Propaganda death ensembleBurial to beCorpses rotting through the nightIn blood laced miseryScorched earth the policyThe reason for the siegeThe pendulum it shaves the bladeThe strafing air blood raid
Infiltration push reservesEncircle the front linesSupreme art of strategyPlaying on the mindsBombard till submissionTake all to their gravesIndication of triumphThe number that are dead
CHORUSSport the war, war supportThe sport is war, total warWhen victory's a massacreThe final swing is not a drillIt's how many people I can kill
― Jon Williams (ex machina), Friday, 28 February 2003 13:58 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 28 February 2003 13:59 (twenty-two years ago)
All I hear is voices in the crowd Though they only whisper though they frown People saying oh it's such a shame Still they only look to pass the blame
If we can find a way to work things out The only way to start is to start now
Chorus When are we gonna stand up as people Realise that as people we're all equal We don't want no world war sequel For the love of god think of the people When are we gonna stand up as people Realise that as people we're all equal We don't want no world war sequel For the love of god think of the people
Children always learn by what they see So we gotta practice what we preach Don't you know if thats the game of life We refuse when we chose to fight
I pray before I sleep at night That I wake to find a clear blue sky
I love the chorus. Shame he couldn't have worked "steeple" in there though.
― j0e (j0e), Friday, 28 February 2003 14:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave q, Friday, 28 February 2003 14:10 (twenty-two years ago)
Gen'rals gathered in their masses,Just like witches at black massesEvil minds that plot destruction,Sorcerer of death's constructionIn the fields the bodies burning,As the war machine keeps turningDeath and hatred to mankind,Poisoning their brainwashed mindsOh Lord Yeah!
Politicians hide themselves awayThey only started the warWhy should they go out to fight?They leave thier role to the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds,Making war just for funTreating people just like pawns in chess,Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah
Now in darkness world stops turning,Ashes where the bodies burningNo more War Pigs have the power,And as God has struck the hourDay of judgement, God is callingOn their knees the war pigs crawling,Begging mercies for their sinsSatan, laughing, spreads his wingsOh Lord Yeah!
― Jon Williams (ex machina), Friday, 28 February 2003 14:19 (twenty-two years ago)
Party at ground zero, every movie star and you. And the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew. WOOAAHH!!!
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 28 February 2003 15:14 (twenty-two years ago)
theres a war going down between my brothers tonight i don't want no war goingdown tonight civilization ha i call it as i see it i call it bullshit you knowi still cannot believe it our evolution now has gone the way of hate a worldevolved resolved in this stupid fate stop this war all so different yeah i saywere all the same all caught you know in the division game self destructionfast impending like a bullet no one can stop it once its fired no one cancontrol it stop this war a final word, wait it's not a call to action we aintno sect we aint no fucking faction unity unity youve heard it all before thistime its not exclusive we want to stop a war unity as one stand together unityevolutions gonna come
― Jon Williams (ex machina), Friday, 28 February 2003 15:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave q, Friday, 28 February 2003 15:58 (twenty-two years ago)
― Michael B, Friday, 28 February 2003 16:31 (twenty-two years ago)
false prophets leading crusades and jihadsall blaspheme in the name of the same godthere's more going on behind the scenesthan what you see on the faces of modern day royaltyplenty of pain and propaghandakeep trading the upperhandkeep up the killing in the holy landfighting just leads to more killingjust leads to more dyingjust leads to more mothers that are crying
welcome to the funeralcivilians and criminalssinners and infidelshumans and animalsblood on the hands of their generals
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 28 February 2003 16:41 (twenty-two years ago)
i saw some military hardware todaythey changed the colorolive drabto yellow brown grey the color of our deadthe color of our glory
― Colin Meeder (Mert), Friday, 28 February 2003 16:44 (twenty-two years ago)
― Clare (not entirely unhappy), Monday, 3 March 2003 03:05 (twenty-two years ago)
The circus of death is approachingIts pathway is painted in redBefore it the frightened and helplessBehind it a trail of the dead
The narcotic that forges their unionIs a substance known only to oneTo the clown it is known as DominionIt's a secret that he'll give to none
The drug which gives the clown powerMeans the circus can never be stoppedAnd his dream can go on unhinderedTill the last human being has dropped
Spare me and my familyI've done you no wrongGo away, please let us beI've known you for too long
― Trayce (trayce), Monday, 3 March 2003 03:18 (twenty-two years ago)
Antiflag - 911 For Peace
It's in the paper every dayYou see it in the headlines and you feel so sickAs another life leaves this world - this world so full of hate - but short! Short on compassion, short on humanityAsking myself in vain, shaken by the shock… "Do we even have a chance?"
I don't want to dieI don't want to killWe are all human It's time to prove it
This is a plea for peace (world peace)To the oppressors of the world (and to…)To the leaders of nations, Corporate profit takers,To the every day citizenGreed, envy, fear, hate- the competition has to stop!When you see someone down - now is the time to pick `em upSet our differences aside and never look back!
Isn't everybody tired of the fighting? Killing? Dying? Hatred?Violence?
(*excerpts from "I Have a Dream" by Dr. Martin Luther King*)
― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Monday, 3 March 2003 03:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Monday, 3 March 2003 05:21 (twenty-two years ago)
the interpreterwhere is he nowwill he wordless shine like the devilwill he leave moscow
― , Monday, 3 March 2003 06:24 (twenty-two years ago)
Some folks are born to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no, Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,
― Chris Barrus (xibalba), Monday, 3 March 2003 07:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― CarsmileSteve (CarsmileSteve), Monday, 3 March 2003 09:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Monday, 3 March 2003 13:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Monday, 3 March 2003 13:18 (twenty-two years ago)
The eastern world it tis explodin?,violence flarin?, bullets loadin?,you?re old enough to kill but not for votin?,you don?t believe in war, what?s that gun you?re totin?,and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin?,but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,ah, you don?t believe we?re on the eve of destruction.
Don?t you understand, what I?m trying to say?Can?t you see the fear that I?m feeling today?If the button is pushed, there?s no running away,There?ll be no one to save with the world in a grave,take a look around you, boy, it?s bound to scare you, boy,but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,ah, you don?t believe we?re on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood?s so mad, feels like coagulatin?,I?m sittin? here, just contemplatin?,I can?t twist the truth, it knows no regulation,handful of Senators don?t pass legislation,and marches alone can?t bring integration,when human respect is disintegratin?,this whole crazy world is just too frustratin?,and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,ah, you don?t believe we?re on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,but when your return, it?s the same old place,the poundin? of the drums, the pride and disgrace,you can bury your dead, but don?t leave a trace,hate your next-door-neighbour, but don?t forget to say grace,and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,ah, you don?t believe we?re on the eve of destruction.
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Monday, 3 March 2003 20:08 (twenty-two years ago)