DESCRIPTION:
Amazing song, Amazing band.

Couldn't find the lyrics online so here's my best shot.

It's the age of the beast
and he's beat ya,
ya get you'r cancer cheap
but it's so steep for the treatment

believe it, its just corporate oligarchy
but it's just a small old boy's
network share-holder economy

Honestly its a small group of men
with 51% of you'r fortune, 500 dividends
and you're livin' for them

let's believe it you're living their
sick dream don't be deceived

and they've instilled a yearning
this greed for earning
these elements taught in the
halls of the higher learning

there's business competition
goods acquisition
dribble dead edition (????)
now they got you all wish'n for

fuck the products from the store
got'cha add'n up prices
got'cha keep'n score

until every day becomes like
the consumer's game just
squeezing cash from your dying brain

and that's the plan yup
straight taken from Goebbels
ya mass fuck the man and
then you can eat the spoils,

of the masses of the weak,
the masses of the meek
now they got you
all too tired to speak,

is there any point to this at all?
is there anything i can do to change the path we're on?
is there any point at all?
anything i can do before were gone

yeah

I see no point at all
and i see no point at all
and i see no point at all
and i see

When the ways of the modern world gets persuasive
i try to keep my mind frame evasive
to avoid a case of the head rot
that some suffer from

i've seen the damage done
i recognize all the sources
that it comes from

the message of the tomb is clear
clean out your ears
the demented directives
that get accomplished from year to year

be lying through their teeth
with tricks up their sleeves
the've got rules in place
so that they can cheat

like in the court room
of high priced lawyers
they broom'n an uh
sweep em through the process,
zip zap zoom'n

and they out again
take'n that cash outta you'r hands
that top floor board-room's
just a virtual lion's den.

Home office
tower
that falice of
power

where your monthly wages
could get made in an hour

while the directives are confided
oak door, behind it
the fate of nations
by few becomes decided

multinationals they all came on so casual
and now fuckin' the third world is just actually factual

its slavery without namin' it
while the west stakes a claim in it

and them poor nations thinking
that there's some kinda game in it

yahuh, yup they right, theres a game for this
globalizing Fourth Reich

is there any point to this at all?
anything i can do to change the path we're on?
is there any point at all?
anything i can do before were gone, were gone

I see no point at all
and as i stutter step
i gasp for breath
i breath out but i fall
i see no point at all
and as i try to breath in
but i heave and my lungs scroll
i see no point at all
and as my prophets
get shot up before
ears can hear their call
and all

I have resigned to the belief
that we'll all bleed
until blood clogs all the cogs

of the machine
and the gears scream
and production halts
for drastic alteration of our culture

i pray for the day that the big names
become stained and that the assets
that they gained fade from the acid rain
we're way past the last train.

ships gone like the oceans, the lakes,
the streams, the ponds.
and i dream of bombs in omni-colour and
i envision buildings toppled on-top of one-another

smothering mothers who tried to cover their children while misery rides,
has tried the lives of millions
or it just kills them

like death manifested
dead from the lead
embedded in their chest
of the breath of the beast
them laser heat
guided missiles

they strike with such lightnin' speed,
they strike with lightnin' speed,
strike with lightnin' speed.
so come and strike with lightnin' speed.

"Warsawpack-State Of Unconsciousness", sound recording administered by:
IODA