An angry rant I wrote when I couldn't fall asleep a week ago. Explicit and simple, it's a raw snapshot of my mind reacting to global news and an expression of my worldview and political and moral beliefs.

Lyrics:
This goes out to all the cool dudes in crystal castles on hills
The ones whose logos are on all of our bills
Those with special phone lines and very deep pockets
With appetites for control and launching rockets
You know who you are better than do I,
Pulling strings pushing buttons and destroying lives…

Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck you, you stupid sadistic soulless sons of bitches,
You nightmarish hopeless leeches,
You’re drowning my hands in pools of blood,
And you dare to believe I won’t get fucking mad?

Fuuuck you!!!

This can cost me my career, you may stifle my rights,
But out there is a child who pays you with their life,
Remembering doesn’t help yet it’s all that we can do,
That’s how things work in no small part thanks to you,

Fuuuuuck you!!!

Ozzy used to sing about the destruction of yesteryears,
Yet he remains silent against the war pigs of today,
The just cause you restrict, never pushing enough for peace,
Yet there’s always too much to support the slaughter of kids,
You think you’re so crafty playing your shitty game,
From halfway across the world I see that Joe is afraid,

Fuuuuuck you!!!

You can try to cover your stench by buying up press,
But we know a lot of you fuckers were on good terms with Jeff,
None of you represents me, none of you fill me with pride,
Been looking for my problems inside yet here you fucking are,

Fuuuuuck you!!!

Come on please tell me what kind of dreams does a man have,
Whose waking life mass-produces nightmares,
We can piss in bottles, we can shit in bags,
You will even want us to buy it right back,
And forget the taste, don’t mention the smell,
What hurts is making us complicit to living in hell,

Fuuuuuuuck you!!!

If I had another choice, to stay down and not resist,
I would’ve shut up long ago by cutting up my wrists,
We are the powerless of all colors, faiths and paramours,
Tricked into a civil war between the destitute and the poors,

Fuuuuuck you!!!!

You listen to this and you may wonder - what is he against?
Capitalism, racism, fascism, zionism, or just teenage angst?
So let me take a moment to explain my furious impulse,
Don’t worry - I’ll try to make it extra super simple.

If you’re spending millions to guard your billions - fuck you!
If you don’t care ‘bout children dying in slaughter - fuck you!
If you think people don’t deserve access to water - fuck you!
If you hurt anyone cause of their identity - fuck you!
If you think you have better religion or nationality - fuck you!
If you think we need poverty to punish the weak - fuck you!
If you believe the planet has to accommodate all pleasures you seek - fuuuuuuuck youuuuuuuu!

If you’re okay with how everything works in the world - then perhaps you were born lucky and just happened to live your life privileged with blissful ignorance that never challenged your conscience, which is kind of understandable actually, but if you hear this and you still want to keep your eyes closed - fuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuuu!

Shout out to Zack, Tom, Brad and Tim,
Prophets of my teenage years,
Cause forget about confusion, our epitaph should be rage!

If nothing ever changes, when all is fucked and last bald monkeys boil as the planet dies,
One last message I will have to my brothers in arms,
Remember to wait till you see the whites of their eyes,
Remember to wait till you see the whites of their eyes.

Scream (Fuck You)

Put the sad desperation and the anger from my two previous tracks together and I suppose this is the result. It's a visualization of how I process the grief and sadness from all the pain I witness around me and out in the world - by taking it where I believe it morally belongs. Memento mores - remember morals, everyone, especially in current merry, horrifying times.

Lyrics:
One for each soul be they young or old,
Chased away when trying to escape the cold,
One for everybody lost to crushing pressures,
Depriving the world of their hidden treasures,
A ring for a child who has to grow too soon,
Not ever dreaming of going to the moon,
The ringing echoes with our each heavy step,
The bell tolls as we slowly push ahead.

It rings for people working two jobs overtime,
Their children’s hunger keeping them in line,
For each downtrodden, evicted from their home,
By those whose only role is to own,
For each modern slave, working in prison,
Stripped of their rights for a long-forgotten reason,
And the crazy old woman, begging us to care,
When already too heavy is the weight we have to bear.

Up and up through wounded streets we go, 
Climb billions of steps from the lowest low,
Scale the steep face of the highest mountain, 
To see who is poisoning the Earth’s life fountain.
For whom the bell tolls, for whom we come?
Check your balance, see what you've done,
Wheels of justice are slow to turn, 
But someday the cruel are going to burn, 
Nobody listens to our condemnation, 
Delivered in screams of self-immolation, 
So we march, through bleeding alleys of hell, 
And to you we carry this ringing bell.

We pass a drunk old man, whom family disowned,
Economic hardships cut him to the bone,
A woman in pain denied proper health care,
Fragility of hard-won rights being laid bare,
To the left a town wrecked by corporate disaster,
Vultures tried to buy it up soon thereafter,
On the right famished children who don’t understand,
They’re mining poison and dying by their own hand.

We wanted revolution to be televised, 
Instead we got a live feed from a genocide, 
You want to work us till our final breath, 
And use our labor to fuel suffering and death.
When grief is a luxury and lives are torn, 
And into the funeral pyre infants are born, 
At the very top sit kings blind to the storm, 
Throwing bones into embers just to stay warm, 
The bell keeps on ringing its incessant toll, 
Resonant enough to break any wall, 
You're ordering the wind not to blow, 
And so shall fall your Jericho.

From every river to every sea, 
All people in all nations yearn to be free
In Congo, Haiti, EU, Asia and Sudan, 
Ukraine, Jamaica, the US and Palestine, 
We remember the words of Malcolm X, 
That the price of freedom is always death, 
Yours or ours, if you force us to choose,
Know that those you're facing have nothing to lose.

Kamil Mozel

Popular tracks