This EP is a love letter to all of my influences growing up. Death, Napalm Death. Filth, Doom, Assuck, Bolt Thrower and so SO many more.

The general concept of the EP is built around the observable fact that we, the proletariat, have built everything beautiful on earth, and the moment the work was complete? We get ejected from the space and it obtains a price tag so egregious, that we'll never enter again. Housing, food, healthcare, knowledge, entertainment ... It's already ours. WE built it. It's time we take it back.

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In this track, Professor Neutrino spends years perfecting the perfect anti-fascist countermeasure. Launch a black hole directly into their chest. Spagettify those fascist dorks.

Individual tracks available as, "Pay What You Want." Want it for free? That's fine. I get it. Want to support us and pay a gazillion? Great.

Everything and in between is greatly appreciated and every bit helps!

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lyrics

Blackhole B*mb in a N@zi's chest


Verse:
Years in my lab - perfecting the science
Clean off the slab - I need more violence
Same problem persists - The bodies’ still here
Great scientist: make them disappear

Chorus:
Their bodies implode - Controlling the splatter
Neutrons and code - Collapsing the matter
Their terror is over - The lines have been drawn
Controlled supernova -The n@zis are gone

Verse:
Atoms collide - Neutrinos exploding
Cannot abide: Frequent reloading
The perfect design - Rectification
Their atoms align - Spagettification

Chorus:
Their bodies implode - Controlling the splatter
Neutrons and code - Collapsing the matter
Their terror is over - The lines have been drawn
Controlled supernova -The n@zis are gone

Bridge:
FASCHISTS
TRANSPHOBES
MYSOGINISTS
Time to bring the
BIG G*NS
TO FREE US
Let’s put a blackhole b*mb in a n@zi's chest

Big Verse:
Years in my lab - perfecting the science
Clean off the slab - I need more violence
Same problem persists - The bodies’ still here
Great scientist: make them disappear
Piercing the chest - Creating a small star
Moron’s compressed - Hawking’s an all-star
Iron created - Pool of deuterium
We’re vindicated - Fuck your delirium

Let’s put a blackh*le bomb in a n@zi's chest!

This track explores the core concept of the album. The working class poor built everything and it's being locked behind an imaginary dollar sign that we cannot cross. We need to end this system.

Individual tracks available as, "Pay What You Want" on Bandcamp, Want it for free? That's fine. I get it. Want to support us and pay a gazillion? Great.

Everything and in between is greatly appreciated and every bit helps! Donations accepted in the footer.

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lyrics

Verse 1:
We live our lives - relentlessly producing.
We build upon the works from generations past.
We gaze upon the beauty we’ve created.
All whilst the fruits are hoarded by the ruling class.

Chorus:
Every moment of our lives will be monetized. Every joy will bring ambrosia to the lords.
All that we’ve built has been co-opted by the 1%. We are exploited even when we sleep.
It is our lot to lift the rock for Sisyphus. Naught more a shield of bone for the kings.
Through our pain, entire bloodlines become pantheon. The undeserving stand on ashes of the dead.

Verse 2:
In filth, we’re born - we claw and scratch at “bootstraps,”
and still we toil - to build a better life.
As sterile hands from castles made of grief and bone
reach down to gather up the wonders we have made.

Anarcho-Talkybit:
52 to 69% of all Americans live paycheck to paycheck.
13.5% of Americans experience serious food insecurity in their lifetime.

60,000 Americans die every year from preventable conditions as a direct result of a broken health care system. Globally, 13,000 children under five die from preventable conditions die every day.

How can we call this the wealthiest Nation on earth when all of that wealth is hoarded by the top 1%, faceless corporations, and bloated defense budgets while the rest of America burns.

We built heaven on Earth and gave the keys to those who will never let us enter. It's time we take their laurel wreaths and choke back what is already ours

This track explores a capitalist, fascist future. A grim future. One that may even be ... dark? A future that, even when you die, your body is still used by the ruling class. Bones, muscle, brain matter, sinew. All combined with machinery in order to keep the rich comfortable, and their hands, soft.

What's worse is sometimes, we feel EVERYTHING.

Individual tracks available as, "Pay What You Want" on Bandcamp. Want it for free? That's fine. I get it. Want to support us and pay a gazillion? Great.

Everything and in between is greatly appreciated and every bit helps!

(A) Smash Fascism. Love each other. Support mutual aid requests when you can! (E)

lyrics

Verse 1:
Void engulfs me in the end. Exhausted, now I rest.
I feel them bring me back again.
I hear them say, “repair it fast.”

The cables in my brain, the servos in my neck
They force me to obey their will.
I feel the circuits take control.

Chorus:
They use me for parts, won’t allow me to die.
IN AGONY, I SERVE THEM.
Part corpse and part machine, my body follows their command.
CRYING OUT, INSIDE MY HEAD.
Left unable to rest, no control of my flesh.
UNPLUG ME NOW, PLEASE LET ME DIE.


Verse 2:
“Systems: online” My vox reports. But, those are not my words.
my screams of pain are filtered out.
Installed once more: I fill my role

No hope, my husk complies. A human interface.
How many times was I brought back?
Sentenced to undead servitude


Bridge:
I
AM REBORN
THOUSAND FOLD
SERVITOR
AM I A FUCKING DOOR NOW?

Chorus:
They use me for parts, won’t allow me to die.
IN AGONY, I SERVE THEM.
Part corpse and part machine, my body follows their command.
CRYING OUT, INSIDE MY HEAD.
Left unable to rest, no control of my flesh.
UNPLUG ME NOW, PLEASE LET ME DIE.