Iconoclastic (2019)

COUNTER JIHAD

Night is black, lit by fire. I am riding to the east. There is vice and there’s desire – in my heart the hidden beast.

Day is lonely, sun is golden, dawn is breaking yet again. Shadows sleep, yet I told ’em: darkness holds the hearts of men.

I will ride to find morning, where no sun is shining through. Iron clouds on skies of mourning, and my heart is born anew.

Burden is a bless’ to carry, for the broken and the free. Death is just another ferry down the river to the sea.

Rise again to war my bishop, rise again from your black tomb. Seal my lips, the fading whisper – death is just another womb.

I will ride to war my bishop – with a power beyond mine – ride upon a steed of iron, ride until the end of time.

ICONOCLASTIC

Rise, my sister in Paris! Rise, my sister in Rome!
Rise, my sister in Berlin! For, my sisters, you’re not alone.

All through the night we have waited – the night of the lie and the truth – dreamed that there will be another dawn, a dawn for the national youth.

You have a rifle, my sister. I will wait by the square, with a gun under my school book, I will wait for you there.

Ten days and ten nights of freedom, we fought the tyranny hard. Blood was running all along the tanks on the boulevard.

Policemen were crushing our children, soldiers were crushing our old, newspapers wrote about everything, but this story they never told.

Sisters, their bullets are ripping apart my flesh and my heart, and I will die for my love for you. I’ll find you wherever you are.

Sisters, oh don’t tell our mother that I will be dying tonight. Tell her I ran for the mountains, and I will return with the light.

For I will be marching beside you – my rifle will sing to your voice, carry my flame and my secret name, carry my will and my choice.

And sisters, oh never stop fighting – show your children the way! Teach them the songs that their people sing, teach them to summon the day!

Tell them a matchstick is burning, and life is a gift and a gun! Tell them to stand up and never bow! Teach them to call back the sun!

THE WHITE EAGLE

My sister was born in Gdynia. My brother was born in Gdánsk. Protected the white eagle banner, stood up in front of the tanks. And red and white was the banner that rose to Heaven at dawn. We prayed to God when the tanks rolled in on feet of murdered unborn.

The only red i’d die for is that on the Polish banner!

An eagle descended from heaven – descended from heaven to earth – united a country divided, a country of death and rebirth. And legends say uhlans were riding across the gray autumn sky, down at the Lenin shipyard, defending the world with our lives.

The only red i’d die for is that on the Polish banner!

My sister was shot by a soldier, she died in my arms and she said: “sister, remember my eyes of joy, the children that i never had.” I carried my sister to Wrocław, to Białystok and Szczecin, I carried my sister to Krakow and I buried her in my dreams.

The only red i’d die for is that on the Polish banner!

My sister was born in Gdynia. My brother was born in Gdánsk. Protected the white eagle banner, stood up in front of the tanks – yeah, stood up in front of the tanks – stood up in front of the tanks.

PASOKIFICATION

I’m a kid of the Y2K generation. I dive into everything without hesitation. My color is many – my imagination, sets the limits for the manifestation of God – my personal interpretation of why we have this indoctrination.

I’m a creature born without creation – born into this new world alienation – denied my right as a child of the nation: knowledge, freedom and explanation, sentenced to this long stagnation – propaganda called education.

I was born to work on this plantation. Is this what we call civilization? Atomized into this fragmentation – from woman into corporation, gridlocked by commercialization, endless waves of globalization.

I will stop this social medication – this linguistic social liquidation, this stand-in-line-and-wait-for-information, this White and Black, Hispanic, Asian – voting for gentrification, tyranny and mass migration.

Oh, we all need Pasokification. Yeah, we all need Pasokification. We cannot live without Pasokification.

BOLSOMITO

There is a jaguar hunting, in the deep lush forest of South America. There is a jaguar ruling, in the deep lush forest of South America.

There is a jaguar watching, in the deep lush forest of South America. There is a jaguar prowling, in the deep lush forest of South America.

There is a jaguar roaring, in the deep lush forest of South America. There is a jaguar ruling, in the deep lush forest of South America.

There is a jaguar killing, in the deep lush forest of South America. There is a jaguar ruling, in the deep lush forest of South America.

SALVINI POP

Italia, Italia, i have a thing for you – Italia, Italia, what you gonna do? See the man is dancing – nobody can stop, everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop.

Everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop, everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop.

Italia, Italia, the sky is red and green – Italia, Italia, the white is in between. See the man is dancing – nobody can stop, everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop.

Everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop, everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop.

Italia, Italia, see the handsome man – Italia, Italia, sweeping cross the land. See the man is dancing – nobody can stop, everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop.

Everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop, everybody’s dancing Salvini Pop.

GODWIN’S LAW

Wakey, wakey, honey!

God is dead and death is Hell, and you are scared of all – got no spine but lots of wine, and man you’re gonna fall. You talk about what Hitler did – oh yeah it was a dread – but seriously the man is gone, and all his friends are dead.

I have heard about that war for 40 years or so. Try another genocide, oh baby let it go! I am sick of hearing you pretend you’re anti-war, while in fact, all what you do is proving Godwin’s law.

1, 2, 3, baby!

Yeah, he killed a lot of people, I don’t question that. But baby, all the Indians huh? They died of heart attack? Who enslaved East Africa and still have slavery? Who drop bombs on Baghdad to “defend democracy?”

It is for “the common good”, yeah, that has worked before. Just own your crime and I’ll be fine, and stop your fucking wars. And if you gotta virtue signal, do it in your shed – just get that fucking world war two obsession off your head.

4, 5, 6, baby!

7, 8, 9, baby!

And what is this? I’m doxxed again, oh this must be a joke! Gonna ban me from the Web, yeah that is really woke. Questioning is hate, oh man, yeah that has worked before – this world is one big battlezone, a neverending war.

For people eat, and people crap, and some are like “ok?” Most of them are ignorant, and some are tryna pray – but you are just pretending to be good, my little fren. Everyone’s an asshole and this asshole counts to ten.

10, bang!

USS DONALD TRUMP

He’s the meanest fish in the big blue sea, he’s the toughest guy in the industry, got the biggest jaws in the ABC: The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!

Under our flag and our mighty keel, the barracuda and the leopard seal agreed to negotiate the deal. The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!

He’s the bite that took the old giant squid down, to the deep sea grave – how profound – to where her carcass can’t be found. The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!

We saw him bite through Neptune’s fork, feast on Kraken’s salty pork, we felt the power, the speed and torque: The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!

And a jellyfish called miss Fay Knoose, and the old Seadonkey Blues, let the propaganda loose. The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!

But the killer whale sent a humble mail to the apex alpha male, setting off a Twitter gale. The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!

And the great white shark sent a colored heart, and a well done tuna á la carte. Oh yeah, it was a work of art: The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!

From the whale to krill they all know the drill, from China, Stockholm to Bougainville: be at the table or on the grill. The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!

The Trump! The Trump! The Trump!