They Make Plans to Poison Us

by UltraMantis Black

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    4-song cassette ep in hand screened/hand stamped 100% PCW recycled chipboard sleeves. Ltd to 100 copies.

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released September 1, 2016

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Track Name: Content to Languish
We rise and we fall we start over again, repeat the cycle. Back down on our knees, we never stop crawling. Making, maintaining, asleep at the switch. Misled and misstep, spoon fed misinformation and never doubting.
Sound of footsteps follow us down the hole, no climbing out. Alarm has been sounded but we can’t heed the calling.
Will we ever wake up?
Or are we forever intent to languish?
The planet is falling down around us.
And we are choking on complacency.
No more sleep.
Awaken.
Track Name: New Paradigm
Not for my health. I’m not saving my life. Kill to consume, what gave us that right. Fuck humane meat and fuck your sustainably farmed.
Time to evolve. Do no more harm. The same tired tropes to excuse the same tired charade. I see through you, I see right through you. My only goal is abolition. How can we be satisfied with anything less? Pushing all the buttons. We keep on pushing. Nothing is ever easy but why should it be? Little victories are still victories. Pulling down on all the switches, until we make every light turn back on. The same tired tropes, to excuse the same tired charade. But I see through them, I see right through them.
Track Name: No Burial
Trap them inside your cage. Try to temper the burn of this candle’s flame. Suppression is only temporary. Jailbreak - the hour is coming. Prepare for war. And we will resist. We’re battle borne. Prepare for war
Track Name: The Final Nail
The casket should have been closed it's far past the time
We did not win the war they are still laughing in our faces
A profitable death trade thriving on extinction
This blood soaked irony is not lost on me
Have we failed the animals?
We're still glamorizing the torture
Flaunting pain and suffering is en vogue
Dissection flatters their vanity
The fur trade is a stain on all of humanity
I won’t allow their struggle to be in vain
Keep the pressure on until it breaks
Pound the final nail.