Collateral Damage, Pt. I

by Peculate

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Remixed May 2013

This is the first of three installments in Collateral Damage, a progressive metal concept album about imperialism.

More specifically, Collateral Damage is about the unrepentant, indiscriminate slaughter of civilians the U.S.A. calls, and has long called, "foreign policy."

This album is dedicated to all of the people murdered by the U.S. government (and other nations' governments) in the name of maintaining empire and securing and expanding markets.

SCORES available at Peculate.co/Scores.

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released March 18, 2013

Music, lyrics, production, and album art by Ben Norton (BenNorton.com)

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Progressive math metal meets jazz-infused avant-garde classical music
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Track Name: Lullaby of the Occupied
Don't go to sleep.
Don't you dream.
Don't even close your doomed young eyes.

'Cus they are watching,
Flying overhead;
Bombing over heads.
"Protecting freedom."

By "freedom" what they really mean is privilege.

Everything's justified in the name of "freedom."
Track Name: Dreams in a Vacuum
We must maintain
The dream we’ve attained
(On the backs of the poor).

A life of dreams,
Dreams of comfort.

We must maintain
The dream we’ve attained.
A life of dreams,
A dream of comfort.

Comfort
Is all we seek.
Comfort
Makes up our dreams.
And we will maintain these dreams
By any means necessary.

We must maintain
The dream we’ve attained.
And, in order to do that,
Someone’s gotta be kept in chains.

(So we must ask ourselves.)
What are we willing to pay
For our comfort?
For our privilege?
And who is going to
Pay for it?

Welcome to the world.
You might wanna go back to sleep.
Know:
They dream to live;
We live to dream.

Welcome to the (ravished) world.
You might wanna go back to sleep.
Know:
They dream to live;
So that we can
Live to dream.

Dreams and lives
In our world of
Comfort and privilege
Don’t happen in a vacuum.
They come at quite the price:
The lives of the poor.

Dreams and lives
In our world of
Comfort and privilege
Don’t happen in a vacuum.
They come at quite the price:
The destruction of our world.
The destruction of everyone’s world.

Open your eyes.
Wake up from the dream.
Open your eyes
To a ravished world.

We must maintain
The dream we’ve attained.
And, in order to do that,
Someone’s gotta be kept in chains.

We must maintain
The dream we entertain,
And to do that,
At the price we expect,
At the price we demand,
Someone must be kept in chains.

This is the price of our comfort,
Our privilege.
Take a good look:
Dead children,
Sweatshops,
Genocide.
Take a good fucking look.
Track Name: Looking Inward
Feel their tears drip
On your fingertips.
And wipe the blood off your lips.

This is the price of privilege.

Hear them scream in fright,
Lying awake at night,
Fearing for their lives.

Human sacrifice for the rich.

Don’t go to sleep.
Don’t you dream.
Don’t even close
Your privileged eyes.
‘Cus they are dying.

This is not some maudlin appeal to emotion;
This is a direct appeal to morality.
We must ask ourselves:
Have we lost our humanity?

Can’t you sense their pain?
Don’t you feel?
Do you even care?

See the bombs fly.
Do they not have rights?
We can no longer deny it;
Face it: we’re all parasites.

Open your eyes.
Wake up from the dream
You’ve been living.
Open your eyes
To a ravished world.

Face it:
We are all…

Parasites.
Admit guilt:
We’re all parasites,
In this ravished world.
Track Name: Whose Child
Whose child stays and whose child goes
Is not a matter of fate;
It’s a matter of economics.
Whose child sings and whose child croaks
Is just punishment for the
Worst crime of all…

Whose child stays and whose child goes
Is not a matter of fate;
It’s a matter of economics.
Whose child sings and whose child croaks
Is not subject to
Some kind of
Divine condemnation.
There is no divine;
There is only condemnation.
Condemnation.

Human condemnation.
Political condemnation.
Economic condemnation.

And empire clings
To the last vestiges
Of its bloody entrails.
Yet these entrails
Eat, and breathe;
And drink, and think;
And sleep, and weep;
And live, and love.

And the “Free” Market clings
To the last vestiges
Of its bloody empires.
And children die in its wake.

But our leaders assure us;
We’re not the wrong ones.
They’re the criminals.
We’re innocent;
They’re guilty,
Them. They.
Their crime?
Being born in the wrong part of the planet.
Their punishment?
That’s not for us to decide.
That’s God’s decision.

We have one obligation,
And one obligation alone.
We must defend our privilege.
By any means necessary.
(We repeat:
We must defend our privilege.
By any means necessary.)

Don’t worry,
They tell us.
Their lives are less valuable.
They’re necessary
Human sacrifices
In the name of freedom.

Their lives are less valuable.
They assure us.
They’re just
Human sacrifices
In the name of…

Their lives are less valuable.
They assure us.
They’re just
Human sacrifices
In the name of Freedom.

We’re just protecting our freedom.
Almighty Freedom.
We’re just maintaining our lifestyle.
Our lifestyle.

Fulfilling the Dream.

They are always the oppressor.
And we are always the oppressed.
They are always the instigator.
We always act in self-defense.
We only act in self-defense.

Self-defense.
We only slaughter children
In self-defense.
Track Name: Wrong Place, Wrong Time
They must be punished for
The worst crime of all:
Being born…

They must be punished for
The worst crime of all:
Being born in the wrong…

They must be punished for
The worst crime of all:
Being born in the wrong place…

They must be punished for
The worst crime of all:
Being born in the wrong place,
At the wrong time.

“Karma”’s only convenient
When it’s self-serving.
“Karma”’s only convenient
When you’re not the one dying.

How much are we willing to pay for our comfort?
How many people have to…
How much are we willing to pay for privilege?
How many people have to die?
And who are we going to force to pay for it?

The oppressor will get what the oppressor deserves.
Watch closely;
Don’t be on the wrong side of history.