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Split 12" w/ Monday Suicide

by Landverraad

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I’m not a racist, but…. Oh yes!! I can’t wait for what is coming now. Please, please: surprise me! Which of the predictable platitudes will follow next? Something with crime statistics I bet - your false confirmation of ‘proof’. The propaganda of senseless figures Leaving out history, class, economic injustice, state racism and the structural violence embedded in society. I’m not a racist but… And yes - please, pléase add to that, that one of your best friends is black and how you just love exotic cuisine and kebab. Go on, tell me, tell me. And at another day, there is another chance And here we go again: ‘I have nothing against women but you have to admit some girls ask for it.’ Yes! Go on! Say it! Say it! Say how it is all theír fault, how it is theír clothes, how they were at the wrong time in the wrong place. Asking -of course - they are simply ásking to get harassed! Go on, push me, push me over the edge and with every word from you there is less reason for me to hold back, less reason to remain my sanity. I’m almost there. Every word is one step closer to me losing it completely and legitimately And if you are lucky, the next thing you know is you on the floor in cigarette buds holding your crushed balls.
Korova 01:07
Дряхлая, выпали зубы, Свиток годов на рогах. Бил ее выгонщик грубый На перегонных полях. Сердце неласково к шуму, Мыши скребут в уголке. Думает грустную луму О белоногом телке. Не дали матери сына, Первая радость не прок. И на колу под осиной Шкуру трепал ветерок. Скоро на гречневом свее, С той же сыновней судьбой, Свяжут ей петлю на шее И поведут на убой. Жалобно, грустно и тоще В землю вопьются рога... Снится ей белая роща И травяные луга. Cow Infirm, fallen out teeth, An aging scroll on her horns. The rude farmer would hit her On the pasting fields. Heart is unkind to the noise, The mice are screeching in the corner. Conducting sad thoughts About a white-legged calf. Son take away from the mother, First ever joy to waste. And his fur will be trembling On a pole under a beech tree. Soon on the buckwheat plantation, Destined just like her son, A noose will be put round her neck To lead her to slaughter. Pitiful, bitter and meager The horns bite into the dust... She’s dreaming of a white grove And grassy fields.
The mirror is broken The damage is done As the blood drips It streams out my self-conscience Today I avoid my reflection It’ll make it worse, I’m so discontent and I am disgusted With myself, with myself. Does everyone have this? Will this ever pass? Are all the insecurities Gonna haunt me ‘til my last breath? What/who did this? Are we all to blame? For creating this monster That swallows you whole and spits out the bones If you don’t fit the standard? Stop feeding it. Stop stereotyping. I’m not that poster You’re not that commercial And yet we all buy it
Amputy 01:10
Beyond interpretation Unable to designate The moment you made my confusion Turn into self-hate. You used me to get off And when my lips move to spell rape I disconnect from my body, All of my insides ache. Put me into my place Told me what I deserve Showed me how I should be treated, Called me a pervert. I bought it all, I submit. You were violent and cold. All the pain you inflicted, Yet I took it all. That moment I thought I would die No, I was already dead You killed something inside me I never knew I had. How can I regain my confidence When you mixed it with dirt? And what about this numbness? It becomes so overt. When you held me submitted When it made you so horny What went through your mind What was in your heart? Do you have a heart? Or are you an amputy? Just like you made me
No nations Under no gods Burning flags Uniting states Of existence Without authority And without class When you close your eyes Can you see with mine? Can you adjust your vision, Can you change your mind? No nations Under no gods Burning flags Uniting states Of existence Without authority And without class After the smoke clears Will you want to build? And will you want to listen To solve the mess that we are in?
Never again I say to myself Not letting my conscience Get in the way Can we change the world Without changing our tactics? No!! Completely destroyed So humiliated They took our anger And it turned to depression A fight never fought Put into iron brackets Our flags in the air Filled with rubber and pepper Never again I say to myself New resolutions To abandon this mess


released May 24, 2014




Landverraad Netherlands

Some angry persons making fast music, ride bikes, drive vans & burn flags!

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