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Fight Liar With Fire

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The end of the empire. Nero live-tweets the fire. Lunatics take bedlam, Purify the asylum. Kakistocracy - The power of hypocrisy. Nuclear arsenal Becomes a child’s toy. A world of enemies For him to destroy. Turn the flock over To wolves at the door. They scarcely hide Fangs stained by gore. Kneel before the spray-tanned face of destruction And get over it, losers. The mob takes revenge With strength fueled by A century of resentment. Read to grab a nation by its pussy And refuse to let go. A clown is named ringmaster. The main event is disaster. Watch as reason is shackled And science led to the scaffold. Exalt narcissism, Suicidal nihilism. Obsequious cronies in the wings. Maggots play at being kings.
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Stunned silence gives way To a cry of horror At the enormity of This collective failure. The old world gone - Hope rejected. As mercury rises, Another species dead. The future lies in A state of entropy. Reality sets in, Though you still deny The truth bearing down With your demise. Patriotism leaves no room For prejudice in your heart. So says the hateful betrayer. American carnage loosed upon the globe. American carnage - better learn to swim. There's no solid ground. Waiting our turn to drown. Lies will not save you. Our time is running out. Our time is gone.
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Oh welcome, welcome emigrante, to my country, welcome home. Welcome, welcome emigrante, to the country that I love. I am proud, I am proud, I am proud of my foremothers and I say they built this country. And they came from far away to a land they didn't know, the same way you did, my friend. So welcome, welcome emigrante, to my country, welcome home. Welcome, welcome emigrante, to the country that I love. I am proud, I am proud, I am proud of my foremothers and I say about their courage. For they spoke a foreign language and they laboured with theirs hands, the same way you did, my friend. So welcome, welcome emigrante, to my country, welcome home. Welcome, welcome emigrante, to the country that I love.
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Our time’s come And there's none left Will we freeze or will we burn From the fallout When we’re bombed out Or when we’re scorched by the sun And the clock’s hands Moving forward Only 3 left And the clocks hands Moving forward Only 3 left 3 minutes left til the end They rape they raze they pillage Poison the sky Retreat into their castles While they plot our demise And the clock’s hands Moving forward Only 3 left And the clocks hands Moving forward Only 3 left 3 minutes left til the end
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Just who's to blame, the ultimate shame This reality TV horror show A dystopia, oligarchs run amok Just how far will they go? To strip away our rights Make illegal the fights Our last stand for a dying world With lightning speed And ferocity They put us under their thumb Just who's to blame? For a party whose game is a fetid religious regime? The fingers they point To conspiracies and the young Every place but where blame lies Let's point it where it belongs Let's unite and pull out their claws The DNC and pundits The fucking corporate news The lobbyists that fund them For all the shit they spew To all the monied interests To all their power games Who plan to plunder the Earth Without an ounce of shame Our crumbling infrastructure Facing the final blow Just who's to blame? Just who's to blame? For the coming fallout? Just who's to blame? Just who's to blame? For the death of our world? Just who's to blame? Just who's to blame? For the coming fallout? Just who's to blame? It's ours to share if We don't fight back
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You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time—— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—— Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I’m finally through. The black telephone’s off at the root, The voices just can’t worm through. If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two—— The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There’s a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

about

In an era when the value of artistic expression, scientific research and truth itself have all come under attack, musicians across the country feel compelled to make a statement of resistance. Fight Liar with Fire is a DIY compilation of new, politically motivated metal and punk songs that will stand as a document of these uncertain times. Available for download via Bandcamp or on CD on Friday, June 23, all proceeds from the project will be split between the ACLU and Planned Parenthood to support ongoing efforts to fight back against the erosion of civil liberties under the current administration.

This album is free to download but we strongly encourage that you donate what you can to help support our cause.

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released June 23, 2017

Executive Producer: Jason Kolkey
Cover Art & CD Layout: Metro Catpiss
Mastering: Graham Butler

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