JESUS CORPSE D​.​N​.​R. = LIVE IN SPANISH HARLEM

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released January 30, 2011

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ICONICIDE New York, New York

ICONICIDE are a NYC based band whose sound has ranged from sludgy political dirges to blazing fast thrash, from toe tapping street punk to a lethal mix of dub reggae and death metal. Underlying it all has been what spurred frontman Chris (the Antimessiah) to start the band back in 1988: the stripped down, no nonsense, rip out your guts sound of Early 80s New York Hardcore. ... more

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Track Name: NAME YOUR PRICE
TIME HAS COME FOR YOU TO SELL OUT
SELLOUT TIME IS HERE
TIME FOR YOU TO COMMIT SUICIDE
TO FURTHER YOUR CAREER
AT FIRST IT MAY SEEM ABHORRENT
YOU'RE TORN IN TWO BY STRIFE
BUT ONCE YOU'VE TAKEN THAT FATAL PLUNGE
IT BECOMES A WAY OF LIFE

NAME YOUR PRICE
FOR THE PRICE MUST BE PAID
NAME YOUR PRICE
NAME YOUR PRICE
SIGN YOUR LIFE AWAY

WOULD YOU DO IT FOR MONEY
AFTER THEY'VE TOLD YOU THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERED
WOULD YOU DO IT FOR HOPE
AFTER YOUR DREAMS HAVE ALL BEEN SHATTERED
WOULD YOU DO IT FOR SHELTER
AFTER THEY'VE THROWN YOU OUT IN THE COLD
WOULD YOU DO IT FOR SALVATION
AFTER THEY'VE TAKEN AWAY YOUR SOUL

NAME YOUR PRICE
FOR THE PRICE HAS TO BE PAID
NAME YOUR PRICE
NAME YOUR PRICE
SIGN YOUR LIFE AWAY

YOU SAY YOU WOULDN'T DO IT FOR MURDER
BUT YOU'VE DONE IT ALL BEFORE
YOU'VE DONE IT FOR BRUTALITY AND RAPE
RACISM AND WAR

DID YOU DO IT FOR
HITLER, STALIN, POL POT, LENIN,
DUVALIER, REAGAN, NORIEGA, BEGIN
THATCHER, BOTHA, SHAMIR, EISENHOWER,
JESUS, RAMA, SATAN, BUDDHA

IF YOU DIDN’T, IT DOESN’T MATTER
YOU DO IT EVERY DAY
SO SIGN YOUR PAYCHECK ON THE DOTTED LINE
AND SIGN YOUR LIFE AWAY
Track Name: HIGHER FORMS OF MURDER
Life is for the living, but death is for them too
Higher Forms of Murder, better things to do
Slaughtering the innocent, for peace we’re waging war
Nothing less than the whole wide world is what we’re fighting for

Chemical Warfare........Every night and day
Chemical Warfare........Millions die that way
Chemical Warfare........Empty buildings stand
Chemical Warfare........All across the land

Pedestrians collapse coughing, people drop like flies
Very swift yet painfully the population dies
Wait til poison dissipates, armies moving in
Building up the rubble, Evil it did win

Chemical Warfare........Mangled bodies rot
Chemical Warfare........Cremating the lot
Chemical Warfare........The Capitol they’ll seize
Chemical Warfare........Defeated us with ease

Now that they’ve got the USA they’ll build the new Fourth Reich
Wipe out third world countries, murder who they like
Land of Paranoia don’t fear anymore
They found what they needed, they won the Third World War

Chemical Warfare........Waited O so long
Chemical Warfare........Now they’ll sing their song
Chemical Warfare........This is their great day
Chemical Warfare........Now they have their way
Track Name: VOLUNTARY HUMAN EXTINCTION MOVEMENT
Fuck this stupid fuckin shit
This world is ours and this is it
We’ve overrun the sea and land
Our neverending master plan
Eleven billion empty souls
Are breeding way out of control
Time for Violent Retribution
Human Extinction: The Only Solution

More people always means less freedom
How the fuck you gonna feed ‘em
Livestock eating all our grain
While billions starve on desert plains
Cannibalism, Soylent Green
Becoming less and less obscene
Time for Violent Retribution
Human Extinction: The Only Solution

Cities choking out the Sky
Forests Wither out and Die
Man, the King of All He Sees
Bringing Nature to its Knees
Countless corpses slick with oil
Bring the Oceans to a boil
Time for Violent Retribution
Human Extinction: The Only Solution

The Story’s over, this is the End
Never shall we rise again
We’ve tamed the Earth, made it our slave
Now we share a common grave
Destroyed it all, now it’s our turn
Time to Die, Time to Burn
Time for violent retribution
Human Extinction: The Only Solution
Track Name: BOUT FUCKING TIME
Well I’m about to kill myself
Gonna jump right off the shelf
I’m about to blow myself sky high
Get me some of them concrete socks
Throw myself on the jagged rocks
Wouldn’t you like to see me try

