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December

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1917 (lyric version)

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- January 23, 2006-

Hey fuckers. This is probably going to be my last update. For all intents and purposes this site is done. I completed most of the updates I wanted to in six months of intense labor. The code has all been updated for the most part and I fixed a lot of the graphics and developed some fucking awesome backgrounds. At this point the only thing I can do to improve shit around here is learn CSS coding and pay for a real site instead of letting geocities consistently ruin this one. I haven’t got the fucking time or patience to devote to learning all the new gay computer geek shit that’s supposedly changing the face of the internet. It all seems like bullshit to me. HTML was simple and efficient and made sense. I can’t even begin to understand or care about this new shit that makes what was previously one line of code into 20 different kinds of fucking codes. I’m not getting paid for this and I have better things to do. On my second point, Geocities has fucking raped this site for all it’s worth by throwing up ad banners that take up half my page and limiting my bandwidth to the point where the site is down every single time I check it. To that end, I’m mirroring this site in Angelfire and updating all the links so they will lead there. That will break up some of the bandwidth and allow my backgrounds to stay and serve as my final fuck you to geocities. I was going to pay for a domain name and private site, but Geocities strong arming me by fucking up the free site I’ve had for years doesn’t exactly give me a warm and fuzzy feeling about giving them my money to get their shit off my page. I never wanted a pay site. Like I said in my last update, when I started this page seven years ago the point was just to get a free site to make fun of shit and talk about drinking and death metal. I was 21 then, in college with no responsibilities, drinking heavily and going to shows every weekend. I’m 29 now, have a full time job and a kid and a lot of fucking bills. The last thing I’m interested in doing is adding a perpetual expense to my budget as protection money so Geocities doesn’t shut this site down. And honestly I could fucking care less. I don’t have the time to write reviews or update as much anymore and most of what I have to say has already been posted. I might do some updates to Lyrical Warfare because I just started that page and there’s only a couple of reviews so far. The rest of the site is more or less done though and I don’t feel the need to keep updating just for the sake of updating. For anyone still interested in any of this shit, I have a profile and some additional info, possibly a blog, started at www.myspace.com/fallenempire2000. I’ll also be spending some time with my industrial death metal project 20 Days Of Darkness. Look for the name because it’s gonna be bigger than the Beatles. We’ll all be fucking supermodels, shooting up, and blowing rails off of platinum CDs a year from now. I just downloaded like $10,000 worth of mixing boards, and synth, guitar, and drum effect programs for free. Limewire bitches. There might be a site at MP3.com once we get some fucking songs written. So that’s basically it for this site. It was fun for a while. Remember don’t trust the government, the far right are an exciting mixture of incompetent religious freaks and truly dangerous people, and the far left are a bunch of shrill, whiny, hypocritical bitches who would be just as dangerous if they were in power. Choose your own path in life. And that bullshit that clear channel plays is not fucking metal. I’ll leave you with my final reviews for 2006. Acid Bath is and always will be the coolest fucking band that ever existed. They only released two albums so it would be pretty hard for you to fuck this up. Go and buy both of those CDs, drop a couple tabs and put that shit on repeat for about ten hours. You can thank me later. For people who still listen to the radio, pay attention because Tool is the most important mainstream band playing today and Maynard's been holed up somewhere for months working on a new album. Anything they release is going to be the best album of 2006. All That Remains is the best band playing in the underground right now, they are truly talented and would be huge if anyone had the balls to play real metal on the radio, take my word and buy anything they put out because it's going to slay these other poser commercial metal bands. Pink Floyd and Black Sabbath are the most important bands ever to exist, you should already own everything they put out even that weak shit when it was only Tony Iommi in the band or when David Gilmour was trying to sound like Dire Straits. That shit is better than 90% of the records you will ever buy. Throw out your Slipknot and Staind albums and pick up as many Mercyful Fate and King Diamond records as you can find and listen to that shit over and over. Homeboy’s a certified member of the church of satan, has a four octave vocal range, still rocks the corpsepaint, and has been doing the same shit for 25 years regardless of trends. That’s fucking metal. Later bitches.






