The Great Equalizer

by Valdsamt Motstand

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Recorded, mixed and produced by Våldsamt Motstånd at Speedball Studios, Karlstad in 2016.
Released on Högre Tempo Records 2017.

credits

released May 1, 2017

All songs written and performed by Våldsamt Motstånd (Edman, Jansson, Larsson, Rönnlund) except for Watch Your Back (Edman, Jansson, Larsson), and Interlude, Fuck Your Scene, Dying of the Light (Jansson, Larsson).

Martin Abraham – Lead Vocals
Micke Larsson – Guitars, Lead Vocals on Dying of the Light
David Jansson – Bass, Acoustic Guitars, Backing Vocals, Lead Vocals on Fuck Your Scene and Watch Your Back

Micke Jörstad – Drums
Rino Rotevatn – Hurdy Gurdy on Fuck Your Scene

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Track Name: Pig Parade
The pigs are at the door
This is no time for polite discussion
The pigs are at our door
There is no time, no time

A slouching army of privliged misfits
Overfed pigs waving banners and squeling
Every word in the language of traitors
Frothing at their mouths, knives in their hooves

Pig-parade!
(You've opened the stie to the)
Pig-parade!

The pigs are at the door
This is no time for polite discussion
The pigs are at our door
There is no time for our kind

A slouching army of privliged misfits
Overfed pigs waving banners and squeling
Every word in the language of traitors
Frothing at their mouths, knives in their hooves

Pig-parade!
(You've opened the stie to the)
Pig-parade!

Round 'em up
Drive them out
Round 'em up
Drive them out

It's perfectly kosher to slaugther this sow

A slouching army of privliged misfits
Overfed pigs waving banners and squeling
Every word in the language of traitors
Frothing at their mouths, knives in their hooves

Pig-parade!
(You've opened the stie to the)
Pig-parade!

Liberals opened the door to the pig-parade!
Track Name: Jihad Eyes
Your smile is an open wound
Your eyes launch holy wars

Your laughter is wormwood, stars and planets

Every word is a threat
Every glance: a promise

Your smile is an open wound
Your eyes launch holy wars

You are shelter and safety from the storm (you are the storm)

Jihad Eyes
Wormwood smile

You are the storm that breaks all hearts
Track Name: The Great Equalizer
On every gallows hill as well as
on abandoned factory lines
In the hearts of children
At the end of every road

The Great Equalizer

A lack of purpose
or anything to say really
As the lines start to fade
And the center ceases to hold

The Great Equalizer

Why would there be
meaning in death
when there sure as shit
ain't none to people in life

You did nothing to deserve this
or maybe you did
Well, it hardly matters now,
anyway

The end
The end
How titanically
Meaningless
Track Name: I am Nothing
Nothing is out to get you

I could hurt you all and get away with it
Exact shining retribution for years of slight
You all have names, and homes, and habits
All of you have something to lose – not I

Nothing is out to get you

I could wound you all and get away with it
And for a brief, shining moment, force you to be me
You all have illusions of peace
that Nothing is going to harm you

You can't harm me, I've got nothing
You can't see me, I am no-one
You can't find me, I am nowhere
I am ghost

I will kill you all and get away with it
Vengeance for years of smirking smiles
You all have dreams, loved ones and children
Everyone has something to lose – not I
not I
not I
not I
not I
not I
not I
not I
not I
not I
not I
Track Name: Kill Me, I'm a Liberal
Malcolm X was a standup guy
(I'm sure glad he's dead)
I own several records by Joe Hill
(I keep a list of faggot reds)

To Jesus we're all Judas
To Prometheus, Zeus
A true liberal shuns real heroes
'Cause we can't stand to see things change

We should never forget Reverend King
(I'm glad blacks still know their place)
Mandela is a personal hero of mine
(All commies should be fucking lynched)

To Jesus we're all Judas
To Prometheus, Zeus
A true liberal shuns real heroes
'Cause we can't stand to see things change

We sacrifice all heroes
on the altar of permenance
We sacrifice all heroes
on the altar of permenance

Judas, Quisling
These men are my real heroes
They are real heroes
Track Name: Watch Your Back
There's a rumour going on in town
There's a story that we're keeping down

Backstabbing creature you thought were your friend
You have to taste that cold steel again anda again
Sharp teeth smiles, at least they pretend
This is your last days, this is the end

There's a hidden lie, there's a crack in the sealing
Paranoid illusions, while we are dying screaming

Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife

There's a murderer without a name
We will always find someone to blame

Backstabbing creature you thought were your friend
You have to taste that cold steel again and again
Sharp teeth smiles, at least they pretend
This is your last days, this is the end

There's a hidden lie, there's a crack in the sealing
Paranoid illusions, while we are dying screaming

Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back, Sharpen your knife
Watch your back
Track Name: Moses
What is a man?
A miserable pile of secrets
At heart a monster
A dead child

But this world
could be
beautiful
This world
could be
beautiful

Smash every calf
every false idol
that separates us
from what we are

We could all be Moses
We could be so much more
We could
We could

What is a man?
A collection of failures
A bag of meat
By demons driven

But this world
could be
beautiful
This world
could be
beautiful

Kill every Buddha
on your path
that separates us
from what we are

We could all be Buddha
We could be so much more
We could
We could

We could be so much more
If we could conquer ourselves

We could be so much more

We are the enemy
Man is the enemy

We are the enemy
Man is the enemy
We are the enemy
Man is the enemy
We are the enemy
Man is the enemy
Jihad
Track Name: I am the Market
I am fire
I live to consume
I am the new God
of both death and womb

I am the market
Feed me
I am the market
Feed me

And I am the scythe
I mow the weak down
I am continual crisis
and chaos unbound
I am gluttony and starvation
I am laissez faire and limitation

I am the market
Feed me
I am the market
Feed me

And I am the scythe
I mow the weak down
I am continual crisis
and chaos unbound
I am gluttony and starvation
I am laissez faire and limitation

As I'm strangling you,
you can't see my hands
Aren't you glad?
As I'm strangling you,
you can't see my hands
Aren't you glad?
Track Name: Fuck Your Scene
All dressed up
Completely dressed down
Being someone
Being nothing

Stay true to your scene
Stay true to yourself
Fuck your scene

Image, coolness
Hilarious posing
Fullfilling yourself
Drain the blood
All dressed up
Completely dressed down
Being someone
Being nothing

Stay true to your scene
Stay true to yourself
Fuck your scene
Fuck you
Track Name: Dying of the Light
And so my friend
we're at the end
'cause everything must die
or vanish in the darkness of the night.

It's getting dark
and I can't see your eyes anymore.
But we can still fight
the dying of the light.