Recorded at Hairy Breakfast Studios, Atlanta, Georgia, June, 2004.
Vinyl version has "Screaming at a Wall" (Minor Threat cover) as a bonus track.
Dissent Part 1 (Sheep and Wolves)
What purpose of life will sustain us, as the days of our youth spiral away
What hope for man can we extract here, from this order above, where decisions are made
Don't tell me you trust them, don't tell me they care
There's a reason we stand here in silen
ce
Like the passive before -we embrace our despair
Dissent Part 2 (Exception to the Ruled)
Blood encrusted eyes, staring out in space
The revolution mind, the overbearing thought that I
am dying in this place, alone within the crowd
This never ending race, a war comprised of all against all
A burning awareness I've been deceived
A life lived out crawling here on my knees?
Born in from the outside, my conscience will not let me breathe
-Have I sacrificed my last hope
That something in this world is worth more than money or the state
cause the hate in my heart will never wait
All-observing eyes, watching from above, Big Brother to us all, explain away the system's faults (You'd never last a day in my battered boots)
Bursting with tension my work is done
One day here too many a call to arms
Challenging this order- the voice of the voiceless unchained
I will vomit on your pompous morals
I'm the one you nailed down, abstainer, the slayer of deceit
and I am back for my feast
Words are buried, suppressed, and contradicted
Tongues are muted, dislodged and diluted
Dissenting, alive - a traitor you can only hope to be,
You'd deny my right to shove it back in the face of the master?
So I present this drastic declaration, we'll send this shit upon its way
Burn all flags and burn all nations, and live your life in your own way
Dissent Part 3 (The Imperial Ambition)
From unchallenged doctrines before, when 'manifest destinies' carved
nations from innocent blood (that soaks this wretched earth yet more)
To the passing of history's dream from kingly to corporate elite
In glory these conqueror's thrust their pious swords of empire
Their colonies staining the map, their pawns imposing the class division
Another imperial act, cloaked in the shroud of 'liberation'
Is it freedom's mission, or the fascist vision?
Is it Christ-compassion, or coerced conversion?
Sanctified industry and savior modernity!
Spreading over oceans, crusading on hypocrisy
This modern greed-ambassador comes masked as democracy
Your God is chosen
Is oil the blood of their Christ- cold, dripping and black
As each corpse pays to enhance, their burning lust for opulence?
Holding the cross in their hand, the priests of capital feast
And devour the fruit of their land, in consecrated warlust
The patriot's honor's unquestioned (as the carrion rots in his backyard)
And what noble intentions are not born from the bottom of tyranny's heart?
Is it freedom's mission, or the fascist vision?
Is it Christ-compassion, or coerced conversion?
Saving humanity with poverty's liturgy!
On the flag and bible stand their moralistic monarchy
With red, white and blood, smeared over eyes deceived the crowds will follow
Force feeder of fiction and lies, your nation is lost and dead
Another map drawn, another state- yet another victim of the terror-fear mandate, another page turned, another book burned - onward Christian soldiers, let them burn!
Dissent Part 4 (Multiply by Fire)
What drives the hungry hopeless, who always stand the last in line?
As these iron caverns welcome, another million of their dreams to die
Not the money lender- his pockets lined and fat belly full
who draws up his fiddle high to spin a tune as the city burns
..And they will watch it burn
As they multiply, the seeds are sown, the flames grow high, the tables turn
What moves the toiling masses, to push ahead into another day?
To walk past their dying brothers, to force themselves just to look away
Not their guilty conscience who in token acts toss crumbs in shame
Cause in their spineless hearts they know, their bread and water never change a thing their words as empty as their heads
And faced with a life in absentia, they'll choose to burn their temples down, burn.
If there is any hope it lies with the Prols
Defector (Thinning The Herd)
The heard grows thin
Your father was a scorn-filled alcoholic cop, and mother wasn't far behind
You were ripe for the adverse running, and so ready to defy the right
Your fashion was the anti-fashion approved, your music was the latest whatever-core trend
A tattooed body with a mind for rent, an adolescent iconoclast
Fall Into the ranks aligned, cattle-pressed pushed to the left
so anti-this and anti-that, that somewhere along the way you forgot to laugh
Taking every cause you could champion, you were an overnight political machine
You carried forth the flag of your elders, and quoted Marx for the class-bound breed
Throwing rocks through the corporate windows, great destroyer of the economic lie
You got one more year for the oppressed, and a lifetime to be all you once despised
With career opportunities, the tidal waves of pressure mount
Reality is one hard blow, so you gave back your 'scene card' and checked out
You had a dream once, but now its sold -assets, equity, financial gain?
all of your protests, all of the unrest, gone like a song, never to be heard again
Dead end workdays? Remember what you HOPED, what you always THOUGHT you'd be? How does it feel to reject it, walk away, then run?
