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The Blood Brothers Lyrics

Those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn
The soldiers look beautiful but there's something eerie about them - their faces are only half formed. They sing songs of violence and death towards their victims.

Slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun
The soldiers chant lyrics filled with blood and violence towards the sun, which is a symbol of hope and freedom from slavery.

Huge gold AK-47!
The guns are not only weapons but also symbols of power and wealth.

C'mon, its 4am kick down the gate and spray your ammo like champagne
Inviting others to join in the violence at all hours and celebrate destruction like it's something glamorous.

Tie up your waterfalls and throw them in the trunk!
Abuse and destroy the beautiful things in life like waterfalls, and carry them around in the trunk of a car as trophies.

In pitch-black basements, starve your summer suns
Performing torture in secret, hidden away from the light and warmth of the sun.

Toast another day of domination
Celebrating the power and control over others that comes with war and destruction.

Toast another day of demolition
Celebrating the destruction of buildings, communities and people.

100 million dollar sound systems squeal your name's pounding rhythms
Using music as a weapon of war and conquest.

You're alone, handcuffed to a picked-clean bone, and your skull echoes...
Feeling isolated, helpless and surrounded by death.

We'll take what the fuck we want!
Complete disregard for anything that belongs to someone else. Taking whatever they want with force.

Pluck your landscapes piece by piece
Destroying the beauty of the environment and stealing natural resources for their own gain.

Songs of your youth beat by beat
Destroying the precious memories and culture of the people they conquer.

Wipe the color from your scenery
Destroying the vibrancy and life from the landscapes and cultures they conquer.

Suck your seasons indefinitely
Taking away the cyclical changes and natural rhythms of the land and its people.

Oh, there's a field inside your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay
The beauty of nature is within the face of the victim, but is quickly taken away by the violent soldiers.

Violins dangling from willow branches
A poetic image of peace and beauty, quickly destroyed by the soldiers.

But the soldiers stripped it from your skin, cracked its ribs in the kitchen
Destroying the beauty of nature and culture in every way possible.

Dressed it in drag and pissed on every inch
Taking the beauty of culture and distorting it until it's unrecognizable, then further disrespecting it.

We march like insects built of wood and wires blowing out cities like birthday candles
Comparing the soldiers to destructive insects that are unfeeling and mindless in their destruction of entire cities.