CHORUS: Well it’s Bout Fucking Time
Bout Fucking Time
Bout Fucking Time…ah, yeah

Well I’m about to quit my job
Tired of slaving like a fucking slob
Ain’t fucking done a thing for me
Well I’m about to kill my boss
No I don’t fucking give a toss
Gonna string him up from the highest tree

CHORUS

Well I’m about to leave my wife
Been walking on the edge of a knife
I’ve stomped that eggshell to smithereens
Well I’m about to blow this town
Fuck it all, gonna burn it down
Gonna take that slate, gonna wipe it clean

CHORUS

So you say you’re down and you’re out of luck
Well I don’t really give a fuck
Ain’t gonna listen anymore
Yea you talk a good fight, who gives a shit
Bout Fucking Time you got on with it
Fuck all the trumpets, bring on the War…Come On!!

CHORUS

Bout Fucking Time
Bout Fucking Time
Bout Fucking Time…COME ON!!
Track Name: MATTER OF FACT
The fire that burns inside you seeks to eat away at your veins (lifeline)
Waiting for the moment when the storm will strike again (this time)
Intense burst of anger levels everything around (blitzkrieg)
Friends and enemies alike are driven to the ground (you need)

Time to relax, you need some space
Matter of Fact, you have to face that
Something deep inside that rips control away from you (insane)
Suppressing all logic and you know just what to do (your brain)
“Just leave me alone, I need some time to get away” (you’re through)
Beating at the wall but you repair it every day (what do)

You think of when you’re like that
Your anger rules all, Matter of Fact, you

Try to plot your motives, just what keeps you ticking when (you burst)
Fueled by self oppression, the real you is on hold then (who’s first)
The ones who are the closest, the ones that you like the best (knocked down)
You’re not so safe to be around, don’t know when you’ll go next (you’ve found)

All your life you’ve lived a lie
See it all but don’t know why, and

As this keeps on going on you become more violent (once more)
Now no one is safe from your widespread torment (you saw)
People living their lives offering you no pity (why not)
Bawling, “They’ve got riches, why were they denied of me?” (you’ve got)

Chip on your shoulder, nose in the air
Matter of Fact, why should you care what

Happens to you, yea sure, you’ve still got your pride (big deal)
Depression haunts you and you contemplate suicide (you feel)
Someone has been using you all your life (downhill)
Someone else is responsible for your strife (but still)

Life begins to pass you by
Sunk so low you hardly try to

Defend what you’re thinking, you don’t know just what you think (unsure)
Matter of Fact I don’t know just how deep you will sink (blood spoor)
Seven Turns, a hangman’s noose, a lengthy suicide note (explain)
All the anguish you feel, then tear up what you just wrote (it’s plain)

No ambission, nowhere to run
Russian Roulette with an empty gun, when

You die no one will miss you, they are sure to forget (your hate)
Those who you think care about you ask, “Aren’t you dead yet?” (too late)
Nothing left to live for, you’ve got no ambission (step one)
Slit your wrist, a razor blade, completed your mission (it’s done)
MATTER OF FACT!
Track Name: SYSTEM'S ON FIRE
They razed the forests to the ground
The E.P.A. didn’t make a sound
Tree spikers working for Earth First!
But the atmosphere keeps getting worse
Towering smokestacks, make them fall
Another brick knocked from the wall

CHORUS: The system (the System) the system’s on fire
But we don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn
The system (the System) it’s on fire
But we don’t want no water, let it burn, yo

Science killing for humankind
Tear out your brain and rob you blind
Try to help them, begging “Please!
“Mutilation can’t cure disease!”
But they won’t listen to common sense
Sabotage is the best defense

CHORUS

…BURN…

Preachers pocket wages of sin
Dig your own grave, throw yourself in
One god or another it’s all the same
They win, you lose, name of the game
Smash each bloody holy cross
ICONICIDE, no fucking loss

CHORUS

Abolish terrorists of the State
Eye for an Eye, hate bred from hate
The chains run deeper on both sides
You’ve been programmed to run and hide
And freedom is a costly lie
Until I see the System die

CHORUS

BURN, BURN, BURN, BURN..
LET IT BURN
Track Name: SUNRISE
Hear them cry as they run from shelter
“Three cheers for the rising sun”
Down below as billions swelter
No, you’re not the only one

Far away from the world of nighttime
Farther than the eye can spy
Tellus looms ever closer
To the fire in the sky

Watch them burn as they slumber
Grateful for a quick release
As the world hurtles towards madness
Maybe now they will find peace

At long last Conflagration
Watch as the Cities burn
Millions pray for the falling Darkness
Now the Earth has ceased to turn

From on High comes the Order
To the Hand that wields the Gun
Fight til death as you guard the border
To the Land of the Setting Sun

War has breached the boiling seas
Underneath the burning skies
Pregnant with a vast disease
Earthbound Suns begin to rise

