New song

Feelings of enmity propel down my throat Bridled rage painted upon my face Pure animosity burns within my heart Hampered by these mortal feelings - I strive for tranquility Pacific mind paired with violent expression I attempt to let go and just walk away While inside I thrash left and right My heart wrenched and crippled Liberation for all fragile minds Strength and fortitude combined Inner peace to heal our souls The thorns of swallowed roses cut my throat and the blood flows These weak emotions I refuse to embrace Won't make the same mistakes again Time to move on and just let it go I resist turning back to behold the dark shadows It rained and poured blood from my eyes Feelings too complex to define with mere words an excruciating past to relive Aggresion, oppression, obsession Refuse to engage in emotional games Refuse to dwell on this evil, negative plane Liberation for our bodies and souls Transformation of our hearts and minds Peaceful change begin with you and me (This song is for my friend) The wind with stories blew to my ears I pictured darkness with dead dried trees A lost boy standing alone in the cold The pain and confusion you went through… People try to give you advice As if they were speaking a different language For the words mean nothing to you It didn’t ease the pain or cure the woes You left behind a dead dried branch Blowing away with past discomfort memories The wind will carry your echo of sorrow Your hurt and your anger flows away Taking all your sadness to the other side As your heart stops with a last beat Why now do we care Why now do we cry

Lyrics from the split LP

APOCALYPTIC PRISON STRUGGLE The solidarity of the streets must extend beyond to those arrested. We must prove to these freedom fighters that they will never be ignored. (ch) This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. To these people who have committed to challenging injustice Let us put an end to our privileged, sectarian squabbles. Regardless of the label the fight is for Liberation! (ch) This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. Do not forget the inhumane condition, the despair of ultimate repression It takes more than writing letters, we have to fundraise and rally; we have to educate the public; we have to study the role of prisons (ch)This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. Regardless of political difference these people cannot be abandoned. Psychological torture, humiliation, and inhuman abuse. Isolated in cells deprived of life. Their families destroyed at the hands of state. Rougher times for activist because they’re a threat. The struggle must continue strong for the liberation. Free the prisoners, ALF, ELF, revolutionaries The state repression must be dealt with Until all are free, liberation or death! INSURRECTIONIST DEED I became involved with the punk subculture in the 80s. During that period we had to build everything from the bottom up, to take this lifestyle called punk, and develop it into a culture of rebellion and love, rooted in the principals of Anarchism. Although, our Anarchist history reaches back much further, considering the early part of the 20th century with the Jewish Anarchist movement, the CNT, the IWW, the Anarchist Red Cross (later known as the Anarchist Black Cross)... as well as the Peace movements of the 60s and the emergence of social revolutionary organizations for self-determination. This was our legacy, our inspiration! Growing up, we started from scratch with this idea; organizing benefit events, building collectives, opening community centers, forming co-operatives... In many regards, our visions tended to be utopian and impatient. It seemed that our mistakes continued to plague our willingness to remain committed. I have watched friends get lost into the slavery of a drug culture. We have witnessed people moving away and becoming disillusioned with the irresponsible directions of our subculture, and even in the larger social revolutionary movement. We have strayed from dealing with one another, supporting each other in times of need and pain… It seems that the cynicism developed in the 70s after this country's repressive war against our historical struggles for liberation has also passed onto us, and our failure to recognize the potential we have as human beings still plagues us today. The political punk movement is an arm to the larger movement for freedom in this world. This has been a subculture which has been there for youth growing up, searching for others to identify with. I have watched as people have attempted to sell its potential as a force for change out to the potential to make profits. I have seen this fall victim to negativity and alcoholism. We have seen the Anarchist movement here in Los Angeles burn out, and refuse to deal with personal issues. How can we expect a radical change to come about if we do not work towards solidarity and understanding?! How can we limit ourselves to the same mistakes and the same cycles of abuse?! It is important that we stick with this, and continue to build! Punk for us was a vision of growth A movement for change A dream to break free This chance to take part In the larger world And challenge its roles of oppression I was inspired by the bands in this scene Who expressed the concerns of imbalance We've used slogans and images to protest injustice Yet it takes action to back the word (x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!! It is important that we Take these messages as inspiration But it can be a danger to paint some as leaders When they are capable of being opportunists No one is perfect in this struggle And we must learn from our mistakes Yet we have to be critical of those who would Use this for their glory We do this because of an unfailing belief! (x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!! And now, as we have watched this movement develop, Punk has split into two One side values image and profit While we struggle to build something new It is sad to see that some view rebellion As only limited to reactionary action They disrupt our contribution to freedom and liberation Their only goal is to be a pointless sensation! (x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!! It is an inspiration to see that anarcho-punks in Mexico are working with the Zapatistas. Publications like Profane Existence have been promoting an international punk movement. We are even moving beyond this subculture to work within a larger society and commit ourselves to multicultural organizing, connecting ourselves to other subcultures of rebellion, and promoting the concepts of mutual aid, solidarity and revolution.

Lyrics from the EP

I am the abandoned spawn of invention, suckling at the breast of technology. In a corporate science fiction sumulacrum, my heritage has been evaporated into a mist I cannot grasp. I am crashing the winshield of reality into the abyss of existencial abandon and political delirium. I see in my video eyes, undocumented souls in a countdown for state execution. I, the reflection of what you want to see in me, the target of your premeditated violence, the model token, the educated alien, The victim of your forked tongue, crucifying demon stretching out my limbs to touch the edge of a world filled with underground racism and political hatred. My life has no redemption value for your bigotry. You filthify my existence by making me the axis for your woes. We, the raw genetic mutation of global assimilation, surviving the ideological chlorine of a brainwash. We, the catalist, the synthesizers, refusing to isolate our brains from our souls, our hearts, from our genitals, our dreams from the worlds. We resist fragmentation, deconstruction, alienation. We the burning montage of memories and dreams living in a cold shadows, shuffling along the crust of civilization. We have below zero identities, in an apocalyric countdown. We mutate, we change, we transform, breathe in and out. Resincarnating from womb to womb, shape by the forces of life, we blink between centuries, photocopying ourselves. Our presense is an illusion of our sense swimming against the collective stream of conciousness. ASSIMILATION Welcome to Amerikkka a land contaminated by the brainwashed masses a land based on white skinned privilege. Cultural genocide, killing ourselves slowly, not knowing who we are inside. Ashamed to speak our native tongue, stripping ourselves of our birth given name. And now the reflection in the mirror no longer looks the same, slowly we change, conform, assimilate. Our culture, history that was once so beautiful, is now replaced with self-hatred. To abandon your culture and absorb an existing cultue is assimilation; it is form of cultural genocide it is process that produces an identity that is shallow, materialistic, unrooted and weak where the practicing of traditions and heritage are lost lost and hidden away deep in your soul Where one becomes eager to re-identify identity with an existing dominant culture a culture that is based on the bill and red, white, and blue where one becomes reluctant and embarrassed to speak their ancestral language is assimilation to be ashamed of the way you look; to alter your features is assimilation So welcome to Amerikkka a land filled with shallow, materialistic, unrooted and weak that have abandoned all that their ancestors have struggle for, died for and have been massacred for a melting pot of a product brainwashed and shrink-wrapped bar-coded and ready for the new millenium Changing your name to an Amerkkinan name is assimilation to deny who you are and where you come from is assimilation to be ashamed of the way you look, and to alter your feature is assimilation!