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The World Game
05:29
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The World Game
A social contract, a hustler’s long game,
To piss down your back and tell you it’s rain.
An idol of brass smiles fatly, serene,
From its dais in the shrine: overseeing the scene.
Rooks circle your head; filch the sweat from your brow.
The scammers who steal your future and your now:
Their hooks deep within you, out for all they can get.
Their greed has not reached its apogee yet.
The world game;
Sucking the life from your veins.
Brown envelopes in the back of the hand,
Deals in back rooms and the scratching of backs,
Right hand washes left and the left washes right,
They feather their nests as they’re bleeding you white.
The crooks get your votes: it’s a mandate to steal
By a world watching on, wanting in on the deal,
To join them, not beat them, take a piece of the pie.
On brazen wings, dreams of avarice fly.
The world game;
Sucking the life from your veins.
The world game;
A cess-pool of graft, our disgrace.
You’re caught in a trap and you can’t escape.
It’s all been sewn up, all the angles are played.
Treated like cattle and milked to the grave.
Picked at like carrion for the length of your days.
The parasites clutch, burrow into your skin,
Work into the marrow and corrupt from within.
At the end you accept, meekly without a fight,
You’re lost and for the rest of your life.
The world game;
Sucking the life from your veins.
The world game;
An orgy of graft, a disgrace.
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2. |
Call To Action
06:09
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Call To Action
You can’t ignore the void; it’s staring into you.
Your conscience given voice is silent, little used.
Whilst on your flat-screen a procession marches past:
Grim, black atrocities that fail to touch your heart.
This is your time, this is your destiny.
You turn your face away; it’s someone else’s loss.
Why should it bother you, why should you bear their cross?
This is your call, your call, your call to action.
This is your call, your call, your call to action.
Put up the barricades and bring the bastards down.
Disrupt this masquerade, raze temples to the ground.
Shrug off the opiate, wake up and make a stand.
Apathy’s scandalous, take up and plant your flag.
This is your time, your transient destiny.
The marker you take up to block out that small box
Is mightier than the sword so careful with that cross.
This is your call, your call, your call to action.
This is your call, your call, your call to action.
Find, raise and use your voice and let them know you care:
Scream out an awesome noise, remind them you are there.
Don’t let their cynicism infect, paralyze;
With all your might, resist them. Don’t believe their lies.
This is your time, you’re caught in destiny.
We abrogate responsibility, we choose
A wicker man, a scapegoat but it’s we who lose.
This is your call, your call, your call to action.
This is your call, your call, your call to action.
This is your call, your call, your call to action.
This is your call, your call, your call to action.
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3. |
A Swift Descent To Hell
06:38
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A Swift Descent To Hell
Hell’s troops echo up my stairs, they hammer at my door,
Their voices rend the night.
Dead-eyed devils take my arms: they drag me to the cold:
They take me from the light.
And there’s no reason given, because we all know the reason …
In the precise sense of that word.
Become another lifer, another nameless cypher:
One more voice that now won’t be heard.
Their interrogation’s short, there’s nothing they don’t know:
Nothing I can deny.
Processed, packed off to my cell to await the break of dawn:
The last night of this life.
In time, the boots come for me: a life flashes before me
But it’s a stranger’s, no more mine.
And when they’re done, they leave me on the bare concrete, bleeding:
Facing the start of my hard time.
Taken, tortured and broken,
A living death.
Confined, silent, rubbed out.
A swift descent to Hell.
Scratching out a life of sorts: if you can call this life.
We endure, we survive.
Hanging onto breath, we strive: starving, brutalized,
We keep ourselves alive.
Time now has no meaning: it’s just an endless being
Of constant hunger and decay
But deep within this carcass, a light shines in the darkness:
A spirit they can’t take away.
Taken, tortured and broken,
Disappeared.
Confined, silent, rubbed out.
A world made living Hell.
Hell. A swift descent to Hell.
Hell. Hell. A swift descent to Hell.
Hell. Hell. A swift descent to Hell.
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4. |
Battle Scarred
05:31
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Battle Scarred
In dawn’s cold silence, still we lie.
A gulf between us, ten miles wide
Alone, we two, in the grey light,
Locked together for all time.
What is done, is done to death
And what’s been said is what’s been said.
The smoke clears and the wounds are dressed,
The lines are drawn again, entrenched.
The pattern’s set,
The wheels grind on,
The ruts wear grooves into the bone.
We play our parts
And shoulder arms
With shrapnel in our hearts,
We’re battle-scarred.
Walled up in these living cells,
The children we were once: are still.
Branded by the white, hot fire
Of pain, familiar, alien.
Seared beyond the skin, the scars
Seeping poison to the heart,
Ineradicable hurt
That taints our response to the world.
The pattern’s set,
The wheels grind on,
The ruts wear grooves into the bone.
We play our parts
And shoulder arms
With shrapnel in our hearts,
We’re battle-scarred.
The ghosts that stalk and haunt our lives,
The buried “us” from former times,
The cowering child with tear-tracked face,
It cripples us with confused rage.
The walls we raise to keep us safe,
The minefields laid that hem us in,
The cold, steel armour of our life
Is what prevents us living it.
The pattern’s set,
The wheels grind on,
The ruts wear grooves into the bone.
We play our parts
And shoulder arms
With shrapnel in our hearts,
We’re battle-scarred.
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5. |
Spider Web
03:20
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Spider Web
For men Let down by life, the idyll sells itself:
A place to call their own, far from the madding crowd.