To turn your back and trample all of them into the ground?
Birth begets life begets death
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Like the passive before -we embrace our despair
Dissent Part 2 (Exception to the Ruled)
Blood encrusted eyes, staring out in space
The revolution mind, the overbearing thought that I
am dying in this place, alone within the crowd
This never ending race, a war comprised of all against all
A burning awareness I've been deceived
A life lived out crawling here on my knees?
Born in from the outside, my conscience will not let me breathe
-Have I sacrificed my last hope
That something in this world is worth more than money or the state
cause the hate in my heart will never wait
All-observing eyes, watching from above, Big Brother to us all, explain away the system's faults (You'd never last a day in my battered boots)
Bursting with tension my work is done
One day here too many a call to arms
Challenging this order- the voice of the voiceless unchained
I will vomit on your pompous morals
I'm the one you nailed down, abstainer, the slayer of deceit
and I am back for my feast
Words are buried, suppressed, and contradicted
Tongues are muted, dislodged and diluted
Dissenting, alive - a traitor you can only hope to be,
You'd deny my right to shove it back in the face of the master?
So I present this drastic declaration, we'll send this shit upon its way
Burn all flags and burn all nations, and live your life in your own way
Dissent Part 3 (The Imperial Ambition)
From unchallenged doctrines before, when 'manifest destinies' carved
nations from innocent blood (that soaks this wretched earth yet more)
To the passing of history's dream from kingly to corporate elite
In glory these conqueror's thrust their pious swords of empire
Their colonies staining the map, their pawns imposing the class division
Another imperial act, cloaked in the shroud of 'liberation'
Is it freedom's mission, or the fascist vision?
Is it Christ-compassion, or coerced conversion?
Sanctified industry and savior modernity!
Spreading over oceans, crusading on hypocrisy
This modern greed-ambassador comes masked as democracy
Your God is chosen
Is oil the blood of their Christ- cold, dripping and black
As each corpse pays to enhance, their burning lust for opulence?
Holding the cross in their hand, the priests of capital feast
And devour the fruit of their land, in consecrated warlust
The patriot's honor's unquestioned (as the carrion rots in his backyard)
And what noble intentions are not born from the bottom of tyranny's heart?
Is it freedom's mission, or the fascist vision?
Is it Christ-compassion, or coerced conversion?
Saving humanity with poverty's liturgy!
On the flag and bible stand their moralistic monarchy
With red, white and blood, smeared over eyes deceived the crowds will follow
Force feeder of fiction and lies, your nation is lost and dead
Another map drawn, another state- yet another victim of the terror-fear mandate, another page turned, another book burned - onward Christian soldiers, let them burn!
Dissent Part 4 (Multiply by Fire)
What drives the hungry hopeless, who always stand the last in line?
As these iron caverns welcome, another million of their dreams to die
Not the money lender- his pockets lined and fat belly full
who draws up his fiddle high to spin a tune as the city burns
..And they will watch it burn
As they multiply, the seeds are sown, the flames grow high, the tables turn
What moves the toiling masses, to push ahead into another day?
To walk past their dying brothers, to force themselves just to look away
Not their guilty conscience who in token acts toss crumbs in shame
Cause in their spineless hearts they know, their bread and water never change a thing their words as empty as their heads
And faced with a life in absentia, they'll choose to burn their temples down, burn.
If there is any hope it lies with the Prols
Defector (Thinning The Herd)
The heard grows thin
Your father was a scorn-filled alcoholic cop, and mother wasn't far behind
You were ripe for the adverse running, and so ready to defy the right
Your fashion was the anti-fashion approved, your music was the latest whatever-core trend
A tattooed body with a mind for rent, an adolescent iconoclast
Fall Into the ranks aligned, cattle-pressed pushed to the left
so anti-this and anti-that, that somewhere along the way you forgot to laugh
Taking every cause you could champion, you were an overnight political machine
You carried forth the flag of your elders, and quoted Marx for the class-bound breed
Throwing rocks through the corporate windows, great destroyer of the economic lie
You got one more year for the oppressed, and a lifetime to be all you once despised
With career opportunities, the tidal waves of pressure mount
Reality is one hard blow, so you gave back your 'scene card' and checked out
You had a dream once, but now its sold -assets, equity, financial gain?
all of your protests, all of the unrest, gone like a song, never to be heard again
Dead end workdays? Remember what you HOPED, what you always THOUGHT you'd be? How does it feel to reject it, walk away, then run?
To turn your back and trample all of them into the ground?
Birth begets life begets death