RECON LYRICS

1. Sniper's Day Parade

Line up. No survivors, no way. There’ll be no survivors today. Line up, face front, eyes down. Line up, don’t make a sound. Line up, you’ll do as you’re told. Line up, now get in the ground. The only question now is who will go first to suffer lead poisoning - 230g worth. All bleeding stops eventually. Line up and march on, one after another. March on, don’t look at each other. March on, don’t expect to go much further. What doesn’t kill you makes you wish it did.

2. For Every Collar, A Leash

My own will be done, generously granting martyrdom. Those on high are lower than the buried dead. Invert their sacred symbols. Sharpen the wood for use as weapons. Mock and ridicule the pretenders. If they’re the beginners, we’re the enders. Unbridled ire for those of righteous reign. Silence the voices of the cattle choir. Gather their defiled remains and throw them in the fire. Those on high are lower than the buried dead. The timely death of foolish wishing, it’s no secret that I’m hissing. At the eulogy I’ll be laughing. At the burial I’ll be missing. My own will be done, generously granting martyrdom, to bear the whip splitting pious flesh, to be a lion in the coliseum.

3. Happily Ever Aftermath

These are the words of a dead man. Try your best to convince me that all this isn’t a joke. We pretend to be free and alive but we are all in the yoke. Under illusion that what we do means something, eventually all is leveled to nothing. Blind me. This place is a terror to my eyes. Abandon me to my fate. For me it’s far too late. Reluctant to believe that there’s a future reserved for me. No plan for tomorrow, no exit strategy. What attempts to rise will fall, and now I’m waiting for the goddamned end of it all. Blind me. This place is a terror to my eyes. Abandon me to my fate. For me it’s far too late. I’ve got to believe I’m on the verge of something. It’s the only thing that keeps me going.

4. Hotel Insomnia

I couldn’t give a fuck if the sun never rises again. Abandoning everything in desperation. That’s what I fucking get for believing. Completely embracing ruination. Despite the odds I keep breathing. I couldn’t give a fuck if the sun never rises again. I fail to overcome the sense that something is left undone. I hope the sun never rises again.

5. Lowlander Hive

A fire-filled syringe hanging from a lifeless arm, plunger half pushed in. Where do I begin? Spit on me once and I tell you - I’ll spit on you two times. I’ll spit on you when I fuck you, I’ll spit on you when you die. The lowlander hive. Shake my scorched form into ruin. Mothers and hookers, daughters and wives, there’s enough in the needle for you and the rest of your hive. Spit on me once and I tell you I’ll spit on you two times. I’ll spit on you when I fuck you, I’ll spit on you when you die. Swallowed by ruin they starve and deprive. Crowded by humans, swarmed by the hive.

6. Crocuta

I refuse the saviors role. I tow no one’s rope. I am no one’s hero, nor anyone’s hope. I’m no torchbearer. I carry no one’s light. I am no man’s keeper, nor any man’s acolyte. Kick, scratch and bite from underneath. The body carries the head, the head carries the jaw, the jaw carries the teeth. I fail to fall silent, to keep my tongue still. My voice is an acid; when I speak it spills. I’ll meet you three ways if you challenge me: ferally, destructively, ceaselessly. Kick, scratch and bite from underneath. The body carries the head, the head carries the jaw, the jaw carries the teeth. Antagonist, I know you so well. You won’t see me coming and I’ll see you in hell. Count your days. You’ll need but one hand. I bid a venomous farewell. I’ll see you in hell.

7. Bodyburner

We are Gods. The keepers shall tremble. Their pillars crumble to dust from marble. Their destruction justifiable. Over those they consume, the flames are lambent, tiding shifts of reason through vengeance and judgment. Fire’s form leaves nothing unclaimed, and in its form, your every name. Oil the wood, stack the tyrants high. Bury the flesh of our governors in the fires of our fathers, bodyburner.







RECON LYRICS