Pro-Pain - Prophets Of Doom lyrics
Tracks 01. Neocon
02. Un-American 03. Hates Marches On 04. One World Ain't Enough 05. Getting Over 06. Operation Blood For Oil 07. Torn 08. Death Toll Rises 09. The Prisoner 10. Days Of Shame 01. Neocon
The war on terror
No truth, all lies Awaken the masses Open your eyes Yeah! Kill, rape, torture, pillage, as time marches on A vicious agenda de force Neocon Prize in sight, so we fight, and we pray that the kids are alright that we sent off to die Letters sent from the base tell the tale that we face everyday but we tend to deny That the cause is unjust so we must pray to god for the wrath is his will, so we kill Branded weak are the sheep with no minds of their own So they do what they're told, and they will Thou shalt not fight for you! US Uber Alles except for itself A country divided by fascists and wealth Begging for mercy, the truth never told Families are broken, bodies are cold Deaf, blind, all sides getting took for a ride Being fed steady diets of grey Death starved, so we dine up with a chill up the spine As we drink it and wish it away Such a price to endure all the theater of death has to give in the place where we live Play god for the term play it well Never learn, never will we forget or forgive Thou shalt not kill for you! Bring it on! Thou shalt not die for you! Bring it on Neocon! 02. Un-American
Outa control
Out of our minds Losing our faith, faith in mankidn It's about us It's about time! It's not what you think It's not a free state It never once was Isn't that great? You're walking in step with the forces of hate So tell me how you're proud to be American vis a vis "say can ya fuckin see"? Identifying enemies to unify our populace for the betterment of you and me Oh, and now it's too late There's no turning back the nazis of hate in red, white and black You're un-American! Dow of all fours, do as you told, media whores Mission control's spinnin' lies, sellin' soles Torture confirmed, the mission's a mess Laws overturned, time to protest the power elite and their special interests A self inflicted prophecy of military supremacy for national security Shred the Bill of Rights and then make us all feel scared again Incriminate the poison pen Oh, now it's too late We're under attack from forces within to fuckin Iraq Your un-American! 03. Hates Marches On
Hate is on the march
Hence the kiss of death A few will get out alive to take another breath Freedom is on the rise in businesses all around The public kept unaware and told to "hunker down" Unanswered questions like how, when and why? No accusations confirmed or denied Left opposition laid down and played dead Millions left speeches, scratching their heads Genocide, homicide, legacy of a cold and a sick society Put your balls to the test and bring it on Better fight to the death Hate marches on Exit due process feelin' fuckin betrayed I've never been known to partake in charades Worshippers on the edge Prayin for better days I'm just a sucker for Jesus because I heard he saves A gut wrenching process to bury one's own Anxious and nervous you'll sit by the phone Xerox condolences sent to you all from Rummy and George, Condi and Paul Consider this and take a stand to make amends It's not a place for your intolerance Why do we feel the need to carry on this way It's not OK! Hate marches on! 04. One World Ain't Enough
The first taste of freedom left a bitter taste and that's the reason why I hate
The one way system of society and millions of people who say "why me"? If one world ain't enough for all of us I'll pack a bag in time to beat the rush and go to a destination Nice and new and I'll leave this place behind because of you I did my best, but that wasn't enough I guess they did not like my stuff I'll bid you all goodbye and a board A bus cause one world ain't enough for all of us The salvation of our liberty is at stake so why are we So compalcement inour petty ways? I'm still searching for better days ahead in the midst of all that we desire I'll travel through the muck and mire and tell myself move on and be a man Gotta learn how to live your life as best you can I've seen it all a thousand times before I'd sit and watch the eagle soar I once was proud but now I'm in disgust One world ain't enough for all of us Have faith enough to see it through? Enough of me, now how bout you? You can't possibly be so content I'll send you letters from where I went 05. Getting Over
Run for your fucking life!
