Weapons of Mass Distraction

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Shockwave in the suburbs of the Empire, The twin towers collapse, a glimpse of apocalypse, 30 seconds and the face of the world has changed Scorched earth policy applied on US ground Achilles' heel touched irremediably And the giant chokes in the ashes of his dreams Security increased and paranoia swells Vengeance sharpened its claws We need a scapegoat, a scarecrow, a symbol A symbol of Hate and its horrid sequels A scarecrow to incarnate our secrete nightmare A scapegoat to charge and judge without appeal But, there's a but, eye for an eye is a law that makes the world blind There's an enemy and a victim, but the victim soon becomes the enemy Chorus: Who wages the war, and who pulls the strings? Hidden murderers, suit and tie criminals Who wages the war, and who pulls the strings? Don't be fooled by their weapons of mass distraction Don't misunderstand our critic of the conflict, We stand for nuance, doubt and judgement Our point of view: there's no Good and Evil in such a war No one-way terrorism, no heroic excuse for murder The circumstances were perfect for the capitalistic untouchables To instigate a New War Order To implant monster corporations in hostile lands To pump the black gold right from the veins of the Middle East Shockwave at the heart of dissidence Innocent civilians in the eye of the storm Western reprisals take aim at the wrong target The besieged crave to prove their firepower To an invader of this stature The jihad seems a suitable response But, there's a but, eye for an eye is a law that makes the world blind There's an enemy and a victim, but the victim soon becomes the enemy Chorus: Who wages the war, and who pulls the strings? Hidden murderers, suit and tie criminals Who wages the war, and who pulls the strings? Don't be fooled by their weapons of mass distraction Who wages the war, and who pulls the strings? Hidden murderers, suit and tie criminals Who wages the war, and who pulls the strings? Don't be fooled by their weapons of mass distraction [Lyrics by Danny Émond]

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

I was told we once were a monkey Even more, previously an insect or a fish Destined to become a part of a great society Although this may be a seducing story, I believe that time has come to leave the lapse of memory Our true origins we will remember To understand the Beginning Could the Soul be the missing link??? Don't sit & pray, refuse! Resist! Refuse the Masons treachery! Resist to TV mental slavery! Don't sit & wait. Denounce! Push back! Counteract! Chorus: Of my despair, hope occured King of a Global Denial Torrents of energy which reject Fear The sacred shield of the Mind This is just a fragment of a vast hypnosis epidemic A preconceived History Filled with concepts to numb the mind With an amalgam of bewitching approaches, A thousand fairytales to feed the new-born To assure our devotion towards ignorance Could the Soul be the missing link??? Don't sit & pray, refuse! Resist! Refuse the global policies! Resist to the propagation of disease! Don't sit & wait. Denounce! Push back! Counteract! Chorus: Of my despair, hope occured King of a Global Denial Torrents of energy which reject Fear The sacred shield of the Mind A global denial against a global domination a Global Denial Expose the facts, see how they react [Lyrics by Daniel Gingras]

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Subliminal propaganda, corporate theft, no conscience left Is there something wrong in the land of the freak? Behind the so-called ideals, shameful and odious lies Chromed scum, masters in disguise selling shreds of paradise They twist laws, crawl in marble gutters Playing with lives like they juggle with numbers Some people rob us with a fountain pen Even worst: we're helpless when such things happen Oh! They surely do it with standing and grandeur Criminal measures wrapped in golden words Should we applause their falsity and their tax-free philanthropy? Yes I wanna be politically incorrect And plunge my fingers deep in the unscarred wounds Medias can spread their praises, don't give a damn I won't pay a facelift to the gruesome minds What's the gist of this joke? We're force fed with illusions! Mesmerised mass, stuck in a rut, caught in a web, paralysed Broken hope, downhill slope, slow decay, corruption's heydays So many struggles to strangle the witnesses... Too many sickening truths in confidential reports... So many reasons to burn the compromising proofs... So mush dishonesty rightfully breeds contempt. Overthrown democracies, moral bankuptcies Falsified archives, a jigsaw puzzle to analyse Contradictory information, a labyrinth of deforming mirrors Suspicion is not dissidence; it's a right we must all claim Listen to my blazing diatribe, my desperate anthem Here and now my revolt growls as I spew sick rhymes for a troubled world The explosive chronicle of an epoch of silent wrath A tragedy tattooed in the back of the blind [Lyrics by Danny Émond]

