Six Feet Under - Amerika The Brutal

Amerika The Brutal

I'd rather died than to live in this fucked world

Mr. President I'm not here to do your dirty work

Alone, I think I'm fighting a losing battle

Worth dying not for oil

NO WAR Amerika the brutal

Listen it's a fucking joke and they make you believe it on the TV

That's how they deceive you-

I watch and I listen and I question their reasons

You know what, I don't fuckin believe em

NO WAR Amerika the brutal

When I want to know the future I look into the past

I think of my best friend and his stories of Vietnam

And now I got a cousin fighting in Iraq, and I want her coming back

I'm not afraid to speak my own mind

I don't use the first amendment to hide behind

I'm guaranteed that freedom, I'm born with that right

And for that I'm ready to fight

I'd rather die than to live in this fucked world

Fake president, I'm not here to do your dirty work

Alone I think I'm fighting this losing battle- worth dying?

NO WAR Amerika the brutal

Heaven Shall Burn - The Weapon They Fear

The Weapon They Fear

A Tribute to the Chilean singer Victor Jara, by Heaven Shall Burn 

Words - these words of freedom

A bequest - never to be silenced

In this world of lies, the truth, it means resistance

To make the masses see and sense their needs

He healed so many aching hearts and wounds

And threw back the baseness - back to where it came from

Aspired from the middle of his brothers

Charged this suffering and oppression

One single voice became a storm

His words and melodies - the weapon they fear

Threw back the baseness - back from where it came

Nobody is chosen to suffer

Nobody is destined to rule

Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing

Fettered his hands but not the words he wrote

These songs we'll sing!

"Silence and screams are the end of my song." - Victor Jara

Misery Index - Traitors

We revel in our treason, our catalyst for change

We don't wait for answers,

We laugh, seize, and live our days

Embracing our sedition,

Crawling off our knees

As John Brown -patriots,

Who force the world we want to see

TRAITORS!

Who you'd call a traitor,

Is the son of libertad

La unica esperanza

With no master and no god

"Freedom-haters", agitators?

What would they call Thomas Paine?

Founding fathers

Praised as martyrs

Or terrorists by another name?

TRAITORS!

What you call the Nation-State

Is fiction in itself

Agreed upon illusion

Enforced by violence - ruled by wealth

This land is fucking your land,

And not through them defined

By fucking flags on SUVs

Or Superbowl half-times

TRAITORS!

Sepultura - Refuse Resist

Refuse Resist- one of the classical of the thrash metal with a leftist tendency.

1. Refuse/Resist

Chaos A.D.

Tanks on the streets

Confronting police

Bleeding the Plebs

Raging crowd

Burning cars

Bloodshed starts

Who'll be alive?!

Chaos A.D.

Army in siege

Total alarm

I'm sick of this

Inside the state

War is created

No man's land

What is this shit?!

Refuse/Resist

Refuse

Chaos A.D.

Disorder unleashed

Starting to burn

Starting to lynch

Silence means death

Stand on your feet

Inner fear

Your worst enemy

Refuse/Resist

Refuse/Resist

Rage Against The Machine - Guerilla Radio

Guerilla Radio: A Classical leftist Nu-Metal Song by Rage Against The Machine

Transmission third world war third round

A decade of the weapon of sound above ground

No shelter if youre looking for shade

I lick shots at the brutal charade

As the polls close like a casket

On truth devoured

Silent play in the shadow of power

A spectacle monopolized

The cameras eyes on choice disguised

Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?

Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?

Yes a spectacle monopolized

They hold the reins, stole your eyes

All the fistagons the bullets and bombs

Who stuff the banks

Who staff the party ranks

More for Gore or the son of a drug lord

None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerilla Radio

Turn that shit up

Contact I highjacked the frequencies

Blockin the beltway

Move on DC

Way past the days of bombin MCs

Sound off Mumia guan be free

Who gottem yo check the federal file

All you pen devils know the trial was vile

Army of pigs try to silence my style

Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out guerilla Radio

Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere

It has to start sometime

What better place than here

What better time than nowAll hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now 

Arch Enemy - No Gods, No Masters

No Gods, No Masters

Here I am, back to the wall,

I picked the fight against the time,

Free at last I go my own way,

I will resist them, till the day I die,

I am who I am; my time has come.

I am who I am, take it or leave it,

A rebel at heart,

No gods, no masters,

My time has come.

There is no second place,

No perfect world,

Your head is whole,

Freedom in your heart,

Be strong; take this chance,

Make your way; a better future comes.

I am who I am; my time has come.

I am who I am, take it or leave it,

A rebel at heart,

No gods, no masters,

My time has come.

No gods, no masters.

What doesn’t kill us make us stronger.

Locked and loaded ready to strike,

You stand loud and proud, united as one.

I am who I am, take it or leave it,

A rebel at heart,

No gods, no masters,

My time has come

Against Me! - Baby I'm An Anarchist

"Baby, I'm An Anarchist!"

Through the best of times,

Through the worst of times,

Through Nixon and through Bush,

Do you remember '36?

We went our seperate ways.

You fought for Stalin.

I fought for freedom.

You believe in authority.

I believe in myself.

I'm a molotov cocktail.

You're Dom Perignon.

Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?

What I'm trying to say is that

I burn down buildings

While you sit on a shelf inside of them.

You call the cops

On the looters and piethrowers.

They call it class war,

I call it co-conspirators.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,

You're a spineless liberal.

We marched together for the eight-hour day

And held hands in the streets of Seattle,

But when it came time to throw bricks

Through that Starbucks window,

You left me all alone.

You watched in awe at the red,

White, and blue on the fourth of july.

While those fireworks were exploding,

I was burning that fucker

And stringing my black flag high,

Eating the peanuts

That the parties have tossed you

In the back seat of your father's new Ford.

You believe in the ballot,

Believe in reform.

You have faith in the elephant and jackass,

And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.

We're all hypocrites,

But you're a patriot.

You thought I was only joking

When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"

At the top of my lungs

At the cops in their cars

And the men in their suits.

No, I won't take your hand

And marry the State.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,

You're a spineless liberal.

We marched together for the eight-hour day

And held hands in the streets of Seattle,

But when it came time to throw bricks

Through that Starbucks window,

You left me all alone.