They Love the Soil Which Makes Their Graves

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released March 27, 2015

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Track Name: ABEER QASSIM HAMZA AL-JANABI
For a greater cause
Freedom, democracy
A surreal campaign
Tainted with shame

Send the psychopaths to war
The sane won't fill the ranks
Seeing those moments
Is beyond comprehension

Reduced to the means to an end
No integrity, no defense
Close your eyes, try to pretend
This could ever make sense

The horrors of the actuality
Swept under a rug of ideology
Pragmatism, your true name
Is terror, murder and rape

The invasion
of a country
Embodied in a girl
Rape and murder kith
Burn it all down
Burn it all down

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The horrors of the actuality
Swept under a rug of ideology
Pragmatism, your true name
Is terror, murder and rape

Reduced to the means to an end
No integrity, no defense
Close your eyes, try to pretend
This could ever make sense
Track Name: TRAILS OF THE DEAD / TRIALS OF THE LIVING
These trails stretch all across the earth
Pain and suffering never in dearth

So few years of peace
In human history

The culmination
of civilization:
War reenactments
and children’s coffins

Boundless greed and pride
Enforces endless trials

The culmination
of civilization:
War reenactments
and children’s coffins

Nasty, brutish and shortsighted
Are the motives of man

Despondency forever
Track Name: PATRIOTISM IS A MAGGOT IN THEIR HEADS
War mongerers and war profiteers
Offer tidal waves of pathos
To lost souls struggling to find
Purpose, meaning, a test of manhood

So easily led, no self respect
Patriotism is a maggot in their heads

They love the soil which makes their graves
They honor the masters who make them slaves

Supported by masters and community
A hero - no need for morality
Do what you're told, don't try to think
Let others choose, this country is the best

So easily led, no self respect
Patriotism is a maggot in their heads

They love the soil which makes their graves
They honor the masters who make them slaves
Track Name: DETHRONER
My will to live
Will crush your castle
In a mass of decaying thralls

The will of a dying mob
Will no longer succumb
Stacking corpses to climb your walls

Dethroner will rise
Coming for your head

The mad king thinks he’s king
The guillotine will prove he’s not
Abdication or guillotine!

We’re ripping at the seams
Of your symbolic reality
Abdication or guillotine!

Dethroner will rise
Coming for your head
Dethroner will rise
Dethroner will spread
Track Name: PARTITION
They are approaching
Cut off your children’s heads
And jump in the well
Never let them get you
They are approaching
Never let them get you
Track Name: DESERTER
Relentless hard rain
No path, no guide
Sinister cold wind
No shelter in sight
Blistering feet
Covered in fleas
No rest for days
Mud to the knees

Sinking in deeper
stuck in the bog
Yearning for the mountain
Stone cold, hard rock
Every effort
Eroding the aim
The only certainty
is that death is a gain

Swallowing and inhaling
The cold darkness
The only way out is down
Give in and let it all sink

Own the end of light
Death tastes like dirt
Rather die like this
Down here the king’s men can't reach me
Track Name: THE END OF WAR
Intrinsic instinct of self-preservation
Transformed into abstraction: the nation

Us against them ideology!
Us against them pathology!
Us against them dichotomy!

The ugly naked face of power
Stripped of the mask of diplomacy
It’s a war of all against all

A planet unsustainably stretched

Only the dead have seen the end of the war