Revolution Is Imminent

by Blast Tyrant

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released April 1, 2014

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Track Name: Jesus Raped Me
Tell me to sell my soul so you could steal my faith
You'd better do what they say, or you'll fucking pay
And the story has been sold

You say that you'll be the one at the pearly gates
People think you're insane so sort your head out mate
Come on Jesus, rape my soul

I dont believe you when you say
He's gonna send down a hurricane
I dont need you or your faith
Leave me alone to live my fucking life

I know I wont be sent before heavens gate
Wont get on my knees, I wont fucking pray
Now your stories are getting old

Condemned to Hell, If you aint gonna pray
Come and do your worst, Ill just sit here and wait
Come on Jesus, rape my soul

I don't need your soul
I don't need your soul
To save a life like my own

I don't need your soul
I don't need your soul
To save a life like my own

There's meaningless conflicts, in your name,why cant we believe in...
Peace time, Freedom, of religion...
Ill never believe you

You pray too much to call youself innocentand I really do think
You've been force fed all the lies you preach
I still dont believe you
You Talk bullshit
Track Name: Killing Time In Kreuzberg
The sky grew dark as you flew away
Life dealt a cheap blow so tonight I stay...
...Stranded In Berlin
I watch the world go by as my chips go cold
My stolen passports already been sold
By some thieving bastards

Sat alone by the embassy
My wedge was running low
So I head to the East of town
Where all the rockers go
Everything turned out alright
We had a hell of a night
Cheap Becks and rock n' roll
Saved my life

Just twenty one, out on the road
There is no better place to go
Or better place I could be stranded
This cities got some nasty ghosts
So I raise a glass to my friendly hosts
Fuck the past now lets get wasted

Sat alone by the Brandenburg
My wedge was running low
So I head to the East of town
Where all the rockers go
Everything turned out alright
We had a hell of a night
Cheap Becks and rock n' roll
Saved my life

Left black and blue
And I didnt fight
I know Ive got nothing to lose
By the end of the night

On my hands and knees through broken glass
I know Ive got to make these final hours last
Killing time in Kreuzberg

Now I look into the night for somewhere to go
Found a motley crew that make me feel at home
Now were getting hammered

Sat alone by the embassy
My wedge was running low
So I head to the East of town
Where all the rockers go
Everything turned out alright
We had a hell of a night
Cheap Becks and rock n' roll
Saved my life

As you tear through the sky like distant thunder
I swore this night would've sent me under
As i stumbled down Vienna Street
I was schotzing all the people I meet

When life takes a blow you've gotta take your chances
You've gotta take your chance

Were only killing time
Track Name: Degenerate Swine
I'm from a generation
That too easily admits defeat
But I wont give up these reckless dreams
While this restless heart still beats

Backed into a corner
By societies demands
They try to ruin me financially
But they'll never keep me down

Locked in a cycle to keep you earning
Where what you make, you end up burning

So many possesions
Its an advertisers dream
But I wont be buying all the shit
All the shit they're selling me

Too many just shrug it off
and accept their given roles
But they'll never take away our souls
Our minds cannot be sold

Locked in a cycle to keep you earning
Where what you make, you end up burning
Ive got guts and Ive got brains and Ive got heart
Just need a foothole, to kick off from the start

A screaming deathpunk call to arms
Could revolution really be so hard?
Turn off your TV and think for just a minute
Is this really how lifes got to be?

Apathy broadcast to drones
You send them money through your telephones
In return for choosing the latest pop star to blow your money on
Not for me, fuck this, good night.

Could it be so hard?
Could revolution really be so hard?