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Built like a dream out of the past.
Crushing generations with a foggy mass
of seething anger and unhealed wounds.
I can't make this right but don't be confused.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons.
Don't look to me to give the future back.
Don't look to me to rework the past.
I'm only here to bring things to a head.
You can cover your ears, it doesn't change who I am.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons.
I haunt the Chilcotin.
I stalk Palestine.
I fueled Rwanda's worst.
I held Lasagna's hand.
I'm one hundred shades of hunger.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons.
I am resistance. I am your problem.
I'm not leaving and I am your fault.
- Album:
- Failed States
- Supporting Caste
- How To Clean Everything
- Miscellaneous
- I Am a Rifle
- Less Talk, More Rock
- Live From Occupied Territory: An Official Bootleg
- Today’s Empires, Tomorrow’s Ashes
- Live from Occupied Territory
- How To Clean Everything (20th Anniversary Edition)
- How to Clean Everything (Reissue)
- How to Clean Everything (20th Anniversary Reissue)
- Hellraisers Moto XXX 2
- I’d Rather Be Flag Burning
- Where Quantity Is Job #1
- Live
- Where Quantity Is Job No.1
- Less Talk,More Rock
- Duplicate Keys Icaro (An Interim Report)
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 147: Rarities 2012