Lyrics:
hypocrisy
Execute real democracy
Post-industrial society
The unthinking majority
Anti-depressants
Controlling tools of your system
Making life more
hypocrisy
Execute real democracy
Post-industrial society
The unthinking majority
Anti-depressants
Controlling tools of your system
Making life more
The ordinary devices of an industrial age
Engines, cannons, presses, threshers, and drills
Make haste for the scrapyard beyond the hill
Locomotives whistle
gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta
gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta
Empire of Ash
[Verse]
Metal grinding
Gears collide
Cold steel shadows
Nowhere to hide
Screams in the factory
Souls detonate
Listen to the engine
bow down
Our lives are just cogs in a turning wheel
We march with souls sold to industrial warfare
We are the metal, the gears that grind!
Our bodies
The radiator's hissing, and half the engine's missing
The oil tank's running dry
There's water in the petrol and sand in the gears
And it hasn't seen a garage
dreams spoil
The gears grind on, relentless and cold
In this industrial wasteland, stories untold
Beneath the steel sky, we march in line
In the pulse
the military industrial complex
Can we get out
Drop the military industrial complex
Big oil putting blood in the soil
Investing in your enemy's fuel aggression
the industrial force
A dream to one day travel far and wide
All without the wagon the horse
Cogs and oil running like a river
Moving stones, with the strength
Supporting a growing trend
I call it
Waiting for the collapse of industrial society when we hit peak oil
And the businessman they look at you
And they laugh
You got my motor running
Slide me into gear
You don't need directions
We're not driving far from here
I'm out here waiting for someone just
on trucking through the night
The vortex opens through
Drive right in and straight through you
The spawn of Satan comes
It's carting oil drums
It's
charts and plans
Lathe machine the motor ring
Rough planing the suspension
Gears and wheels cut from steel
Industrial factory sealed
Assembly line
stays alive
Keep changing oil and changing gear
the hammer and grinding the gears
Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy
Run like a race for family
When you hear like you're alone
The rusted gears of morning
To faceless busy phones
We gladly run in circles
But
The radiator's hissing, and half the engine's missing
The oil tank's running dry
There's water in the petrol and sand in the gears
And it hasn't seen a garage
DEMISE OF LIFE
INDUSTRIAL MISTAKES DROPPING OIL INTO THE SEA
DESTROYING AN ENTIRE ECOSISTEM BALANCE
INTENDED HAZARDOUS DELIVERED ON THE RIVERS
will die with time
Industrial soil erosionâ?¦craters fill with blood
Rivers of hydraulic fluid form canyons below
Filling the air with sounds
Arms legs torso and brain
Grinding the gears of rage
Processed and ripping apart
Ground death to death
Complex
Greater than
Human
Ground death
black and shiny now – you gotta come down and see them
Petro-marinated fish abound – that’s the price for energy freedom
Oh, we got oil – We got oil – We
MOUNT MEIGS
Mount Meigs
Alabama Industrial School for Negro Children
‘64
They let me go
They let me go from Mount Meigs, Alabama
In 1964
But with
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