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Everyday, every minute, everywhere We are assailed by appeals to consumption Always the same song with a few variations: "You must buy...you must buy..." You must buy a cage to trap the beast within You must buy revolvers to sleep well You must buy a house with bullet-proof doors You should even buy a fake wife to wax your floors You must buy this new car to go far You must buy that new pool to be cool (and soon you'll rent the sky to hang yourself with your tie or maybe slash your wrist with a loaded credit card) You need more and more shit to be wise You must buy more stuff to look nice (And soon you'll need a psy 'cause you'll be wondering why your whole existence is so devoid of sence) Chorus: What you get ain't what you see Publicity deforms reality Use your fucking brain cells The get rid of the barcode blindfold What you get ain't what you see Don't shut you mouth, don't let it be It's now or never, the brainwash is over Take off the barcode blindfold They will turn garbage intro gold, They will sell cosmetics for your soul, Instant pleasure and plastic love, They might even solve what can't be solved Top-one illusion for a limited time Packaged paradise and cheap peace of mind Wake up and tear down the screen We're not living in a fucking dream! Chorus: What you get ain't what you see Publicity deforms reality Use your fucking brain cells The get rid of the barcode blindfold What you get ain't what you see Don't shut you mouth, don't let it be It's now or never, the brainwash is over Take off the barcode blindfold [Lyrics by Danny Émond]

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Once a tangible domination, today it's a covered supremacy From a mighty vortex the darkest City drains energy Since the first epoch to our modern era To the Royalty we leave our reward Once it was a religious way of living, today it's a scientific way of thinking As abstinence used to be advised, Debauchery is now advocate Oh, geniuses of evil know in such a way To be dissolute is to be lost away Do not fear the Elite insight Hold on tight; ther're scared of our wealth: Of our consciousness, Of our spirit, endless Together as one we will break the spell To assure our longevity, a new medicine shall be the key "Be aware of disease and drink the poisoned elixir!" Our obedience to the Brotherhood: Fear to lose a unique life But the time as come for us to know The deliverance of our mind dwells in Forgotten knowledge of mankind We are eternal, as every living kind Once it was a religious way of living, today it's a scientific way of thinking As abstinence used to be advised, Debauchery is now advocate Oh, geniuses of evil know in such a way How to prompt us to enter their maze of decay From the events covered up and report We must learn to read between the lines To finally discover what lies behind The feather of a twisted mind We now have the Elite in sight Hold on tight, hope stands in the Light In our consciousness, In our spirit, endless United we stand to reflect the spell I fear not! I now fear nothing at all! [Lyrics by Daniel Gingras]

