joe wrote:So it's been decided that Arsonist's Prayer is the best hardcore song ever?
-Joe.
yes, best hardcore song at least. it wins for both musicianship and lyrical content.
see for yourself:
http://rs291.rapidshare.com/files/13379 ... n-MCNO.rar
The horror--that we may not live.
We may not live
To see the walls fall from between us
Between us and the world for which these songs cry out.
That the desire--which still lives--to contest, a mark of shame upon certain foreheads.
Will remain an offering unto the dead: illegible, irrelevant.
And we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before our own masters.
To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm love.
So lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risk.
For only a fool--only a fool--would cling to this world as it is.
If I could strike one blow to spite their force, though I might bear one hundred more, I would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crown. And if I had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bullets before I'd sell a single one to wield their power.
So lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to give.
For only, a fool would cling to this world:
Autumn--the leaves fell.
Then the trees
Became Fences and factories
Now winter is coming
Let's put the heat on
...but no fire or ice, their absences suffice.
The nights now will be long and cold, with a silence like you've never known
And you'll shake in it. cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spider's thread
Perhaps you'll stare into that blankness until it peers back into you
And both of you see nothing--and it will wrap you in its spider's thread:
That blessed are the wombs that are barren. Blessed are the branches that bear no fruit. Blessed are the rivers run dry. For we have come to the end of the world
To die
So die--die and become--perish, let go and be done with all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes, fossilized.
If these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than history to burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once again
Then break--break the skin,
Open--open, and reach in
And draw the nerves out taught to play a song upon those tight strings
Such as this world has never heard
Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acid rain
Summer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossoms crimson pain pleasure or death, splendour or rust, flash flood or drought that turns jungles to crust
Those tender caresses for which the skin aches
Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break
The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom of us all
The triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelict dreamers who lost
Silence and space--hungers to be--momentary eternities
The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath
The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths
As the moon moves the sea we could move these mountains
As comets drop to earth, so might empires end
As old suns explode rather than fall to dust
Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must
For if all this world is God's, and man a mere plaything of laws and things
Then why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowed wing?
Anything other than what we have known
Strike the match, take a breath now--the hour has come
To dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to sing:
This is the end of the calendar, the Last Loosening!
Around and inside you, the violence you fear--for or against it, it's already here
It forged the cord that bound you to the ground--it built these walls
LET'S BURN THEM DOWN
"Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats" - H. L. Mencken
