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Rise/Fall
02:34
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American empire brought to a crawl
Rise & Fall
Border walls and military cabals
Rise & Fall
Colonialism and imperial sprawl
Rise & Fall
Building killbots to murder us all
Rise & Fall
If you ain’t rich then you ain’t shit
Stick ‘em up / Where’s the loot?
Grovel underneath my boot
Beg for life / Beg for food
China or Russia, who’s number one?
Gimme Tibet / Gimme Ukraine
Political chaos leads to shifts and change
Goodbye U.S. / Ciao U.K.
American empire brought to a crawl
Rise & Fall
Border walls and military cabals
Rise & Fall
Colonialism and imperial sprawl
Rise & Fall
Building killbots to murder us all
Rise & Fall
I’m over this propaganda war
Separate / Bring us down
Let’s elect an isolationist clown
Decadence / Fall of Rome
Every leader is going straight to hell
Body count / kill em all
Yo, See you on the other side
Rictus grin / Sinking ship
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Sons and Guns
02:56
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What’s up dad?
What makes a man?
Shall I k k k k k k kill?
Violence is my mentor
My entire life we’ve been at war
What’s up mom?
Let’s drop some bombs
We’re all just d d d d d d drones
Living someone else’s plans
Eating out of someone else’s hands
I am the son / I am the gun
I am the gun / the only one
Choke my neck or let me breathe
War’s the only thing for me
Hey there sis
You won’t be missed
Keep pushing your head d d d d d d d down
Don’t bother coming up for air
No room for tenderness or care
Come on bro
Let’s take some souls
Leaving bodies in the m m m m m mud
Take what we’re owed or destroy
Repeating boys will be boys
Pop trigger trigger trigger
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Elegy
02:35
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Don’t take anything with you, but what is left behind?
We only have this time to contribute to mankind
The days are short. When we die do we sign away our life?
Let’s pretend we’re young and go play outside
Bring it down to my level
Equalize the bass to the treble
Bring it down and I want out
Everything we’ve done destroys our self doubt
Bring it down to my level
A deal with god or a pact with the Devil
Bring it down and I see you
The crook with a key / a spiritual preview
Hold me close or let me go
Life’s a ride and then I die alone, we all die alone
Hold me up and build my tomb
Spent decades howling at the moon to prepare my room
Yesterday’s a memory, tomorrow’s a mystery
Today’s a gift to give to all those close to me
Makers make and cowards flee
I worry daily about my legacy
Bring it down to my level
Flesh, muscle, brain, more than a vessel
Bring it down and I want out
Life’s too short for creative droughts
Bring it down to my level
Summon our strength to build our temple
Bring it down and I see you
Assemble my library as my statue
Hold me close or let me go
Life’s a ride and then I die alone, we all die alone
Hold me up and build my tomb
Spent decades howling at the moon to prepare my room
Built worlds with words now let’s all play together
Stories and songs 86 birds of a feather
Create of a body of work and loves left behind
Family and friends display our secret sign
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Shift Status
02:47
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Subjugate the population with these garbage wars and in-fighting while they take away the rights of YOU
Keep the disenfranchised and those without a voice enslaved, the illusion of choice. This how they lie to YOU
It’s a story as old as time. Borders are meaningless. Tower of Babylon.
Separate us by language or echelon
Treat people like firewood or automatons
Now it’s time to for us to take care of one another universal housing, college and health for YOU
Financial war against the poor, student debt and frivolous fines taking cash away from YOU
It’s a story as old as time. Kings versus peasants. Bad King John
Riot police busting heads with batons
Political parties, fiefdoms or mafia dons
We live in a digital world where direct democracy should be the future for us TOO
Can we trust the population to be informed with so much propaganda directed right at YOU
It’s a story as old as time. History written by the victors, or the loudest one
Media’s brainwashing evangelist pawns
We’re no exception, whose voice will you decide on
Chorus
Alright now, my brother
Gather ‘round, support one another
Let’s go, my sister
More shouting and less whispers
A maelstrom of mayhem
There’s more of us then there are of them
Reconfigure, this apparatus
It’s time to shift our status
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SP's Los Angeles, California
SP’s are a rollicking, eccentric garage-punk outfit with a decidedly snotty Left-wing slant. And with Rise/Fall, they aim
their sonic battering ram straight for the Halls of Power.
The band—lead vocalist Steve Albertson, guitarist Steve LaBate, bassist James Holland and drummer Allen Kronenberge
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