“Your saviour’s my guillotine, crosses and kerosene.”
A lyrical smack, fierce beat, grinding guitar, and that incensed vocal, all demanding change — change everything! — now — right now!
Right now, motherfucker!
“Is all the world jails and churches?”
Burn it down!
Rage against the machine. In the 21st century we are losing our self, our past, losing control of our tools, our meeting spaces, and to rage against the machine is our most human.
“Fuck it. Turn it off.”
Everything we tell ourselves that matters will soon be of little concern, probably forgotten. We won’t even have an agreeable reference for “work” or “health” or even “person.”
“Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god.”
Music won’t change the world, but how it makes you feel, that will.
Rage knew how to make you feel.
Eager to go punch someone then tear it all down.