The Code Is Red… Long Live the Code

Rant long and loud Repeat 'til you're blue in the face Ever get the feeling you're always on a losing streak? Their silence is deafening From the havens of thieves and kings Empower those who serve to deflect suspicious minds Action and answers as likely as a reversal of time Their silence is deafening From the retreats of tamed apologists Their disdain is crippling For those whose crises they have fixed I am your 'untermensch' - a trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off Yet when it's you who's in their debt The strong-arm brings you to your knees So much for 'progressive authority' A trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off Power to the powerless - well, where? Screaming at the wall to make more sense... ...I melt back into indifference The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Right you are! Waster and takers, leprous delinquents All for not reaching your lofty standards A tedious high view for all occasions Right you are! Moral fiber spews from every crevice Chattering class convert cleanses the masses Conscience is clean while the (great) Unwashed stay dirty Right you are! Go cut out your treacherous tongue! Go cut out your treacherous tongue!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

...And so it comes to pass With a shrug of the shoulders A washing of the hands It was war through lies on demand Work to live to fund their egos With bombs and shaky claims Make the cowboy killer's day Take one life and yours will cease He'll take thousands (in the) name of 'peace' Cowboy killer Selective memory and distorted words The methods of the untouchable Struts away and dusts off his gun To cast more net on his 'axis of evil' Make the cowboy killer's day Prays on all your lethargy Knows you'll turn the other cheek Cowboy killer

The code is red... long live the code Lighting the way to a panic mode Switched up to Switched up to subdue when the masses switch off The code is red... long live the code Whip up a storm and they'll play along Barricades built Barricades built to deter fictional threats Dissected, observed Under an all-seeing microscope Dissected, observed Be the perfect specimens Lighting the way Lighting the way, subjugate, illuminate It's ego and worse It brings us to 'zero tolerance' It's ego and worse To suffocate diversity And decree it an aggressive disease There will always come a threat Once the plebs step out of line A fabricated perpetrator biding his time They'll take us up to fever pitch And watch intolerance spread And you'll be none the wiser with a paranoid mindset The code is red... long live the code The code is red...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Excuses, excuses Fabrications, smokescreens Manacles - no recourse Fabrications, smokescreens Lower than the lowest Lower than the lowest Lower than the lowest Maybe, just maybe, this New World Order Is no concept for 'freaks' Straight, true and divine Straight, true and divine Straight, true and divine Maybe, just maybe, plans to rein us in Have broken to the surface Full frontal assault on your choice (Your) choice to spurn the flag Waves of retribution awaiting those who dissent Full frontal assault on your choice (Your) choice to spurn the flag Waves of retribution awaiting those who dissent Patriot - yes, it's an act Fabrications, smokescreens Speak when spoken to Speak when spoken to Speak when spoken to Maybe, just maybe, you're an obstruction Blocking their assets

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

A farce - so sincere A farce - so austere A farce - heartfelt pleas A farce - shock and awe to force a retreat Ten thousand corpses in the wake of his whims Count many thousands more on the way to obedience Duty - to uphold Duty - to make bold Duty - purity so skewed Duty - break out the arms, don't spare the rod Ten thousand corpses in the wake of his whims Waves and flashes smiles, with the gall of an unmarked man Instruments of persuasion Instruments of persuasion Instruments of persuasion Rallying calls to the willfully blinkered Hands on the heart and heads in the sand Instruments, instruments of persuasion Instruments, instruments of persuasion Stand shoulder-to-shoulder and win the bonanza A sweetener from death to get back in the good books Instruments, instruments of persuasion Instruments, instruments of persuasion Ten thousand corpses in the wake of his whims Count many thousands more on the way to obedience Ten thousand corpses in the wake of his whims Waves and flashes smiles, with the gall of an unmarked man

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

"Napalm Death. The Great and the Good. Take 23. Maximum distortion" Stinking to the bowels of high heaven Creeping to the giants of status Guarding protection of interests - not you! Not you or anything that might be misconstrued (as help) Marching through the ashes of conquests Slapping the backs of the empire men Selling our consent in the process - that's you! That is you and everything you'd be reduced to do A pledge is a pledge But only 'til it doesn't suit your friends The art of double-talk Adamant on what you really meant A pledge is a pledge is a pledge is a pledge For lesser, the poorer Pluck out their eyes - they offend 'Dumb' animals can't precede the lucre in barbaric tests Big noise says jump now The chasm is never too high or wide The corporate slow-killer Punished with a lenient smile A pledge is a pledge is a pledge is a pledge The arrogance, the hand in hands of despotic Freaks that defend An oversight where human rights fall at the fence Of 'good trade' Yes man? Always. Drop the high and mighty façade Do the decent thing Consider mouthing one word of truth Blow open the grand scheme Yes man? Always. Yes man? Always. Yes man? Always. Drop the high and mighty façade Do the decent thing Consider mouthing one word of truth Blow open the grand scheme A pledge is a pledge is a pledge is a pledge The man in the bubble smiles - berates the condemned Back to his crusade, fights off more cries of dissent Yes man? Always.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

Crash the pose Put my dickhead in tofu Put Soya sauce, and then you are happy Vegetarian Crash the pose Crash the lie Don't eat this! Don't eat that I don't have to obey you I'm satisfied to eat Crash the pose Crash the lie Eat meat fuck off the vegetarian Crash the pose Posh stupid people, don't say anything Spent much money to buy nature Don't be satisfied Crash the pose Whale and human flesh, if I get hungry I eat them, eat them, eat them

