The demonic seed of European imperialists has swollen with ripeness. Its blossoms signal moral decay, salivating to conquer. A diseased concept of unalienable rights. A distorted view of sexuality. A plague upon evolution. Industrialists and aristocrats--rotting in your fancy suits, burning like cigars hung between weak lips, choking beneath the smokestacks of progress. Protectors and providers--teachers of self loathing, sentinels of the abattoirs, guardians of status quo. May you choke on your own masochistic sermons and be ground beneath the heels of conformity. My dearest comrades and young rebels--We're just more of the same. Bourgeois shackles of pacifism and inaction enabling oppression. We are accessories to slavery. Bound together by invisible reins. Pulsing through the veins. The same tumultuous, glorious blood.
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from Rendon,
released November 29, 2013
Originally from Tears That Soak a Callous Heart, a split 12" with Moloch released in 2010 by Feast of Tentacles and Perpetual Motion Machine. Recorded by James Whitten in various practice spaces at "The Maze" on Rendon Street in New Orleans in a marathon weekend in January 2009.
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