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Anti-Theist Anthem
02:03
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It’s not for us, it’s made for them.
How they condone, how they condemn.
So if there were a god up there, war on heaven we’d declare.
The promise of an afterlife,
as recompense for toil and strife.
Religion is a curse on freedom.
Fuck their shackles, we don’t need them.
The moral laws they conjure up,
in self-interest – just so corrupt.
Noble myths of mystic fog,
it’s just the oil for human cogs,
to keep the social machine running free from any spanners in the works.
And we’re the worst.
They patronise the ‘mindless masses,’
to help preserve the powered classes.
Religion is a curse on freedom.
Fuck their shackles, we don’t need them.
Lists of sins and obligations,
hierarchy and sovereign nations.
If there were a god up there,
war on heaven we’d declare.
Indoctrination to the flock.
You’re taught to kneel before you walk.
Questions and free-thought forbidden,
‘trust the law that is god-given,’
‘have blind faith, just keep believing.’
In whichever god they tell you to.
Who’s fooling you?
If there were a god up there,
war on heaven we’d declare.
Religion is a curse on freedom.
Fuck their shackles, we don’t need them.
So much shit to have to swallow,
These idiots we’re made to follow.
This doctrine stinks, it’s not making sense,
despite the clouds of sweet incense.
Question with your own brain the authority they’re wielding over us.
Now you’re conscious.
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2. |
Kill (x7bn)
01:42
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Protesters in Syria are being blown away,
government in Russia thinks it's all okay.
Chinese thinks appeasement’s a bore,
rather see a hundred dead on the floor.
What we gonna do?
What’ll we do about this problem?
We gotta kill kill kill kill kill ‘em all,
we're gonna kill kill kill kill kill ‘em all,
we gotta kill kill kill kill kill ‘em all again.
Hatred kills and hatred lies,
you can see this in the New York sky.
Can be hard to kill a man,
doesn't stop the killing in Afghanistan.
This all happened in the 2nd World War,
millions killed and many more.
Millions killed and millions raped.
How many more after this date?
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3. |
Model Citizen
02:09
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Sex sells so pout your lips,
Pull back your shoulders, thrust your hips.
Fashionistas mould your pose,
‘Lie down there, take off your clothes.’
Feel the pressure to look perfect,
Starve and carve, now you’re just fake.
Object? Objection!
Sex sells and you bought it,
They exploit to turn a profit.
Human forms objectified,
The mogul’s wallet’s getting wide.
Behind the pictures, what’s the cost?
Self-respect is being lost.
There’s always more than just face value.
You don’t question – you’re told not to.
Celluloid or silicone,
The body shapes that they condone.
Airbrush and photoshop,
In magazines they’ll stare and gawp.
The same depth as that sheet of paper,
They’ll screw you up and bin you later.
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