Staring mutely down from space
Other minds might think it odd
How a World so far from Grace
Could come to meet their God
Track Name: FUCK IT
Every goddamn fucking day
I’m pushed another step away
Try to find normality
Fuck It, can’t they let me be
Row of fucking smiling faces
Crush them to the ground
Shitheads think they’ve seen it all
When so much shit’s around
Thank you sir, and may I say
You’re looking really fucked today
Shove your system – you know where
Stupid fucks, you think I care
Burn your bible, shred your flag
Show how much I care
If this hellhole’s your paradise
Rather be anywhere
I’ll see you dead, that’s not a bluff
Of your shit I’ve had enough
Screwed me up, but now I’m through
Fucked me over, now Fuck You
Kissing up, they don’t deserve it
We’ve done all the work
Punch a clock until you’re dead
Slaving for a fucking jerk
Endless toil to stay ahead
Sixty-five, better off dead
We need something to live for
Fuck It boys, let’s go to war
Elected gods on Capitol Hill
Forcefeed the public shit
Pursue at length the war effort and
Raise the deficit
Millions starve and hundreds care
Self blinding , they can’t see where
Politicians playing roles
Fuckers that can’t find the holes
Got to get to outer space and
Fill it up with junk
You think Techshit’s a good idea
You call yourself a punk
Turn an enemy to a friend
Help us to avert the End
If you just sit on your ass
That fucking rest will be your last
Listen to me, do as I say
If you don’t want to die
Build a system built on Love
And know the reason Why!
Track Name: BENEDICTION/MALEDICTION
Every week in Sunday School
You learn to be a holy fool
Church an empty ritual
Submission is habitual

CHORUS: Benediction/Malediction
Greatest Story ever told, is it
Fact or fiction

Dress up in your Sunday best
Perfect just like all the rest
Kneel and stand when the others do
Sing in the choir til your face turns blue

CHORUS

Kindly father please take my hand
Take me away to the promised land
Take me underneath your frock
Bend my knees and suck your…1, 2, 3, 4!!

CHORUS

Follow every sacrament
To your own mind’s detriment
Now you are their mindless slave
When O when will you be saved?
Track Name: WORLDSEND
Die with a rebel yell
Generals feed the slaughter
Send the whole world to hell
No it can't get much hotter

THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS
THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS


Penny for paradise
Selling your soul for nothing
Kiss for your enemy
Stab in the back for your friend

THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS
THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS


Blessed Oblivion
Everything gone forever
When will salvation come
Smile as they scream out, "NEVER!"

THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS
THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS
Track Name: WORKERS OF THE WORLD = FUCK OFF!!
YOU PUNCH A TIMECLOCK EVERY DAY
TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE
BUT YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER SLAVE
WHO'S DEAD FROM 9 TO 5
WORKING FOR THE WEEKEND
RACKING UP THAT OVERTIME
YOUR PAYCHECK IS YOUR SENTENCE
BECAUSE WORK'S A FUCKING CRIME

CHORUS

WORKERS OF THE WORLD - FUCK OFF!
WORKERS OF THE WORLD - FUCK OFF!
WORKERS OF THE WORLD - FUCK OFF!

HALF OUR NATION'S INDUSTRY
IS BUILT BY SHACKLED HANDS
THE OTHER HALF ARE WILLING PAWNS
TO ALL OF THEIR DEMANDS
THE GROSS NATIONAL PRODUCT
IT'LL NEVER TRICKLE DOWN
YOU MAY BANKROLL THE KINGDOM
BUT YOU'LL NEVER TOUCH THE CROWN

CHORUS

YOUR COMPANY IS DACHAU
AND YOUR BOSS A STURMBANFUHRER
THE OVEN'S YOUR RETIREMENT
FOREVER GROWING NEARER
SO WAVE YOUR UNION BANNERS BOYS
IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME
IT'S JUST LIKE ADOLPH HITLER SAID
WORK WILL SET YOU FREE

CHORUS
Track Name: CODE OF THE STREETS
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step
It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son
So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip
Get a dent puller, screwdriver, and be out quick
With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
We can bag us a benz and an audi, too
Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo
Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so
It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping
They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open
To do anything, anywhere, anyplace
Buckwild in another court case
It's the code of the streets

They might say we're a menace to society
But at the same time I say "why is it me?
Am I the target, for destruction?
What about the system, and total corruption?
I can't work at no fast-food joint
I got some talent, so don't you get my point?
I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot
Selling d-r-u-g-esses and clocking dollars, troop
Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine
I gotta have it so I can leave behind
The mad poverty, never having always needing
If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding
I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts
And while I'm selling, here's a flash report
Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show?
You gotta be a pro, do what you know
When you're dealing with the code of the streets

Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be wielding
Got the Tec One dealing, let me express my feelings
Guru has never been one to play a big shot
It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot
And fuck turning my back to the street scene
It gives me energy, so imma keep things
Coming, just to get what I'm selling
Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon
So keep abreast to the gangstarr conquest
Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect
I've never been afraid to let loose my speech
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets