Detestation- Unheard Cries demo tape

 

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