1. |
Cut! Cut! Cut!
04:40
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Gather food and supplies;
The Apocalypse is coming,
And we must prepare.
The monster of the loch,
The alien takeover,
The attack of Sasquatch—
Throw in the Fiscal Cliff
And you have every popular myth.
So collect all the lights and mirrors you can find.
For the vampires are coming.
And forget the crosses.
Religion is their weapon.
And forget the garlic.
These vampires don’t seek blood.
They seek what’s in your wallet.
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth.
And Sisyphus is cracking up
As the rock rolls over us.
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth.
And we are going over it.
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth,
Another scheme to serve the rich.
So don’t you dare question it
(Lest you bite into their profits).
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth,
And we are being pushed over it.
Cut! Cut! Cut social benefits.
Cut! Cut! Cut! Fuck the poor.
Cut! Cut! Cut what you can and run with it.
Cut! Cut! And keep on fighting wars, across the planet.
Cut! Cut! Cut!
Prepare yourself for end of prosperity—
The Myth of Prosperity.
When your wealth,
When your society’s wealth,
Is extracted
With the bomb,
And the gun—
Extracted,
Stolen,
From the colony,
From the colonial subject,
From the colonized land ,
From an entire people’s future,
Prepare for your society to crumble.
Gather food and supplies;
For the Sequester is coming,
And we must prepare.
"Trickle Down" from on high,
The Invisible Hand,
Arbeit macht frei,
And the fucking "Free" Market lie—
Throw in the Fiscal Cliff
And you have every profitable fib.
So collect all the rights and freedoms you can hide.
For the politicians are coming.
And forget voting.
The State is their weapon.
Forget about “justice.”
These shills don’t seek to help.
They seek to fill their wallets.
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth.
And Sisyphus is cracking up
As the rock rolls over us.
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth.
And we are going over it.
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth,
Another scheme to serve the rich.
So don’t you dare question it,
(Lest you bite into their profits).
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth,
And we are being pushed over it.
"[We're] as mad as hell,
And [we're] not going to take this anymore."
Austerity's a death wish.
And a death wish has only one proper form:
Throw the rich off the fiscal cliff.
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2. |
Capital Credo
04:45
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We believe in one "Free" Market,
The Manager, the Almighty,
Maker of "freedom" and wealth,
Of all that is, sold and unsold.
Make an offering to the Market.
The most holy of holies,
A gift, a sacrifice,
To prove your faith,
To crush those "entitled" lice.
The greater the offering,
The greater the reward.
The poor don't need to eat.
They need to mop our fucking floors.
The reign of austerity
Comes down upon us,
Crushes us,
Leaves us no air to breathe.
Pay your dues.
Make your dividends.
Proffer all you have,
Or it'll be taken from you.
The rain of austerity
Comes down upon us,
Crushes us,
Leaves us no air to breathe.
The more we sacrifice,
The more Its radiance will
Shine upon us.
The Market watches over us
Kindly,
All-knowingly,
Yet not equally.
The poor must pay their dues.
Austerity will flee the scene.
Forget everything.
Austerity reigns supreme,
If you know what I mean.
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3. |
A (Privatized) Fugue
01:34
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4. |
Arbeit Macht Frei
05:01
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I’m a wage slave,
Miserably poor,
While my government
Could hardly spend more
On weapons
To kill the innocent.
Thank Big Brother
For dealing with them.
Indiscriminate punishment
Tastes so good
With a nice side of
Cash.
Broiled cash,
Fried cash,
Raw cash.
No need to look out
Where your gilded bombs are going.
They don’t just fall on
Their heads;
They fall on
Ours.
So cut! Cut! Cut the Safety Net.
Cut! Cut! Cut! Fuck the weak.
Cut! Cut! Cut whatever the hell you want.
Cut! Cut! But never stop funding wars,
Across your planet.
Cut! Cut! Cut!
No need to look out
Where your fiscal bombs are falling.
They don’t just fall on
Their heads;
They fall on
Ours.
Don’t you dare question
Our Priorities,
If you know what I mean.
Our self-interest is
Your self-interest.
“Rational” Self-Interest.
We don’t spend money
Saving lives at home.
We spend money
Ending lives abroad.
There’s big money in war.
Illegal war?
Sounds good to…
Pointless war?
Sounds awfully good to…
Long, drawn-out war?
Sounds good to…
Bloody war?
Sounds awfully good to me.
There’s money in blood.
And there’s just
Too much blood to be spilled.
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5. |
There's Money in Blood
04:20
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We don’t spend money
Saving lives at home.
We spend money
Ending lives abroad.
I’m looking to do a new investment.
I don’t care about the human cost.
My only concern is the fiscal cost.
For “The world is a business.”
And a business has
No room for “Entitlements.”
No more lights,
Safety or consent;
Food, water, life:
All Entitlements.
There’s money in blood,
And more blood than
We know what to do with.
Prepare yourself to fight back against austerity—
The Reign of Austerity.
Expropriate. Organize.
We’ve had enough of their damn lies.
Expropriate. Organize.
Now is the time.
Let’s get off this fucking fiscal mountain,
Take our heads out of the clouds,
And get on level ground.
Now is the time,
Where the precipice is steep,
At the edge of the sky.
Hit them where it hurts:
Make their profits bleed;
Make their system die.
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6. |
An Ode to Sisyphus
01:02
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The Fiscal Cliff is a myth.
And Sisyphus is cracking up
as the rock rolls over us.
The Fiscal Cliff is a myth.
And we are going over it.
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7. |
Tighten Your Belt
04:50
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Cut the Safety Net,
With your gilded scissors.
Watch the less fortunate
Fall onto the Spikes of Capital.
The vampires, vultures, and venture capitalists
Await them impatiently below.
We’ll leave the aid to the charities.
Only the heart-warming philanthropy of
The heartless chief executives
Can set us free.
No more rights.
No more “Entitlements.”
The Market,
The most Holy of Holies,
Wants much more than our two cents.
For every hole the poor tighten their belts
The rich loosen theirs.
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8. |
Structural Adjustment
02:08
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Prepare yourself to fight back against austerity—
The Reign of Austerity.
Expropriate. Organize.
It’s about time we realized:
Capitalism is a series of fiscal cliffs.
And They’re pushing us
Closer and closer to the edge.
Capitalism is a permanent forced labor camp.
Keep reminding yourself,
Arbeit macht frei,
Arbeit macht frei.
Slave away enough,
And work will set you free.
You never know,
You may get your own
Sliver of The Dream.
It’s time for a structural adjustment program,
In the opposite direction:
Make their profits bleed;
Make their system die.
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PECULATE
Progressive metal and mathcore meet jazz fusion and avant-garde classical music ||| Metal in Opposition ||| (PECULATE is the solo project of composer and musician Ben Norton)
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