I’m wanting more.
Always chasing that buzz.
Trying to access my feelings, I’m mentally numb.
Crack open another beer, that familiar sound of self-sabotage.
With each sip I’m closer to the edge.
Glassy eyed, can barely stand.
Just one more drink and I’ll call it quits.
Can’t face myself, can’t face my fears.
Goddamn it, I’m drunk again.
How did I get here? Something has got to change.
I feel I’ve lost control.
I’m weak and feeble, but can I be strong?
Can I redefine myself? How long has it been?
I’ve become estranged from sobriety.
Tired of the self delusion.
Tired of the dependency.
Can I break this cycle?
I want to be a break in the chain.
I’ll face myself.
I’ll face my fears.

8. Truth To Power

Oligarchs curate the dialogue.
Truncating the past, cleaving facts.
Consumed by wholesale cupidity, intellect paralyzed.
Those who dared to speak truth to power dedicated everything to a cause, for which they gave their lives.
Sterilize the subversive narrative of the opposition.
Erased from the annals of time. Reshaping history.
Those who dared to speak truth to power dedicated everything to a cause, for which they gave their lives.
Their legacy pissed on.
The truths of our past are distorted by the ones who lie.

9. Super Duty

Ride on metal chariot toward the edge of time.
On forlorn roads to nowhere, you gave the greatest sacrifice.
You were my home when I sought shelter from the piss and the vomit and the shit that I was in.
In my time of need, I’d turn to you, the only thing I knew.
Ride on metal chariot toward the edge of time.
On forlorn roads to nowhere, you gave the greatest sacrifice.
I’ll miss those miles we won’t get to have.
We rode on into the night.
Full speed ahead, blind to the warning signs, that last trip off this goddamn cliff.
Ride on metal chariot toward the edge of time.
Another sleepless night, with open roads under starry skies.
With white line fever, we keep speeding on.
No stopping now we’re close to the edge.
We must ride on.
We shall ride on.

10. Horns Of War

With contempt and disdain, we send the young into the grave.
Each day a tragedy, another headline soaked in blood.
The tired tune of war plays on as the hawks circle above.
Another battle to proclaim, another mass grave dug.
Opinions bought, “truth” is sold.
The lecherous talking heads praise the worldwide violence.
The failure of the fourth estate.
I see reports based on fallacy, not fact.
I see the puppet master pull the strings.
The days turn to years, our enemies change form.
I can still hear their tired tunes, their blazing horns of war.
Another battle is proclaimed, another mass grave dug.
Can’t stand how we’re being baited towards a constant state of war.
The military machine has a constant need to produce more bullets, tanks and shells.
Crushing, and killing anyone labeled a threat.
Pushing for the expansion of war, as their pockets are filled.
With contempt and disdain we send the young to their graves.
Attacking the ideology.
And when the dust has settled, another battle in front of us lay, the future casualties of another decade.
Proliferate the doctrine of security, only traitors question authority.
Decades turn to centuries and we’re still at each other’s throats.
The battle hymns can still be heard, as the hawks still circle above.

11. Momentary Masters

Looking up into the sky feelings so small and insignificant, this planet we’re on, with everything that ever was.
Every hero and every coward / Every creator and destroyer / Kings and peasants / Corrupt politicians / Every teacher of mores in the history of our species lived here / Atop this fragile crust.
Rivers of blood spilled in the name of glory and triumph, we’re only masters on a mote of dust.
We are alone in this great enveloping cosmic dark
There is nothing to save us from ourselves.
The earth is the only world we know to harbor life, nowhere to migrate
This is where we make our stand.
Rivers of blood spilled in the name of glory and triumph
We’re only masters on a mote of dust.
Nothing demonstrates the folly of human conceits
More than the distant images of our tiny world.
It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another
To preserve and cherish this pale blue dot, the only home we’re known.
[Inspired by Carl Sagan’s “Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space”]





RAMMING SPEED LYRICS