1. Revolt

The systematic rape of the way I am living
It makes me mad, it makes me sad, it makes me unforgiving,
I'm sick of being silent.
I'm sick of being numb.
Whatever war they think they're winning, fuck it,
We have just begun.

Revolt!
Regardless of the outcome,
Our future is untold.

Revolt!
Revolt!
Kill with rage, die in flames,
The future is untold.

Twenty million graves are dug by catholic religion,
It makes me mad, it makes me sad, it makes me unforgiving.
I come to one conclusion –
No room for absolution.
Someone ought to shout you in the name of retribution.

Revolt!
Regardless of the outcome,
Our future is untold.

Revolt!
Revolt!
Kill with rage, die in flames,
The future is untold.

'And yes, I can understand that it was quite disturbing for the majority of the population when the
world leaders, both political and religious, were taken out of their offices and shot on the
streets.
But, looking back at that day, it was by far the best thing the 21st-century brought us.'

Revolt!
Regardless of the outcome,
Our future is untold.

Revolt!
Revolt!
Kill with rage, die in flames,
The future is untold.

Where's the voice of the intellectuals?
Where's the burning barricade?
All I see is conformation to the ongoing rape!

Where's the killing of the tyrants?
Where's the death of the state?
All I see is conformation to the stalemate!

2. Rise To Ruin

From the dawn of time and birth of man,
We are born to gather and breed like rats.
To quench our thirst,
We scorch the earth.
We are born to gather and breed like rats.

We feel supreme, god given right.
We are born to gather and breed like rats.
All this we need,
Makes us complete.
We are born to gather and breed like rats.

We rise to ruin when we race to get ahead.
Trapped in this man made madness.
We're born to consume, our values set.
We rise – to ruin!

So you collect the pain,
You collect the agony,
You collect the right to suffer for eternity.

You collect the hurt,
You collect the apathy.
Now you've evolved to total catastrophe!

3. The War On Stupidity

Back to the tribes,
Back to the nations.
A global war
On globalisation.

Arm yourself for the sake of common sense.
Shoot straight in the name of life's defence.
Shoot straight.
Better dying tall than living on your knees.
Fight this poor man's way of living is my plea.

Death to the slumber,
And the apathy!
A global war
On stupidity.

I want a revolution to speed up evolution,
This is our goal, this is our mission.

No intelligence, zero tolerance.
This is fact, this is no fiction!

Arm yourself for the sake of common sense.
Shoot straight in the name of life's defence.
Better dying tall than living on your knees.
Fight this poor man's way of living is my plea.

Shoot straight!

4. A Question Of Terror

'The only fear I know / the fear of my own mind / tor all the times I have rehearsed / the slaying
of your kind.'

Can you please explain?
How an act of terror is defined.
A man battling an oppressor
Or oppression by a government.

Can you please define?
What you would call right and wrong
Perhaps the same old difference
Between weak and strong.

Do you understand?
That your life will never be the same,
That the rules have changed,
And those who hunted now are game!

With might you march and trample
What dissidents hold dear.
But your weakness and Achilles' heel
Is that you live in fear.

The only fear I know
The fear of my own mind
For all the times I have rehearsed
The slaying of your kind.

5. Babylon's Whores

With overwhelming power and overwhelming lies,
We've seen so many times before.
The final moral crusade of the chosen ones,
Against the infidels' uproar.

Whatever the name, whatever the shape.
Your era has come to an end.
All that you've feared, a thousand times more.
It's too late to make amends.

Nothing will be the same anymore.
Nothing will be the same.

You never expected this to happen.
This you could not foresee.
To be struck straight in your heart,
By this feeble enemy.

Nothing will be the same anymore.
Nothing will be the same.

We're the heretics,
Babylon's whores.
And we become the undefeated.
The boy that slays his lord.

6. Speak When Spoken To

You call this life?
This dormant state.
Full control.
You vegetate.
Cast from one mould.
Billions alike,
The right to speak you wave goodbye.

Speak When Spoken To.

March at command,
No questions asked.
One straight line
Towards the end.
Cast from one mould,
Lemmings alike.
You've been kept stupid, kept silent.

Speak When Spoken To

The kissing of the flag
Guns locked and loaded.
I've seen this frame before.

Full of shit and righteousness.
High on divine blessings.
I've seen this frame before.

Speak When Spoken To!

7. A Grim Charade

A grim charade, this jester's race.
Its bleakness washes over me.
This overpowered farce, technocratic state.
Needs to be put back into its place.
All the shit you throw now comes back at you.

That's when you wake up and realise
That this war cannot be won.
The truth hits hard, the walls come down.
Your nightmare has just begun.

It's a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration.
Of your lust for wealth and power,
Your pointless rules and accusations,
The price to pay for the greedy nations.

There's no-one to help you now.
Your threats mean nothing now.
No-one to help you now.
Your threats mean nothing.

It's a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration,
Of your lust for wealth and power.
Your pointless wars and accusations,
The price to pay for the dying nations.

No-one to help you now.

8. Murder Brigade

Rat, Filth,

You crawl your way among my kind.
There's one mistake to think I'm blind
With passion I will end your days.
I am a Murder Brigade

Rat, Filth,
You dwell between the lowest of the low
Rat, Filth,
Soft spoken lies and fake emotions shown.

You put your hands on what is mine.
There's one mistake to think I'm blind.
With passion I well end your days.
I am a Murder Brigade

You meditate in silence,
My life's the longest cry.
I will make you understand,
Why you have to die.

You think you know my feelings,
Claim to know me well.
I will lead the way,
Into your own hell.

Rat, Filth,
With passion I will end your days.

9. The End Of It All

Feeling secure in the herd,
With your chin up high.
Happy to follow and obey.
Part of all, part of it all.

Every step you take,
Gets you closer to the line.
Will make you lose yourself.
Lose it all, lose it all.

And when you're down on your knees,
Just a number, there to bleed,
Time for you to draw the line,
Question it all, question it all.

With all your might you grasp.
Try to hold on to your life.
Time to change beliefs before you lose it all.

The end of it all!
The end!