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 08, 2025

Red's the given colour if you resist the will of hate You're a bit part Outliving your worth Where do you stand in the Aryan pecking order? We are "faggots", "Jews" and traitors Because we resist the will to hate Here's supremacy: To rise above paranoia Is it others who're diseased for dismissing your Flawed criteria? You've been sold short to a scam Survival of the fittest? How you seem expendable, vulnerable - a runt Better keep your mouth shut Should they find the quirks in your pureblood Survival of the fittest? How you seem expendable, vulnerable - a runt Better keep your mouth shut Should they find the quirks in your pureblood You've been sold short to a scam You've been sold short, sold short to a scam You can pin all slurs to me But I'll choose humanity You're a bit part Outliving your worth Where do you stand in your precious pecking order? You've been sold short to a scam

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

When I look out of my window The feelgood factor doesn't feel so great and good Minors feed the majors All hail the grey dawn Where hopes dissolve in rainstorms When I stare into the TV There's wealth and health and optimism These grinning clones are way off All hail the grey dawn Where there is no 'ideal home' You're either a have-it-all or a have-not And when you have it all there's a license To spin the line: 'All this could be yours' All hail the grey dawn All hail the grey dawn Because clean lines won't enhance your life When toxic clouds pervade your nine-to-five And leave you twisted, stunted, stumbling All hail the grey dawn All hail the grey dawn For polluted minds contentment only reigns in paradise Yet sombre TV faces tell the plight As deprivation's straddled by designer might All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail It's not who you are - it's what you should have To elevate your reason for being Scrabble around in the bare earth And climb back on the wheel of drudgery All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

In the end it comes down to this: Want, want, want for a blanket of material bliss Can you love it? Does it gleam? Feel it rid the heart of ideals This is a vegetative state It's a vegetative state A vegetative state What your gather - is that all you're worth? Playing catch-up with opulence Want. Want. Want. A get-out clause Away from the dregs Leave the dogs to borrow, steal and beg This is a vegetative state It's a vegetative state A vegetative state I'd like to know who they're fucking kidding When they call this a classless society? I'd like to know why the weight of the law is brought down When desperation knocks you off course? Not in the vegetative state I'd like to know how the high-rolling movers Maneuver around the rules? I'd like to know why 'opportunity for all' Remains a worthless slew of words This is a vegetative state I'd like to know Uncivilized - that's me A mongrel too A bottom-feeder who sees right through This is a vegetative state It's a vegetative state A vegetative state

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Nothing comes to nothing When there's nothing there to give The powers want to strip you clean A charge for every breath A price on skin that we walk in They call this civil liberty They call this civil liberty So-called champions for the poor Tax us against the wall Find it now or forfeit The chance to 'be' in peace A price on skin that we walk in A price on skin that we walk in Grab thin air in one hand A pound of flesh from the other Crushing burden on the shoulders An end to poverty? Only if you pay up first Meet the fee and keep your soul

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

God can take his eyes off me Love is there - it's mine and mine alone God can take his eyes off me Love is there - it's mine and mine alone This soul is strong Our bodies our own To use, explore with no roots in those laws Don't class me as a wayward waste Open your eyes and shake your bondage chains Decreed chastity has no basis Geared to curtail our loving instincts Family fucking values - I've heard it all before Passionless fucking robots - it's how we will function So pledge yourself to you (not forced) Pledge yourself to you No urge to procreate - no crime to stimulate To stem the flow of love - a weary, bygone age So pledge yourself to you (not forced) Pledge yourself to you Family fucking values I've heard it all before Passionless fucking robots It's how we will function God can take his eyes off me Love is there - it's mine and mine alone This soul is strong Our bodies our own To use, explore with no roots in those laws

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

A will to win big Streaked tears of elation Triumph Succeed at all coasts because no one loves a loser No one loves a loser But who shall endure the crippling pain of defeat? With the über-beings gone See the begging bowls of losers No one loves a loser No one loves a loser Urging home the best of the best Golden reward a third world debt That's the trouble: Short-term vision, glitz and pomp Achievement? What achievements? A finishing line where the crippled foot the cost No one loves a loser Souls discarded to build a dream Dust in the lungs of bristling machines Jingoistic Natural order resumed and on show Paymasters demand lavish diversions to sweeten the show No one loves a loser Souls discarded to build a dream Dust in the lungs of bristling machines The victory is fleeting, the endurance long Losers If it's not bombs, it's welfare-stripping spoils Of (another kind of) war Losers Souls discarded Souls discarded to build a dream A generation pays, in full for what? Losers A refilling of a pit so bottomless Losers Souls discarded Souls discarded to build a dream Losers

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

What do I have to do for once to make the mark? What do I have to say to register a point? Register a point Overtaken - all desire and no connections I recall these friends in tune Never would they stoop so low And turn on those who built them up Where I'm advised to move It sickens me to think When do I reach the place where I will fall from grace? I will fall from grace Conscientious - to the point where I self-implode I recall these friends in tune Never would they stoop so low And turn on those who built them up Protective - only when I just might get what's due Steal a march on a friend whose work you'd prostitute How quickly you discard those around When usefulness is gone How quickly you discard those around When usefulness is gone Beating sense into you sadly sits well However, blows are dull on an empty shell Prostituted Prostituted Prostituted Prostituted

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Odds are stacked with hooks to catch The creeping doubt that strains the cracks Morale - blitzed - morale Culled - morale Morale Invite the plague to hasten the conversion Or piss upon the incorruptible Deny a way in Invite the plague to hasten the conversion Or piss upon the incorruptible Deny a way in Morale - sheared - morale Drained - morale Morale The passage of the scapegoat In acceptance An endgame from a platform A mortal wounding The passage of the scapegoat In acceptance An endgame from a platform A mortal wounding Morale...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?