released May 18, 2016

Drums and Guitars Recorded Live by AlexR and wail of sirens at Sledgethrower's Den, Västerås, Sweden.
Mixed by AlexR and RonD. Mastered by RonD.

LYRICS:

BRICK BY BRICK:

You hold me safely in your hands
For my own security bestow on me a pre-made plan
Whatever you say, I have to believe
Constant reminders that I am free
And if I dare to defy
I'm booked and filed, dehumanized
For speaking my own fucking mind
Whatever you say, I have to believe
Constant reminders that I am free
I refuse to fall in line
When the time is right
it's payback time
We will rise up
We will rise up from the shit
If we put our differences aside
We can break it all down
Brick by brick
The time has come for change.

AND SO WE DRINK:

We have to compensate our loss
It seems like numbing down
Is the only hope we've got
So we drink to erase the pain
To ease the grip that holds us down
We are slaves from birth
And nothing will take that away
And so we drink
We are born to work and die
Anything contradictory is a lie
We were born to work and die
Anything the suits say is a lie
We have to compensate our loss
That's why the neighborhood has gambling and liquor shops
So we drink to erase the pain
To forget the loss of hopes and dreams
We are slaves from birth
And nothing will take that away
And so we drink
We are born to work and die
Anything contradictory is a lie
We were born to work and die
Anything the suits say is a lie.

THE SIDE YOU CHOOSE:

The modern day's no place
for race hate
Uneducated, bigot freaks
The pigs protect them
Cos they have the right
To opinions that don't hold no weight
A serving force that enables facists
Hatred in its purest state
No love lost cos it died before
The side you choose
makes you less human
Your badge and hat makes you a whore
To a facist state
Run by cunts
With nothin more than piles of cash
Inciting riots at peaceful protests
That end in left wing heads being smashed.
I hope you all take pride in that.


INVASIVE TACTICS:

World domination
Through peddling your wares
At the cost the death of culture
As if you even care

Fill our stomachs with your shit
Your threads upon our backs
Threads woven by the countries
That you've trampled in your path

Traditions die as your signs appear on every street
Dominating markets like a capitalist dictatorship
Your invasive tactics suck
Just like your fake democracy
Turning nations Into sheep
Whilst crushing all cultural identity

Force out the working man
Fresh produce, and heart felt plans
Golden Arches light the way
A temple for the sheep to pray