Justifiable Homicide

Album: Destroy The Opposition (2000)
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  • Profits are the powermad's motivating force.
    Just a greedy aspiration to be fed.
    Put to the test, they'll fuck all the rest,
    Till all their rivals are dead, they're dead.

    Pushed on to fight as the pressure infects
    And their rotten intentions arise
    Our retaliation forces are the primary front
    We all have got to cut them down to size.

    Faceless prophets pushing Nazi policies
    Money is the God they defend.
    The workers released, the lions are fed,
    It's all just a means to an end.

    The war is here and the mission is clear: engage-enforce-erase
    Who are they to say we're free? There's no choices I can see.
    Just look around, the tension builds.
    Who's to blame when it comes down?

    Drug laws, no privacy, the last breath of sanity
    It's all fucked, cause what I see is too damn many brain-washed humans.
    The forces of dissension are released,
    Their products and corruption no one needs.

    The cracks within the system start to show
    So let's fucking let them know
    Think if you can, what a fucking waste of life
    One too many dreams have broken.

    Down through the past, it's a spiral into night
    Try if you can; break this cycle clean.

    Work for a wage, it's a lie, it's a mind game,
    Breaking your back for some mother fucker
    He doesn't care, and no one really does
    Life is short, so get up off your knees

    There's no peace, till we rip off the roof of this whole desecration
    Haul out the lairs who claim who claim they "got a job to do"
    Cause we all understand there're violent implications
    Inside a world that needs us, to see the fucking deal go through

    Through false tenets heralding the "right to mass consumption"

    The population's gluttony is spread
    Fatter and weaker, no thinking's allowed empty eyes on empty heads
    Chaos surrounds as the system's cut down, these fuckers are as good as dead

    Once we tear out the heart in this evisceration
    You'll know just where the fuck the world's going to
    Fuck you if you believe there's no alternative
    That's where we fill-fill your empty void
    There's no changing the faith of the common man
    He's got life that your mind could never comprehend
    Worthless waste just a shell of human life
    Now cold dead, a death justified. Publisher: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
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Comments: 1

  • Cal from London, United KingdomInteresting. I would suppose that Bill from Lansing, MI has the cd because I couldn't make out a single bloody word at all. On a side note I am none to thrilled with the name of the band either. This song while it might have some actual merrit sounded like a sheep going through a meat grinder while the "vocalist" grunted into an electric shaver instead of a microphone. While I do support the worker's struggle from oppression there are other musical groups, whom one can actually understand, that would be better to listen to but that is only my opinion and does greatly differ from every other person.
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