Recorded at october studios, Portland on march 3, 1996.
War machine was recorded live at Gilman Street, Berkeley, California on July 12, 1996
All songs by Detestation, except Children of the grave (Black Sabbath), and War Machine (Anti Cimex)
WHY DO THEY CRY
SELFISHLY CARING FOR ONE ANOTHER
CONCEPTION IS WHATS ON YOUR MIND
YOUR CONSIDERATION FOR ANY OTHER
THE THOUGHT NEVER ENTERS YOUR MIND
AND WHY DO THEY CRY?
PULLING ANOTHER INTO EXISTENCE
YOU'RE WANTING ANOTHER OF YOUR KIND
VICARIOUSLY LIVING THROUGH YOUR CREATION
YOU WANT TO SEE LIFE THROUGH THEIR EYES
AND WHY DO THEY CRY?
DECEPTION, INJUSTICE, A HYPOCRITICAL SYSTEM
HIS EYES CANNOT FATHOM THIS LIFE
AND WHY DO THEY CRY?
CONSUMED BY YOUR GREED
FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE THEY SUFFER AND DIE
TORTURED AND KILLED WITH NO REASON WHY
A BARBARIC PRACTICE WITH NO END IN SIGHT
WHAT MAKES YOU SUPERIOR WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT
ACCEPTED FORM OF BIGOTRY SHOVED DOWN YOUR THROAT
SMEARED ON YOUR FACE OR WORN AS A COAT
ATTITUDES MUCH CHANGE OR WE'RE ALREADY LOST
ANIMAL EXPLOITATION MUST BE STOPPED AT ALL COSTS
CONSUMED BY YOUR GREED
AND THE DEATH THAT YOU FEED
A MATTER OF COMPASSION OR PLAIN COMMON SENSE
ANY RATIONAL PERSON WOULD COME TO THE DEFENSE
OF INNOCENT CREATURES SENTENCED TO DIE
BY AGE OLD TRADITIONS AND VANITIES LIE
CONSUMED BY YOUR IGNORANCE, EGO AND GREED
IGNORING THE DEATH UPON WHICH YOU FEED
ATTITUDES MUST CHANGE OR WE'RE ALREADY LOST
ANIMAL EXPLOITATION MUST BE STOPPED AT ALL COSTS
CLASS WARPED
STRAIGHT INTO THEIR POCKET BOOKS IS WHERE YOUR CLASS PRIDE GOES
THEY LIVE IN LUXURY WHILE YOUR SWEAT MAINTAINS THEIR STATUS QUO
BY LIVING THEIR LIE
THEY'LL MAKE YOU WORK TILL YOU DIE
THEIR'S NO SUCH THING AS "HONEST WORK" IT'S ALL A FUCKING LIE
I FIND NO PRIDE IN LINING THEIR POCKETS TILL I DIE
BY LIVING THEIR LIE
THEY'LL MAKE YOU WORK TILL YOU DIE
CLASS WAR SOUNDS GREAT IN THEORY
AND THEORY IS WHERE IT SHOULD STAY
I FIND NO COMRADERIE IN A JOB THAT I WORK FOR PAY
THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH INTENTIONS THAT ARE GREAT
BUT THEIR ARE FATES MUCH WORSE THAN HELL A MINDLESS WORKERS STATE
THERE'S NOTHING HEROIC ABOUT WORKING FOR A WAGE
PAID SLAVERY IS ALL IT IS, A GUILDED MONEY CAGE
THEY TRAP YOU WITH A PAYCHECK WITH WHICH THEY BUY YOUR TIME
IN A RATIONAL SOCIETY WORK WOULD BE A CRIME
WHEN YOU ACCEPT THEIR LABELS WHEN YOU ACCEPT THEIR LIES
CLASS WAR JUST DECEIVES YOU INTO BUILDING YOUR DEMISE
NOT FUCKING FUNNY
PATHETIC FUCKING JOKE CHEAPSHOT LITTLE LAUGH
