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Death… Is Just the Beginning, Volume 7
Disc 1
01. Alone
02. What Doesn’t Die
03. Falling
04. Son of Evil
05. Hearts on Fire
06. Madness of Crowds
07. The Human Abstract
08. Vankina
09. Warriors of the World United
10. Mind Machine
11. Twelve Feet Fall
12. I Spit on Your Grave
13. Die on Command
14. Why Are We Here?
15. Asgård
16. Like Father Like Son
Disc 2
01. An Angel’s Funeral
02. Growing Hate
03. Protective Rage
04. Fuck the U. S. A.
05. Life Ending Path
06. No Questions
07. Burn in Hell
08. Rusmtsim
09. Nowhere to Run
10. One by One
11. Drifter
12. Inside the Material Flesh
13. The Will to Kill
14. Stengah
15. Manufacturing Greed
16. Machinery
17. Nunsense
18. Death Race
19. Seasoning the Obese
20. Natural Born Chaos
21. The Empire of the Pleasures of Flesh
Disc 3
01. Star-Maps of the Ancient Cosmographers
02. Suicide Rebellion
03. The Fallen
04. Flesh and the Power It Holds (live)
05. Mind Explosion
06. Payback
07. Open the Gates
08. Satans Generation
09. Taint of Shame
10. Cryin’ Clouds
11. Inner Sanctum
12. The Stain Remains
13. The Headless Horsemen
14. 18th Century Hellfire
15. Truth
16. The Bounty Hunter
17. Towards the Temples.. / Fall of the Iconoclast
Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes
Wide awake and dead, we consumate the bond, stomach tied in knots
Driving class relations, engines working hard, this mechanism breeds
Contradictions
Bury expectations, nothing's going to last, the tide is turning back
Revocation

They can't control us, there's nothing left
Our thirst for vengeance, your dying breath
It's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields
We're not forgotten, reject this greed machine

Hope is for the hopeless, dreaming for a life as opiates replace human
Passion
Advertise our weakness, colonize our space, feed the appetite as force fed
Gluttons

It's life in dead time, it's self-decay
Their so-called heaven now rots away
It's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields
We're not forgotten, reject this greed machine

With golden eyes our gods will lead us
As labor slaves we work away
Drunk and baited, packaged, processed
This market orgy fucks for pay

Cutting through the lies that bind us
Fist-fucking the status quo
We loot and burn their paradise
Burn

Their planet's just a whorehouse, based on greed and avarice
Demand your life and take it back, their world is dead and drunk on piss
You're a slave if your collar's white, a slave if your collar's blue
Chains locked around your neck, you'll work too hard, you'll work to death

Tides of human flotsam floating, tired and alone
The ones who want to fight are the ones that have no hope
Bury all your trust just like you buried all your dreams
The ends that justified their rule will justify our means