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Drahtzieher

by Bleach For The Stars

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1.
You'll Be Happy 03:52
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When they take away your pay Cancel furlough Close accounts When your tell you what you'll own What you'll rent And what amount When they monitor your moves Track you every place you step Count the every breath you take You'll be happy, don't forget When they fill you children's minds With all the ways that they'll comply And every step to march in line And every way to drain you dry When they take away your food stores And your gardens And your pets When they sell your home beneath you You'll be happy, don't forget You'll be happy, don't forget You'll be happy, don't forget You'll be happy, don't forget You'll be happy, don't forget When they come with all their chums With all their armour and their guns And snapping dogs, and screams and shouts And all the tools to drag you out And the nurse with little pins They bought to show you how it ends Slow suicide inside your home Slow homicide in cattle pens Then they'll push you to the deck And hold your hands behind your back And stick your death into your arm And yet this isn't an attack Because you're happy, don't you see? Don't have to work Paid to be free And once you're in the camp, and safe You'll thank them Then you'll get back in your place You'll be happy, don't you see? You'll own nothing You are nothing Useless eaters and goyim You'll own nothing You are nothing You can watch it on TV You'll own nothing You are nothing All that you will ever be Nothing Nothing You'll be happy, don't forget You'll be happy, don't forget You'll be happy, don't forget You'll be happy, don't forget
2.
Pushback 04:32
3.
Caveat 04:33
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We stand at a defining moment Confronted by disparities Nations pushed to breaking point With hunger, ill-health, poverty Ecosystems thwarted Can't fulfil our basic needs To prosper in a safer future To manifest this destiny Or so it sobs on wall-to-wall TV On corporate billboards plastered over town The furthest flames of Klaus Schwab's fever dreams The green eyed glares of activists and clowns Agendas spawned to bring you to your knees The sharkish grins of Bilderberg's MPs The Marxist Jews who own the CCP It's time to learn that freedom isn't free Stockpile food Buy a gun Bullion gold Bug out and run Tell your friends To warn them all Blank stares Appalled Dismissive words And disbelief Broken people Compliant sheep Staring meekly into cold red sky Marching into their own demise And on it sobs on wall-to-wall TV On corporate billboards plastered over town The furthest flames of Klaus Schwab's fever dreams The green eyed glares of activists and clowns Agendas spawned to bring you to your knees The sharkish grins of Bilderberg's MPs The Marxist Jews who own the CCP It's time to learn that freedom isn't free I miss the friends I've lost to this A family's scorn No lover's kiss The future folded neat away The mass inside it squabbles Buying up the last of the grey Buying up the last of the grey Buying up the last of the grey The mass inside it squabbles But you can't download just what to say I can I think I can I'll burn my bridges And return another man I can I think I can Freedom isn't free And I need to make my stand Stockpile food Buy a gun Bullion gold Hunker down Hold your family Stand tall Be prepared Hear this call More ammunition Stronger walls When they come Kill them all When they come Kill them all When they come Kill them all Unplug The System Tear down your TV Smash corporate billboards Stamp them to the ground Put Klaus Schwab's head against the chopping block And string up all the activists and clowns It's time to learn that freedom isn't free Complacent years have bent you out of shape Consumer goods have made you soft and weak Re-forge yourself with will, intent and hate Stockpile food Buy a gun Bullion gold Hunker down Hold your family Stand tall Be prepared Hear this call More ammunition Stronger walls When they come Kill them all When they come Kill them all When they come Kill them all
4.
The Line 05:08
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The line was drawn The line is crossed And you should really know the cost The facts lay bare before your eyes If only you would look inside If only you would peer beyond The rudiments laid out in song The line was drawn The line is crossed The line was drawn The line is crossed How many die before this ends? How many lives will you still spend? How many truths to disregard? How many lies from suits and stars? How many doctors selling souls? How many children won't grow old? How many hours on the clock? How long before you make this stop? The line was drawn The line is crossed And you should really know the cost The facts laid bare before your eyes If only you would look inside If only you would peer beyond The rudiments laid out in song The line was drawn The line is crossed The line was drawn The line is crossed And meanwhile those behind closed doors Mull over how to knock off more The fear is pumped to every screen Reminding you that you're unclean The windows closed and bolted gates Sat lonely in a broken State The curtains drawn till no-one knocks The lock remains on the inside of the box The line was drawn The line is crossed The line was drawn The line is crossed The line was drawn The line is crossed The line was drawn The line is crossed So many people stamped away So many more with each new day Complicit in your craven dream Tape up your ears You won't know what I mean
5.
Break 04:56
6.
Clear And Present 05:47
7.
Study Loss 04:55
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Useless cloth on used-up smiles You squat there caged by teachers' guile Can't ask your questions Plead Say no The bigger boys have told you so The bigger boys in suits and ties With cold red deserts in their eyes The void behind where no soul rests Plunge jackboot words into your chest Annihilating faith and pride What you've grown up to be has died Your mental windows gather dust They clinch their fists And on command you trust You trust You trust You trust Useless cloth on used-up smiles You squat there caged by teachers' guile Can't ask your questions Plead Say no The bigger boys have told you so Useless cloth on used-up smiles You squat there caged by teachers' guile Can't ask your questions Plead Say no The bigger boys have told you so Echoes down the corridors There come the matrons bringing more And little hands lay muted on the floor No more surprise You should have known then what's in store What's in store What's in store Meanwhile the staff are in a tall room far away Gulping their mugs of tea and tears all day Laughing Spitting crumbs onto the floor Telling jokes Poking fun at their toddlers Growing bored Growing bored Telling jokes Poking fun at their toddlers Growing bored Plotting up their lesson schemes To wither up the roots of dreams You might have had when you were young And strong and of a purer blood And taking stock of all you are A limited array of sinking stars A mass detention due By now long overdue A sodden heap of bleating husks You'll stay for that You really must You really must You really must Useless cloth on used-up smiles You squat there caged by teachers' guile Can't ask your questions Plead Say no The ones who watch you told you so Useless cloth on used-up smiles You squat there caged by teachers' guile Can't ask your questions Plead Say no The ones who shape you told you The janitor is packing up the chairs You're gazing on uneasy But no-one can see your empty stares
8.
Cleaving The Midnight Ice 05:52

about

A follow-up companion to my 'Contemptor' album. This set takes a more hard-line stance on the situation, and any potential real-world solutions, and is both radical and also reactionary in scope. It's also poppier.

There's nothing of fantasy art or escapism in this release, just cold reflections and angry verse as it breaks the third wall and remains rooted in unpleasant reality.

The title translates as 'wire-pullers', as in 'those in charge behind the scenes'. The term was popular in key parts of Europe in the early 20th Century and could be used to describe, for example, the Bolshevik leadership, or the heads of the Weimar Republic (or anyone who owned the world press, or indeed the money supply).

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released August 22, 2021

Cover art by Ben Power
All music and lyrics by Ben Power
All tracks mastered by J. Stillings at Steel Hook Audio Mastering.

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