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The Spirit of Dead Labor
03:13
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The market turns
And the sun sets
The shadows move in
On secluded cascadian settlements
The crawling of moss and rust
The caved mines are boarded up
And what remains
A forgotten life turns to dust
The earth is alive
History is alive
The masters thrive
On the spirit of dead labor
A wind squeals through the old halls
Whispering of times had long ago
A chorus of the lumbermen
Carried mournfully on the wind
The old halls are barren now
Desecrate lumber town
Their sweat and blood forever cast in the forge
From which the masters gorge
The earth is alive
History is alive
The masters thrive
On the spirit of dead labor
Through the cracks in the edifice
In the shadows of the guiding torches
A spirit calls in the night
Will it subside or be realized?
The earth is alive
History is alive
The masters thrive
On the spirit of dead labor
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Permanent War
02:00
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War is profitable; it's what built this great nation
Creative destruction to the privileged classes of this system
Brick by brick, ingot-by-ingot, bullet by bullet
Extracting wealth around the world through military domination
The troops aren't coming home
Home has been deployed
An American oasis in the heart of a warzone
Or killing with a drone fifteen miles from where you sleep
When the lines of war are blurred you bring the conflict home
The permanent war
Build up infrastructure for the permanent war
Military simulation at home for the little girls and boys
Modern warfare is here to stay
When duty calls it's time to play
The troops aren't coming home
Home has been deployed
An American oasis in the heart of a warzone
Or killing with a drone fifteen miles from where you sleep
When the lines of war are blurred you bring the conflict home
The permanent war
Deploy
Preparing America for the permanent war
Engaging America for the permanent war
Desensitizing America to the permanent war
The permanent war
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Scratch the surface, beneath the skin
Trauma and pain, trauma and pain
Feel the violence of our lives
A flash of white, the bullet tears through
Shattering the calm
The fantasy of youth
Feel the violence of our lives
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