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Modern Hex

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Que the sighs and moans; this is a legacy in the making. The desperados of a vile church signalling and embracing the end of all ends. If tomorrow never comes this is the soundtrack to your final hours. When the walls close in and everything implodes, this is your fix of reality.

”Modern Hex” is an attention-seeking atom bomb ready to explode through the plasticity of your life. Through every syllable spits conviction, with every dissonant note thought pierces through, with every beat there's nail hammered down. Filtering the sounds of Union Carbide Productions, Flipper and The Jesus Lizard into a cocktail of ugly anthems; it ain't sheet music but the noise emanating from a palpitating sick heart.

Provoking without pretence, ”Modern Hex” begs for more than the emotional- and attention-span of today's hit-and-run youth. This is not to say that the message won't get through because it will.
This is not levers pulled for pulling levers. It's the cross you welcomingly bear with every breath you take.

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released December 14, 2009

Produced by We Live In Trenches and Oskar Karlsson. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Oskar Karlsson at Artisten, Gothenburg, 2009.
Words & music by We Live In Trenches.
Sleeve by RBRT CREATIVE ( www.rbrt.org ).

Players:
Ulf Stöckel - Vocals
Robert Samsonowitz - Guitar
Anna Knutsson - Bass & Vocals
David Augustsson - Drums

Saxophones on ‘After Dark’ by Petter Findin.

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Track Name: White Knuckles
Caught, again and again
Artificial respiration
Farce, sin after sin
Theft from many, profit for a few
Greed, venality
Rewards stupidity
Stocks, ebb and flow
A tiny part of the spectra

Subprime mortgage, motherfuckers

Haze, linguistic games
Advantage for the ones in charge
Crisis, quid pro quo
Good ol’ nepotism
Fucked, continual rape
Trickle-down theory
White, white knuckles
I clench my fucking fist again

Chainmail scandal, free trade my ass
Recession, depression, motherfuckers

Bail out the dead!

White, white knuckles
I clench my fucking fist again
White, white knuckles
I despise the ruling class

People indebted, motherfuckers

Bail out the dead!
Track Name: Vatican Strap
Find yourself superior
Claim the heritage of noble blood
Elevated in the hierarchy
That’s what you said, at least what you believed
Have the urge to humiliate
Subordinated on a leash
Sell your soul for a membership
Clad with the bible, a fucking whitewash

Amen!

In this ghastly masquerade
All disguised, even to the eyes
Face of the tyrants
The blood is dripping, dripping from their mouths
Circulating vultures
Awaits the moment, the moment for a feast
Find yourself superior
Taking advantage for a greater good

Amen!

I will never be a king
But never ever a loser
Come give daddy a kiss
I strap on my boots and dominate

Amen!

I will never be a king
But never ever a loser
Come give daddy a kiss
I strap on my boots and dominate
Track Name: Deported
Welcome to our modern world
Where opportunities lie ahead
Say goodbye to autarchy
Your profile, the perfect match

Give a little, take a little to make ends meet
Spare parts for the wealthy
Body tax the minions

We demand your mutilation
For an offer you can’t refuse
Fulfill your obligations
Sodomized for a higher cause

Give a little, take a little to make ends meet
Spare parts for the wealthy
Body tax the minions

The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Class society, rotten trade
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Predators will hunt you down

Give a little, take a little to make ends meet
Spare parts for the wealthy
Body tax the minions

The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Class society, rotten trade
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Predators will hunt you down

Is this the wealth of nations?
Is this supply based on interest?

The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Class society, rotten trade
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Predators will hunt you down
Track Name: I Owe My Soul
Sound the alarm
hail the daily grind
everyone is fucked
day in day out
can’t escape the real
try to find a shelter
and escape this buzz

all these threads
it’s a fucking web
all these threads
pick one, it’ll make your life
pull a thread
sign up and forever stuck
pull a thread
sign up and forever fucked

i owe my soul

anywhere i turn
i see Nike girls
anywhere i turn
oligopoly
please, please break this circle
this circle of lies
buy yourself a lifestyle
and be set for life

all these threads
it’s a fucking web
all these threads
pick one, it’ll make your life
pull a thread
sign up and forever stuck
pull a thread
sign up and forever fucked
Track Name: Modern Hex
He checked my body
Not shaped to fit his standards
Fed up with ideals
Size zero clothing

I breed their image, reproduce their norm
Corrupted minds, no individual opinion

Break these chains
They nearly suffocate us
Spread like germs
Forced into our homes
Spare us your fucking life deportation
Pollute! Pollute! Pollute!

He checked my shirt, it wasn’t worn out properly
I said ‘it’s new so…’ and he drowned the sound of my voice

I can’t stand high priest punk fashion dogmas
I despise sectarian movements of any kind

Break these chains
They nearly suffocate us
Spread like germs
Forced into our homes
Spare us your fucking life deportation
Pollute! Pollute! Pollute!
Track Name: Black Friday
Another day
Pain, prostration
Escape to endure
Automation

Televised happiness, nothing worth watching

No resurrection
Join the insurrection

Can you see the scars on teenage limbs?

Televised happiness, nothing worth watching

No resurrection
Join the insurrection

Pills, pills, pills, pills…
Western lifestyle, oh my
Track Name: After Dark
It is a fact
Can’t hold it back
Clandestine authorities created this beast
Wrapped in obscurity await the attack

Laisser faire, everyone’s for sale
A free economy, what about us?

Hostility towards you fanned by discontent
Which in turn was designed
By your treatment of our kind

Ephemeral plans, Friedman patterns
Still in fashion

Hide behind constructed lies
Your ideas fit your design
After dark we cut you off

You can’t deny the gap
Redistribute the supply
After dark we cut you off

Petrified masses consume whatever for protection
A faceless threat might strike the domestic hearth

Holistic design, cut with calm precision
Satisfy greed, secure property

Yes I know
We’re responsible for it all
With smoke and mirrors
We were charmed

We gave them mandate, we gave them power
To make decisions

Hide behind constructed lies
Your ideas fit your design
After dark we cut you off

You can’t deny the gap
Redistribute the supply
After dark we cut you off
Track Name: People vs. People
Damned, it’s a conspiracy
All against all
Everyday struggle, with elbows and knuckles
Only for the man

Games, with human lives
Backstabber’s ball
No solidarity, the holy trinity of me myself and I

A raise on the paycheck
It’s a fucking bait to betray coworkers

Wake up!
Get off the trail
Without people you’re nothing

Damned, it’s a conspiracy
All against all
Everyday struggle, with elbows and knuckles
Only for the man

A raise on the paycheck
It’s a fucking bait to betray coworkers

Wake up!
Get off the trail
Without people you’re nothing

We need 12
12 steps

I see the same faces everywhere
So full of emptiness
Aware of their bad behaviour
Defends the CEO

Why?
The boss will never be your friend
Watch your back, watch your back before you get stabbed!
Alienated, bruised and abused
Welcome to your fucking life!

Wake up!
Get off the trail
Without people you’re nothing
Track Name: Male Damage
Boys
Here to conquer, rubbing glands
If I’m not into it, am I not a man?
Boys, warriors
Boys, here to protect
Boys, never change
Boys will be boys

Boys, predators
Boys, competitors
Boys, insecure
Boys, allowed to idiotize

XOXO with a boy
Gut the guts to embrace a guy?

Boys
Here to conquer, rubbing glands
If I’m not into it, am I not a man?
Boys, locate your position
Boys go break the pattern
Boys, step out of it
Go against the grain

XOXO with a boy
Gut the guts to embrace a guy?

Boys
Show your emotions
Burst out crying
Go against the grain