FLOWER

Breaking The Spell

WORLD LIES IN ASHES, ALL PEOPLE IN DESPAIR.
FALSE BORDERS DEFINED THROUGH ENDLESS WARFARE.
ARBITRARY LINES, DRAWN IN SAND. IN ROTTING MINDS, THEY’RE DRAWN AGAIN.
IN THE ABSENCE OF HOPE, WE SCORN THE FUTURE. EVERY PURITANICAL SOLUTION ENDING IN FAILURE.
TO LIBERATE US ALL WE MUST BELIEVE IN OURSELVES.
POSSIBILITIES ARISE WHEN WE’RE BREAKING THE SPELL.
IF NO ONE WILL QUESTION THE RULES WE UPHOLD,
HOW CAN WE BUILD A WORLD ANY DIFFERENT FROM THE OLD?
EVERY AUTHORITARIAN IS SURE THEY KNOW BEST. WILL WE DESTROY THEIR FUTURE OR JUST CHANGE ITS PATH?
CONTROL, SUBMISSION, FEAR, SUPPRESSION.
NEW ORTHODOX PURE OF THOUGHT AND ACTION. CHURCHES OF OLD, CHURCHES OF NEW. WHICH UNQUESTIONABLE LIES WILL WE PRAY TO?
THE MARTYR CRUCIFIED UPON THEIR CROSS, LOOKING DOWN FROM HEIGHTS ON ALL THAT’S BEEN LOST.
WORSHIP WILL NOT SLOW THE TURNING WHEEL.
ONLY YOU AND I AND BREAKING THE SPELL.
IN THE VOID OF POWER YOU CREATE, WHO DO WE HAND THE KEYS?
IN OUR NEW UTOPIA, WHO WILL YOU BURY?
ARE WE PLANTING THE SEEDS OF A NEW POWER?
FLOWERS STILL GROW IN THE GRAVEYARDS OF TOMORROW.
IN THE ABSENCE OF HOPE WE SCORN THE FUTURE.
LIVING ON BORROWED TIME WITH NO REAL SOLUTION.
TO FIND A NEW TOMORROW WE MUST TRUST OURSELVES.
POSSIBILITIES ARISE WHEN WE’RE BREAKING THE SPELL.
THE DEATH SQUAD AND WARFARE STATE STILL MARCHES ON.
THE BORDERS STILL DIVIDE US, THE EARTH STILL BURNS.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK FOR THE COMPONENTS OF HELL.
THEY’RE CREATED ABOVE AND BROUGHT DOWN ON US ALL.
SQUABBLING AND FLAILING WITHIN THEIR GRASP.
THEIR STRUCTURES ALREADY PILED HIGH, ALL WE NEED IS A MATCH.
“TRUTH” IS FALSE OBLIVION, ONLY YOU CAN FREE YOUR MIND.
YOU CAN’T CLOSE THE DOOR ON THE TURNING OF TIME. THERE IS NO TOMORROW, IT’S BEEN TAKEN AWAY. THERE IS ONLY NOW, YOU AND I, AND TODAY.
TO END THIS ROTTEN WORLD, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.
ONLY ALL TOGETHER CAN WE BREAK THE SPELL.

#flower #crust #punk

https://flowernewyorkcity.bandcamp.com/track/breaking-the-spell

FLOWER - Hell to the next

It returns again, the wheel grinds on
Turning the trenches of a new dark dawn
Filled with the blood of wasted faith
You wade in … the current.. awaits
A river of mire a path to death
Follower, dutifully at the heels of the next
Under the heel, under the sun, under the knife, under the thumb
An industrial farm that was our earth
Poisons our bodies, poisons the dirt
To blister in waste, leftover by man
Wilfully blinded to a well-crafted plan
He brings on the end, to welcome the fire
we beg for the rope as the flames climb higher
Under the heel, under the sun, under the knife, under the thumb

It returns again, the wheel grinds on
Turning the trenches of a new dark dawn
Filled with the blood of wasted faith
You wade in … the current.. awaits
The greedy come first and
the last will starve
In a world where humans are just moving parts
Reaper drones overhead,
In the killing fields of history’s dead
Year of the pig
Year of the plague
Year of the spectacle
Year of the cage
Mass psychology weaponized
by the "best" minds of our time
A new feudalism…in our world condemned to die

Nothing holds nothing grows
Nothing happens, history kills
Under the heel, under the sun,
under the knife, under the thumb
Someone to blame, as end draws near
Someone to hate, someone to fear
State of the art, a new disease
The modern day world will set you free

#crust #punk

https://flowernewyorkcity.bandcamp.com/track/heel-of-the-next

Nausea - Inherit The Wasteland ( Lyrics Video )

Expanding new horizons
The age of humanity is past
A sterile new environment
Where emotion cannot last
A frail human weakness
That must be overcome
Your wretched laugh and feeble tears
Are now over and done

Anesthetize the feelings
Cauterize the mind
Life's simple joy is a luxury
That they will never find
Step into the light of day
We'll see to all your needs
Give up to us your children
So we may sow the seeds
Of a new and useless way of life

Step into the light of day
We'll see to all your needs
Give up to us your children
So we may sow the seeds
We call the status quo
We'll feed them lies of our new age
And off to work they'll go
To keep up peak production
We'll exploit their petty greed

If I work long and hard enough
Then someday I'll succeed
But when your use has ended
And you've worked long and hard
You'll see yourself a wasted mess
And permanently scarred

I'll inherit the wasteland
A technological dream
That's draining my life's blood
I'm chained to the machine

Sift through emotional wreckage
Weed the weak out from the strong
With the dawning of our master race
How can we go wrong?
Strong in body weak in mind
A total lack of thought
Drones work an anti-septic hive
That our tax dollars bought

Cleanliness and godliness
The lessons of the day
Step out of line
And you'll find out the price you have to pay
Technology will blossom
But soon it has to feed
Consuming all your wasted lives
To satisfy it's need
The path you took was futile
Because you were deceived
They told you, you were on your way
And that's what you believed
Until one day you saw the gray
That had become your life
A rocky barren wasteland
Of suffering, toil, and strife
They finally lost all use
For your spent mind and failing health
Now when you see your children
It reminds you of yourself
When you traveled down that "golden road"
That ended up in ruin
They will all fall victim to the system
That consumes them