But this dream’s built on lies. A cruel deception spun
To rob them of their lives and everything they own.
And lured in, eyes open,
You’re walking to your death.
The killer leading you
Into the spider’s web.
Into the spider’s web.
Where money’s tough to find, the bargain sells itself.
For third-rate psychopaths, temptation can’t be fought.
Discovery’s assured but that won’t stop the kill.
When idiocy meets evil, it seems that nothing will.
And lured in, eyes open,
Into the trap he’s set
Himself, the killer falls
Into the spider’s web.
Into the spider’s web.
Where empathy has died, the idea sells itself.
Just place the ad and wait ‘til victims show themselves.
And with no moral brake, it’s candy from a child,
Just another act of darkness for the world.
And lured in, eyes open,
You’re walking to your death.
The killer leading you
Into the spider’s web.
Into the spider’s web.
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6. |
Jack In A Box
06:10
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Jack In A Box
Buried alive; perpetual night.
Six planks define how I’m confined.
Yearn for the light I’ve been denied.
Tortured and blind: Out of my mind.
The handle cranks.
The pressure grows.
The spring coils tight.
The fury blows.
And Hell breaks loose.
All Hell breaks loose.
I am Jack in the box.
I am Jack in the box.
Out in the day, the sun’s hot rays
Ignite the pyre in my veins.
Out of the cage, consuming rage
Boils into hate: Unleash the pain.
And once I’m out
I’m here to stay.
Here to destroy;
To make you pay.
And Hell breaks loose.
All Hell breaks loose.
I am Jack in the box.
I am Jack in the box.
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7. |
Trolls
06:22
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Trolls
Hate we get in doses that destroy us;
Poured in without stinting, lap it up,
Drink deep of the fear of what divides us.
Revel in the purity of blood.
Ignorance serves as recruiter,
It calls to the marrow,
It speaks to the psyche,
It’s hard to ignore.
Filling the hearts of the backward,
The cowards who follow,
The mass, persecutors:
It makes them strong.
Here come the trolls.
Dogma fed through drips to unborn armies.
Sucked down without thinking, sign us up.
What is written, forbidden, defines us.
Praise the Lord and pass the ammo, son.
Willing and prepared to slaughter
Your children at random,
Consolidate power
In the claws of ghouls.
Striving to suppress your freedoms,
Prevent you from thinking,
Denying your conscience
And playing you for fools.
Here come the trolls.
Hate we get in doses that destroy us;
Poured in without stinting, lap it up,
Drink deep of the fear of what divides us.
Revel in the purity of blood.
Ignorance serves as recruiter,
It calls to the marrow,
It speaks to the psyche,
It’s hard to ignore.
Filling the hearts of the backward,
The cowards who follow,
The mass, persecutors:
It makes them strong.
Here come the trolls.
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8. |
State Of Disgrace
04:48
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State of Disgrace
Find a vein and plunge the needle in.
Wire your brain up to the cold machine.
‘Cos if you don’t think, well then you don’t fear,
Uncertainties fade, the truth becomes clear.
‘Cos if you don’t feel, well then there’s no pain,
No trauma to bear, no tears, no heartache to face.
A state of disgrace,
Blind faith and apathy embrace.
Your place,
A state of disgrace:
Awake you sleepwalkers, awake.
Bow your head, absolve yourself from blame
Whilst the deaths of millions prove your shame.
If what you believe is all’s preordained,
Immutable will then they can’t be saved
And what you believe sees you off the hook:
No guilt to be had, there’s no backward look to face …
A state of disgrace,
Blind faith and apathy embrace.
Your place,
A state of disgrace:
Awake you sleepwalkers, awake.
Knot that tie and sublimate yourself.
Bug that line – it’s a job and nothing else.
Once you stand outside, well then they don’t count,
The lives you lay bare: They’re ten to the pound
And in your despite, contempt in your heart,
You join the massed ranks of concentration camp guards:
Your fate.
A state of disgrace,
Blind faith and apathy embrace.
Your place,
A state of disgrace:
Awake you sleepwalkers, awake.
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9. |
Saturday Night Holocaust
04:41
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Saturday Night Holocaust
Atomic burgers taste a little strange
I drive down to the disco: Pompadour and pink lammé.
I bow and blow the doorman: He parts the chain, says join the game.
A quick line in the girls’ room: To the bar for the electrodes.
A coin into the right slits: Tape my temple, watch me go
Blacks are banned, except on the records. Oh life's a cabaret,
Like Berlin, 1930s. All I crave is my escape.
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes.
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress,
Up and down your spandex ass.
If I lit a match to you, you'd melt before my eyes.
Come here, my pretty glow-worm, you look so fine to dance with me.
The fly-eye lights are throbbing, I'm burning up the floor.
Whirling, twirling, close my eyes: No faces judging me.
But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes.
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress,
Up and down your spandex ass.
A Hitler youth in jogging suit, smiling face banded 'round his arm,
Says, 'Line up, you've got work to do: We need dog food for the poor'.
A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines.
Customized vans wait outside.
I'm getting scared of my new home,
To Auschwitz condominiums we go.
Oh no.
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes.
Let my fingers down your dress
One more time.
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Silvaticus Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Ex-Hydra Vein band-mates Damon Maddison, Nathan Maddison and Paul Bate team up with ex-Plan A guitarist Jef Streatfield and
former Eternal Torment vocalist James Manley-Bird to bring the metal!
The first album was recorded between the 10th and 24th of May, 2014 in Factory Studios, Bristol, the UK and tasters from the sessions will be available online shortly.
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