1917



fallen empire ruined, fear in your eyes
kneel before your gods, destitute inside your mind
i see the worms are coming
i see the fall of man
under a black night pray for your salvation
as you await the end
pray for darkness to cover the fear in your eyes
sleep won't come tonight
the bombing like rain
claps of thunder and stark gray death
rest now, tomorrow may not come
over the top charge the trench
jericho falls
the worms have found the center
the heart of it all
there is no turning back
generals move the lines upon the map
the dirt is shallow here
the ocean bleeds eternal
the shadow of a dark god is projected before the core of your understanding
feel your own iniquity and rejoice in disgust
fall the seasons are bleak
we are one, we live and die as one
attack them they are our enemy
the words resonate your mind
the chill of winter and mud freezes to your bone
and we dance upon the moonlit shore
at midnight the end
flames touch the horizon
its coming soon
take refuge in the shadows they are your closest companion
the dust settles and the smoke clears
and we mock the name of what stood before
only to be once again consumed
consumed by our own iniquity
our ignorance is weakness
and they can see fear
conquest in the name of your gods
and the lines shift 50 feet from center
with a few thousand ordinary lives
for god and country
the battle cry of freedom
defend the honor of your master
to the last man
and the field is sown
with the cries of those who marched before
the dirt is stained
my heart it bleeds



Schizopsyhosis



Conformity is the essence of civilization
Prozac has made me a better drone
I was never one of the cool kids
I am 6655321
the clock is turning orange
I am indifferent to myself
I talk to shadows
I scrape the chamber of my thoughts
The resin is black
Scorcese was my conscience
I need release from myself
Who understands this pain
only Travis
she's cold and distant
i love her still
My eyes are blinded
from staring at the sun
the ocean is bleeding
the Earth is on fire
and my brain is only numb
The electric eye is watching
Orwell was a prophet
wake up it's 1984
the thought police are coming
and they're kicking in your door
fuck the the man made machine
and the plastic planet
www.666
Anarchy is an art form
rebellion is pure
Marx was right
Freud was wrong
Yoda was a wise man
I am sober but
the room is spinning
I laugh at you all
I've fallen and i can't get up
I throw my skull against the wall of my repression
and smoke the shattered fragments
I trip for days
God is alone
There is no reason
but the law of chaos
and i am in love with the night
In our thoughts we are immortal
in our dreams we are alive
There is no higher meaning
and i am insane
The only truth is the lack of truth
i know only that i know nothing
Descartes, Thoreau
Jean Jacques Rousseau
The words of the prophets
were written in blood
all my heros let me down
Our pretensions of relevance and meaning
are but so many fragile illusions
which crumble in the face
of the utter indifference of a blind idiot god
Papa Smurf was a communist
Al Roker is a conformist
Good morning America
how are you
Where are you Travis?
we need you
freedom is a cliche
and its growing old
just like me



December



i am drunk with envy
consumed by illusion
i sleep until sunset
and mourning brings no peace
where is resolution?
how shall we fill the empty spaces?
when there is nothing i can say
the bottle is half empty
look into my eyes
tell me if you see god
i dream in color
i dream in visions
i dream of a girl
like a december sunset
cold and distant
beautiful and sad
a liar and a whore
i still dream of her
in lucid nightmare bliss
heaven and hell
peace without resolution?
no light shall shine upon this day
ambition dies every morning
i remember vera lynn
what has become of you?
i only wish that you
could feel the way i do
this cold december night
quoth the manic, nevermore
i find nothing
of what might have been
still i dream
with eyes wide awake
staring into the dark december night
remembering