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Point blank indoctrination, Brainwashed youth, brought down, twisted, crushed and recast Formatted robots, ready to be programmed Inhumane principles to spawn the ideal soldier: Psychological shutdown! Disintegrate individuality, annihilate identity, Until all mental forces collapse, The redesign the self to serve abstract authorities Blind killing machines, recruited at eighteen Almost children, perfect preys to defile Slaves, pawns, cannon fodder! A neurotic instructor pours cement in your skull: "Listen to me, silly sissies, faggots with no balls, You're worst than nothing to me, worthless scumbags with no backbones. If you wanna be somebody here, Don't think twice, don't think at all, just do what you're told, And it's gonna be the best of both worlds. You need some strict discipline!" Chorus: Glory to the star splanged-banner! Now let us pray... A good American is a man who was born with a finger on the trigger to erase the problem cases and promote the noble causes. A real American is a man who's willing to die for his beloved country Crawl in the mud or on your friend's corpse. It doesn't matter how many people are killed, Never mind how much blood is spilled, Victory is ours, we never surrender "Enemies lurk in every corner, the threat is permanent, We rightfully suspect and purge. Never hesitate to bomb the fuckers!" They don't even know they serve higher interests! Corporations behold the the show and laugh in the shadows, orchestrating wars from afar, financing fear and worldwide paranoia, protecting their previleges as armies crumble on the battlefield. With an elastic morality, they speculate on humain pain, led by their lust for power. See nothing, say nothing, hear nothing: credo of the corruptors! Chorus: Glory to the star splanged-banner! Now let us pray... A good American is a man who was born with a finger on the trigger to erase the problem cases and promote the noble causes. A real American is a man who's willing to die for his beloved country From the ashes of Britannia rose a country struck by a collective Viet Namnesia Uncle Sam is out of control, out of reach Happy bloodbath, Mr. President! Democracy is now a vain word, Peace goes down the drain. [Lyrics by Danny Émond]

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Today, I have some time to lose So I open the papers to read the news A bad buzz, a disturbing experience A real shock, I'm going nuts Tangled titles still linger in my head The harsh new reality, revisited The gloves are off. And truth hurts. Step through the looking glass. Civilisation is on decline. Chorus: It's just an ordinary day in North America Where the world's a stage and the play is not a comedy It's just an ordinary day in North America Sit comfortably and enjoy the show Scandal figure resigns after being subpoenaed, Political plunge in misbehaving. Senators seek to improve their image, Lady vengeance knocking at the doors of the Congress. Police shoot a knife-wielding murder fugitive in front of shocked pedestrians. Stray bullet killed girl: no progress in the investigation. Attack dog out of control bites a baby in the park. Paris Hilton ruins Nick Carter's life Journalist beaten by a drug-crazed pop star. Five years after anthrax scare, no answer. Homeland security awards $400M in anti-terror funds. Experts gauge the quantity of materials for destroying planes. Lawmakers agree to spend $1 billion on tightening border. Today I have some time to lose So I open the papers to read the news But there's something I don't understand We revel in violence, plots, crimes and scandals Masturbating while reading the death notices: A post-modern form of catharsis? The gloves are off. And truth hurts. Step through the looking glass. Civilisation is on decline. Chorus: It's just an ordinary day in North America Where the world's a stage and the play is not a comedy It's just an ordinary day in North America Sit comfortably and enjoy the show [Lyrics by Danny Émond]

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Conquerors burn the chronicles, archives are erased in auto-da-fe The invaded ones lose their past and identity As the scribes embellish the legend of the strong Slaves are doomed to kneel and stay mute The dead don't talk Elites recreate reality for their own profit In the dark, cold blood liars tangle the tracks Disfigure effigies and pull the strings Make the puppets dance a grotesque waltz Some truths still sleep in the shadow In the gulf of the unknown where no probe can go We must scratch the varnish to touch the rotten wood And break the cast to uncover the infected wounds Those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat it Reality is written in blood and tears Learn to perceive what's beyond the evidence Tear the blindfold, lift the veil Chase out the spies that lurk behind the wall of Shame We are told what to think and who we must hate Force fed with sentences with no sense Like "the land of freedom versus the evil axis!" Vain rhetoric, shallow speeches... We're sick of this shit But for sure, we'll hear it again As long as the media's diarrhoeas will be poured in our brains The question is not "are you free to speak?" But "can you afford to be listened to?" The Star - Spanged Banner can be a gag , such a useful tool... It's time to make a stand We must now understand That Machiavellian forces rule the world It's time to break the door open No more eavesdropping The game is over, we'll wreck the plan [Lyrics by Danny Émond]

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

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