FILLS ME WITH RAGE SEEING RED IN HEATED WRATH
CHILDISH FUCKING HUMOUR TO MAKE YOU FEEL COOL
BUT YOUR HOMOPHOBIC DRIVEL ONLY MAKES YOU LOOK A FOOL
YOUR JOKES AREN'T FUCKING FUNNY
YOUR FUCKING VIEWS ARE SHIT
HOMOPHOBIA IS IGNORANCE NO TOLERANCE FOR IT
YOU PIN IT TO YOUR WALLS YOU WEAR IT IN YOUR HAIR
YOU PAINT IT ON YOUR JACKET BUT DO YOU REALLY CARE
OR IS IT JUST A FASHION A CLEVER LITTLE GAME
AN AFFECTED IDEOLOGY A PUNK ONLY BY NAME
AN ATTITUDE A LIFESTYLE CULTURE OF OUR OWN
FOR THINKING INDIVIDUALS NOT PATHETIC FASHION CLONES
CRUTCHES
DROWNING OUR SORROWS WITH WINE AND CHEAP BEER
ONLY HIDES FOR NOW THE REALITY OF OUR FEAR
CRUTCHES
A SYRINGE FILLED WITH HEROIN LEADS STRAIGHT TO HELL
LIFE IS A SICKNESS FROM WHICH YOU CANNOT GET WELL
CRUTCHES
FACED WITH EXISTENCE THAT OFFERS NO HOPE
WE FIND OURSELVES TRAPPED AT THE END OF OUR ROPE
THE FUTURE LOOKS BLEAK THE PAST FILLED WITH PAIN
WE LOOK TO FIND WAYS OF NUMBING OUR BRAIN
CRUTCHES
DAYS FILLED WITH BOREDOM THAT HANGS IN THE AIR
WEEKS OF DEPRESSION AND YEARS OF DESPAIR
YOU TURN TO CRUTCHES TO HELP MAKE IT THROUGH
BUT THERE'S ONLY ONE ANSWER THAT LIES WITHIN YOU
UNHEARD CRIES
IF ALL THE EFFORT THAT WE CREATE
TO PUT INTO ALL OF OUR SONGS OF HATE
FOR A SYSTEM OF HATRED, IGNORANCE AND GREED
WHOSE MOTIVES ARE BASED ON WANT OVER NEED,
UNHEARD CRIES
FOR ALL OUR TALK OF HATRED
FOR THE STATE IN WHICH WE LIVE
OUR ACTIONS MAKE IT OBVIOUS
WE'LL TAKE WHAT THEY GIVE
IN A SYSTEM OF HATRED, IGNORANCE AND GREED
IT'LL TAKE MORE THAN A SONG OR TWO TO GET US WHAT WE NEED
UNHEARD CRIES
SITTING AROUND COMPLAINING OR WATCHING TV
IS NOTHING MORE THAN FEEDING INTO THEIR APATHY
THERE'S NOTHING REVOLUTIONARY ABOUT DRINKING BEER
WHEN ALL THAT IT'S DOING IS MASKING YOUR FEARS
SEARCHING FOR OBLIVION
MOURNING AFTER MORNING THE SCENARIO IS PLAYED OUT
A GLANCE OUTSIDE MY WINDOW IS ENOUGH TO MAKE ME DOUBT
CRAWL BACK TO THE CONFINES OF MY TWENTY-TWO OUNCE TOM
ANOTHER BOTTLE EMPTY ANOTHER DOLLAR SPENT
LEAVING ME TO SIT AND WONDER JUST WHERE THE FUCK IT WENT
RUNNING FROM MY NIGHTMARES ESCAPING MY DESPAIR
PLUNGE MYSELF INTO OBLIVION BUT WHEN I WAKE UP IT'S STILL THERE
MY NEVER ENDING FLIGHT FROM THE HORROR OF MY MIND
THOUGHTFULLNESS THE CURSE OF THE MOST INSIDIOUS KIND
DROWNING IN A FOAMY WASH A HIGH PERCENTAGE SEA
REALITY JUST REMINDS ME OF HOW THINGS WILL NEVER BE
SEARCHING FOR OBLIVION THATS JUST WHAT I FOUND
A NEW SORROW RESURRECTS ITSELF FOR EVERYONE THATS DROWNED
LIVING IN A WORLD THATS FILLED WITH GHOSTS OF FEAR
THE MURDER OF MY MEMORY ALONG WITH EVERYTHING HELD DEAR