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Waiting for the Fall

by Article 15

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Every revolution in history Is born of human necessity. When all that's left, tyranny or death Line up for the guillotine. Poverty and struggling. Depravity of dignity. At the gates, take it back. Chopping heads for bread. Conquest of Bread! Tyranny, or death! Abundance and technology And still we cannot eat? They'll rape and steal until we're bled We are the conquest of bread! Conquest of Bread! Tyranny, or death! Every revolution in history Is born of human suffering They'll rape and steal and leave you dead Now we're chopping heads for bread. Conquest of Bread! Tyranny, or death!
2.
All work and no play, wage slaves anyway At least the trains run on time. All work and no fun, a Führer's work is never done Gotta keep the masses all in line. Things we hide. Must be dead inside. Genocide. Must be dead inside. Time bomb boxed in, afraid we'll never fit in. Desperate for the chance to get ahead. Time for the big brawl, line up at the shopping mall Blood-soaked dollars in your hand. The things we buy, We must be dead inside. Genocide. Must be dead inside. Bankers and CEO's know which way the wind blows While the media is keeping you asleep. War is the new fad, wrap it in a big flag And sell it as a sitcom on T.V. Things we hide Must be dead inside Genocide Must be dead inside. Franco at the Disco!
3.
Frayed Decay Days of disarray Kneel and pray Waiting for the final day. A mother who birthed her only creation A father who built a powerful nation Maniacal need to poison the water Stolen the hopes from the sons and the daughters The potential for human liberation Crushed by the need for annihilation A heaven above, promised the martyr Fooled like sheep led to the slaughter Frayed Decay Days of disarray Kneel and pray Waiting for the final day A landscape of want, disease and waste A mother's breast, rotting decay A smoldering orb with nothing left Prophesies fulfilled, nuclear death Frayed Decay Days of disarray Kneel and pray Waiting for the final day Degenerate Hypocrite Death wish And still you prayed for all of it Frayed Decay Days of disarray Kneel and pray Waiting for the final... ...maimed And raped Killed by the deranged Who proudly say they're Waiting for the final, praying for the final Waiting for the final day.
4.
Death Cult 02:12
Bow to the god of your creation, bow to death and annihilation. A birthright of obedient silence, an inheritance of shame and violence. Cheer for racist bigotry, celebrate brutality. Idolize authority, oppression of minorities. Join the ranks of fear and hate, to these ideas you subjugate Fooled by fascist mind effects, a yellow ribbon noose around your necks. Death Cult! FEMA slaves you'll surely be when they tell you work will set you free. The vapid shit that you believe now you're goose-stepping off to World War Three. You traded your democracy for Alt-right ideologies. You hide behind American pride but still you're committing genocide. Join the ranks of fear and hate, to these ideas you subjugate Swear your lives to the Father State, human decency you abdicate For a lie you'd gladly die and never thought to question why Fooled by fascist mind effects, a yellow ribbon noose Around your Nazi fucking necks! So obsessed with racial pride, you're trapped inside the Death Cult Nothing left inside your skulls, you've been brainwashed by the Death Cult Give your life to god and state, you're marching with the Death Cult You fear your fate but it's too late, you're devoured by the Death Cult
5.
Susan 04:23
Susan finished school at 16 Wants to be a secretary Two years later she's got nowhere Ends up in a factory Making matches it's so boring She gets sad and so depressed Hears her doctor smugly tell her "Take these pills and get some rest" But she takes it one step further Parents rescue her in time Then they tell her, "When you're married everything will be just fine" She recovers and gets married it further shuts the closing door Though he says "I really love you" She feels worse off than before Nine months later she's the mother To a bouncing baby boy "Oh how lovely!" say her parents, but for her there is no joy Words like mommy don't mean nothing It's all she is from 9 to 5 All alone, and only 19 Every single day she dies 19 years of hollow cliches Now she wants to end it all Bored to death from doing nothing Family drives her up the wall Swinging Susan hangs herself She couldn't live a pointless life He walks in and sees through tears The rigid corpse that was his wife The life and times of Susan Strange Ended in that tragic way With the money from insurance The family went on holiday Nothing left but rotting flowers On an unattended grave The epitaph has faded badly No one reads it anyway
6.
The exalted arrive at the ball On chariots of gold, upon the wings of the gods Their radiance lights up the halls Diamonds and jewels dressed in skins of the thralls Orchestras line up arranged Celebrations of wealth and the song of the day Wagers of blood would astound, Privileged the few, the rest worship the crown The party began then to play The beautiful people swaggered and swayed Indulged in the finest of ways Hors d'oeuvres and fine wines and fancy champagnes When entered a madam so fair Her flair and her charm lit up the air While outside of the palace estates A terrible force soon began to shake Isolated are the rich as disparity grows Debutantes in their decadence dance in their robes Twirling and spinning as the cup overflows They won't even know when the knife’s at their throat Oh liberty... ….or guillotine! They dance to an opulent tune And toasted and cheered to the health of the few A cadre of tyrant tycoons Some make the laws, the rest simply consume But as the party reached fanciful heights The ramshackle slums burned all through the night Starving and desperate for change Waves of plebeian rage crashes against the gates Isolated are the rich as disparity grows Debutantes in their decadence dance in their robes Twirling and spinning as the cup overflows They won't even know when the masses revolt Oh liberty... ….or guillotine! And the guards at the palace were killed right on site And the jackboot police ran away terrified And the armies of war marched to the fight But the people fought back with all of their might They stood with their fists clenched, held to the sky And the fires of rage ravaged the blight And the beast that forever was kept in a cage Broke through her chains and devoured her prey Oh liberty... ….or guillotine!
7.
Into the night we sail In a sunset bathed in blood Horizon of dark waters But no fear of the unknown Ne'er to be seen These ghosts of history A leviathan of thieves This curse upon the sea Raise the black, face of death Stand together, take it back Fly the flag, black as death Stand together, take it back Take it back! Raise the black! Living by the sword For promises of wealth Yet this is just a pittance For the glory of the horde Raise the black, face of death Stand together, take it back Fly the flag, black as death Stand together, take it back We spit upon the crown And we bravely face our deaths With a noose around our necks Or our blood upon the decks Decisions we have made Slaves we'd never be To toil upon the land, Or rule upon the sea? Look upon our masts You'll see the black and red Time is running fast Surrender or be dead

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ARTICLE 15 is:

Lou Maiolica (Drums)
Boone Kaeck (Bass)
Jeff Englehart (Guitar and Vocals)

Produced by Augustine Ortiz, Jr. and Article 15. Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Augustine Ortiz Jr. at The Decibel Foundry in Santa Fe, New Mexico, February-March 2017.

All songs written and produced by Article 15.

“Susan” written by Steve Hamilton/Subhumans. Arranged and Performed for Article 15 by Jeff Englehart. Additional Strings and Orchestration by Augustine Ortiz, Jr.

Artwork by Eli Walters
eliwalters.com

Monotone Records
Copyleft 2017

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released March 15, 2017

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Article 15 Taos, New Mexico

Article 15 is born from the thirsty earth of northern New Mexico. Using anarcho-punk as a means to an end, their music is a battle cry against hate-mongering fascists and a tool to help build a new world based on peace, justice, and an egalitarian autonomy of the planet and its inhabitants. ... more

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