Freedom



memorial day 1937
rubber hoses and gas pipes
dispersed the crowd of starving veterans
wounded knee closed the frontier
human progress and manifest destiny
sacco and venzetti
guilt by association
punishable by excecution
leonard peltier
the chicago 8
haymarket square
martyrs for a better america?
eugene victor debs
john locke
george orwell
howard zinn
upton sinclair
dalton trumbo
henry david thoreau
prophets of the new world order?
the phillipines
hawaii
nicoragua
operation phoenix
napalm death
murder/suicide
silence bought with a bullet
Liquidate
Consolidate
Annihalate
Subversive
attack the radical
covert operations
plausible deniablity
national interest
corporate america
CIA/FBI/NSC
wave the flag
big brother is watching
they lied to you
all my heroes let me down



1917 (Lyric Version)



barbed wire glows in mortar blasts
trembling in fear
sleep won't come tonight
there are no heroes here

i see the worms are coming
i see the fall of man
just another battle lost
into another master plan

the worms have found the center
jericho falls
stand your ground as death comes down
the heart of it all

mortars fall like rain
claps of thunder stark gray death
no rest now along the line
over top charge the trench

there is no turning back
move the lines upon the map
the dirt is shallow here
the ocean bleeds eternal

conquest in the name of your gods
patriotic sacrifice
and the lines shift 50 feet from center
with a few thousand ordinary lives

fall brings cold and chaos
seasons dark and bleak
bodies fill the no mans land
for the fortunes masters seek

the chill of winter
mud freezes to your bone
survive another day to kill
no one's ever going home

shrapnel falls upon the line
another failed attack
a hundred twelve lay dead and dying
pushed the reserves back

flames touch the horizon
blood soaks the ground
as you choke to death on poison gas
another king is crowned

and the field is sown
with the cries of those who marched before
for 6000 blood soaked years
in a hundred thousand fucking wars

the dirt is stained
my heart it bleeds



Bipolar



hell is a cold dark place
shadows crawl
killers in the night
I worship the ground
and curse the sky
the pressure is building
demons are rising
scraping the dust from old scars
dark sky draped over the stars
bleeding enough to cause torment
there will be no repentance
I am your savior
I am your god
Cast your eyes upon the face of retribution
And suffer with thorns
The scars of a thousand sins
the winter has no end
I am messiah
you shall be judged
you will all fall down



The Chaos Principle



swept away and forgotten
working my last restraint
with the fury of forced excess
compulsion drives addiction
you must lose yourself to see god
I want desperately to believe in anything
to prove my conviction to something
the world moves around me in slow motion
Hanging on every moment
Looking for meaning
and retracing the steps
of paths long since not taken
the seconds that seal our fate forever
the power and the glory
the sin and the sacrament
the blood and the fury
echoing past chaos
these are the moments we are truly alive
the keys to the kingdom lie buried
along the path of least resistance
in the silent numbness of conformity
I see all the happy people
they don't know they're dead



Leviticus



Pacing in a dark room
The restless have finally awaken
cold steel and dark nights
engineering the destruction and renewal
I have seen god
I have seen death
The beauty of cleansing rain
Washing away the imperfection
of a flawed existence
becoming pure through vengeance
awakening the apocalypse
and bringing forth salvation
I have become wrath
Kneel and receive sacrament
The rain is coming



Control Alt Delete



the end is just a word
there never was a beginning
only what was here before
the walls are stained clinical white
a reflection of dull minds
enslaved by the process
the master is in the machine
counting numbers in place of people
bar codes and paragraphs
www.666
as I watch the cogs slip into place
I watch the sky fuck the earth
And dream of the end










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1917 - Over The Top, WWI Combat Photo - Artist Unknown

Schizopsychosis - Alex And Travis - Cut and pasted by me

December - Jack Nicholson, The Shining

Freedom - Artwork by myself (featuring Kieth Morris of the Circle Jerks)

Bipolar - Screenshot from The Shining

The Chaos Principle - The Mountain - Gustave Dore woodcut from Dante's The Divine Comedy

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