That's if you want to live This place ain't safe nor sane World destabilized by appointed police who'll make your loss their gain Off with your fucking heads and die by the sword of bloody ignorance Death and eternal pain for financial gain This world is insane I watch it all go down like a TV game with suffering so surreal Ideologues mispalce the blame Oh... they want a piece of you They want a piece of me One voice is all I need Better think twice before fucking with me Some say death to r hose who don't agree with us Well I don't agree with us! Eye for a fuckin eye in a savage world where war's the only choice All taken by force whatever the cost Now more lives are lost Minds are injected fear The press insincere This can't happen here? Oh, it's a brand new age with a brand new rage complete With false pretenses, four more years of wars to wage For the police state Oh, I can't wait From sea to shining sea they'll walk over you to get over on me 06. Operation Blood For Oil
Odessa Texas 1948
Destined for greatness, and he couldn't wait As for motive, that's up for debate Lone Star, yeah... he's packin the heat Rubbin elbows with the social elite Who took notice of a world at his feet The big drill, and the CIA Richard Nixon paved the way for this god to have his day VP under Bonzo Reagan Then Pres, of this once great nation 91', his first invasion Oh... the good ol' days I miss Now get me out of this, this hierarchal abyss Kissin' Middle Eastern ass While pride, black gold, and gas Just a profiteer on your foreign soil Operation Blood for Oil Passed the buck to his number one Now we're fucked by the bastard son Can't hide, so we better run Three cheers for the underachiever Once a drunk, and now a believer All hail The Great Deceiver First term saw mass corruption 2 wars to boost production All done for your protection C'est La Vie to French relations and to NATO's limitations that prevent occupations Oh... bleed me til' I'm bled Voices never heard, blues are getting' red Kissin' Middle Eastern ass Skull bones, black gold, and gas He an irritation and a fucking boil Operation Blood for Oil 07. Torn
Torn and ripped apart at the seams
I guess I took too much for the team Had a knack for keepin the score But I can't put my thoughts into words anymore I never reaped rewards from the masses I stood tall and beat some asses Accolades were far and few I did it all not for me, but for you, and I'm torn! Torn to pieces with every turn I'm torn to pieces Torn and lost in the game It's like being left in the rain Guess it's best to know when to quit Well now you know that this could be it Faceless in a redundant scene for dead ears and for silent screams Where the cream don't rise to the top and too much talkin shit/talking shop And I'm torn Torn to pieces with every turn I'm torn to pieces 08. Death Toll Rises
Out of the dark, into the light
In god we trust, for god we fight Clutching our guns, lusting for wealth Trusting no one, especially oneself Hundreds of planes inflicting pain Pledge to make dust out of all that remains Family of six caught in the mix Mission fulfilled, all six are killed, and the death toll rises Death on all sides, fewer allies Moments of peace wither and die Combing debris, unrency slows Day after day, insurgency grows Troops underpaid, orders obeyed Thousands are slain, all died in vain Armies of hate guided by greed Open you up, take what they need, and the death toll rises 09. The Prisoner
Break down the four walls forever
Time's up, set me free I'll do what I want to whenever Pissin off the powers that be Led a life of death and destruction Bet you'd like to see me die A big nabd without interruption Blood lust is satisfied So what's the meaning of life? And what do you suggest that I do with mine? I'd like to get the whole world off of my chest What's that look in your eyes? I can tell when thing's ain't straight Another voice inside me dies replaced with another fueled by hate and I hate all your lies Look me straight in my eyes I've done my time Melt away the bars from this cell It kinda makes you hard and cold Life sucks in this private hell It's not a place for you to grow old This just a taste of tomorrow with the same ol' shit each day Gotta lie, cheat, steal, or borrow It's the good old fashioned way So what the fuck do you want? What the fuck do you need? An invitation to hell on earth has been sent to you with a VIP But like a dog on a leash, restrained from a vicious attack I'll try to fuck you twice as hard as you plunge a grudge knife in my back And I hate all your lies Look me straight in my eyes I've done my time 10. Days Of Shame
Over the sands, we will roll
Blood onn our hands and our souls Filthy ideals fed to us those who play god In god we trust? This is insane We were wrong These days of shame last so long I've taken on this position cause that's where I stand Abort the deadly mission and meet our demands Inhabitants beware of the fascist regime Denounce the tales of torture, absurd and obscene Pure deception, sleight of hand, spread dementia across the land Information overload Infiltrate the status quo Don't speak for me or stain my name on these disgraceful days of shame Your wordliest possessions are now worth a shit Economical warfare, all world markets hit 100000 dead and billions are spent Inauguration - all threats and messages sent From the ashes we will rise to wipe this nightmare from our eyes Our fear is most contagious, our ignorance bliss A lethal show of force - but the force is remiss All based on false perception to misplace the blame No place to hand our heads in these days of shame, in these days of shame... |