Story Behind the Song
Recorded 1/26/03 by Mike Hill at Atomic Studios in New York City.
Lyrics
Sunlight breaks through, as salt from sweat burns the senses. Sharing songs that threaten homeland interests. The greed machine moves forward, watched with horror, watched with pride. To hear the motor is so deafening. The sound will cause your ears to bleed. This comfort feeds off massacre, from wage to slave to weary broken bodies. Hope is more than treason, while this trend of fear and ignorance Is nurtured by the desperate. Home sent hearts believing borders to be divine. A hand full of wasted shells, placed atop fine linens and silks. Close your eyes and feel the warmth of composite, steel and lead utilized. The night will be mine!!
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