Live The Storm

by Disfear

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D-beat defenders Disfear strike back with its long-awaited new full-length Live The Storm. Live The Storm delivers a new-found ferocity and intensity captured by engineer Kurt Ballou (Converge, Coliseum, Doomriders, Animosity).

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released 22 January 2008

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Disfear Sweden

Disfear is a Swedish D-beat band that formed in the early 1990s. They have only recorded sporadically over the years. After releasing the albums Soul Scars in 1995 and Everyday Slaughter in 1997, the group did not release an album until 2003 with a 12 track album, Misanthropic Generation.

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Track Name: Get It Off
We live in a labyrinth, live in a maze
Twisted and broken; worn out, thrown away

We're in search of more time, in search for a meaning
Break my back, you cannot break my hope,

Cause now I just wanna get it off! (get it off)
Get it off my back, (get it off)
I just wanna get it off! (get it off)
Get it off my back,

For 50 long years now my body gave profit
So faithful in service, time heals nothing

Work as your social life, work as your drug
The comfort it offered, was it worth the pain?

Cause now I just wanna get it off! (get it off)
Get it off my back, (get it off)
I just wanna get it off! (get it off)
Get it off my back, now!

Stand up and be counted
Proud in your failure
Stand up and be counted
Now is the time to reclaim
Your life, your time, your rights, your pride
Stand up and be counted [3x]

Cause now I just wanna get it off! (get it off)
Get it off my back, (get it off)
I just wanna get it off! (get it off)
Get it off my back, (get it off)
I just wanna get it off! 6x
Get it off
Track Name: Fiery Father
There's a fire at the horizon
Infernal and divine

Majestic as a sunset
Burning in an orange line

The world will burn hard
In a withering fire

And will come to an end in a funeral pyre

The fiery father will come out of the sky
He shall strike upon us who were born to fry
Out of despair into a mass genocide
Souls swept away by his nuclear tide

A dark wind blows
Over this land of death

Pounding everything
Into a black smoking mess

The fury of flames
Inside our wounds

All that we pray for
Is death to come soon

The fiery father will come out of the sky
He shall strike upon us who were born to fry
Out of despair into a mass suicide
Souls swept away by his nuclear tide

Our gods are dethroned
By a mushroom cloud

Dead but dreaming
Alone in a crowd

Reduced to ashes
Naked and cold

In the not too distant future
I see death itself reload
Track Name: Deadwieght
Propagating, entertaining
Rewriting and censoring
Our history desecrated adjust, adapt, obey
Teachers, media, politicians
And, yeah, your parents as well
Are either bought or just equally fucked

It's a one way communication
A deadweight population
It's a one way communication
I won't conform, no fucking way!

The burnt out, the anorectic
Part of the result
The naive, the so pathetic
And the non-reflecting cult
Ghosts of tomorrow, fear them today
Oh, yeah, fear them today
You better wake up before it's too late

One way communication
A deadweight population
It's a one way communication
I won't conform, no fucking way!
One way communication
A deadweight population
One way
Deadweight
One way
Track Name: The Cage
Dogmas put on podiums
Swallow blind the bait
Prime-time advertised, prostitution
In darkness we hibernate
Depravity will take human form
Let self-destruction be the norm

We will not know the end
We will all be numb by then

Collective destructive behavior
Precise and clean self-mutilation
Soft skin, hardened surgical scars
Methadone addiction
Recreational narcotics
Balanced and controlled
No reflection in the mirror
The cage inside us all

Apathy, the sharpest weapon
A respect built on abuse
So thin, so transparent
Brought up on diet truth
Painted up in weekend bliss
So afraid of what we might miss
Comfort or freedom, you can't have both
Sharpen the knives, go for their throats

Collective destructive behavior
Precise and clean self-mutilation
Soft skin, hardened surgical scars
Methadone addiction
Recreational narcotics
Balanced and controlled
No reflection in the mirror
The cage inside us all

Apathy, the sharpest weapon
A respect built on abuse
So thin, so transparent
Brought up on diet truth
The longer we dwell on in silence
The less that we question ourselves
The next generation, our children
Will have no rights left to protect.

Collective destructive behavior
Precise and clean self-mutilation
Soft skin, hardened surgical scars
Methadone addiction
Recreational narcotics
Balanced and controlled
No reflection in the mirror
Unseen, expendable
The cage inside us all
Track Name: The Furnace
Our cities are but sewers
Where rats in suits stalk their prey
Paper-pushing corporate swine
Crushed by their own weight
It's a proper dystopian hell
Another lesson learned too late
And no one will live to tell

Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
We disappear, take flight
Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
We disappear, take flight

You cellphone-sporting corpses
Choking on your cosmetics
The winning team will be the most numb, the most pathetic
A destructive lifestyle we celebrate
A testament of the depraved
Do you really want to be saved?

Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
We disappear, take flight
Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
We disappear, take flight

Do you really want to be saved?
Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
We disappear, take flight
Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
We disappear, take flight
Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
We disappear, take flight
Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
We disappear, take flight
The furnace
The furnace
The furnace
Track Name: Live The Storm
To live the storm
Free from all of your norms
A generation at war
Your days and nights we swarm
Into the white heat, into the unknown

One with the storm
All your decisions, yours alone
Into the unruly night
To search, to search and destroy

Into the white heat, into the unknown
Go!

To overthrow and tear down all that came before
A constant urge for more
Your gods are now dethroned
Into the white heat, into the unknown

To live the storm
With the eagles soar
Into the unknown
A future including no closed doors...
No closed doors

To live the storm
Into the white heat, into the unknown
To live the storm
Track Name: Testament
We dream of poison
Of annihilating liberation
We are too young for mercy
We are the revolution
Come on!

When there's no more room in hell
The dead shall walk the earth
You say we are the future
When will you ever learn?

A testament
Born out of desperation
Life wasted on the living
The dead but dreaming youth

A generation staring
Into the blinding light of truth (of truth)
When there's no more room in hell
The dead shall walk the earth
You say we are the future
When will you ever learn?

A testament
Born out of desperation
A testament
Born out of desperation
A testament
Born out of desperation
A testament
Born out of desperation
A testament

Born out of nightmares
Denial, apathy and stress
You say we are the future
Yeah whatever will be left
A generation wasted
Cynical and bored to death

When there's no more room in hell
The dead shall walk the earth
You say we are the future
When will you ever learn?
A TESTAMENT [4x]
Track Name: In Exodus
There's a place that we all return to
We stare ourselves in the face
A moment of clarity
Refuse to join the race
We release it all, over and over again
True to ourselves, we cannot fail

As you place your trust (As you place your trust)
In a system lost (In a system lost)
All will turn to dust,
All will turn to rust
In exodus,
In exodus

To live for the feeling of when it all explodes
A blessing or a curse
We burn out, we burn out
Born in darkness, born too late
We leave ashes in our wake
Leave it all behind, leave it all behind

As you place your trust (As you place your trust)
In a system lost (In a system lost)
All will turn to dust,
All will turn to rust
In exodus,
In exodus

We leave only to return again
Retaliation on blackened wings descends
We are the living end, we are the endless void
We gather in flocks, we search and destroy
We leave only to return again
We leave only to return again

As you place your trust
In a system lost
In exodus,
In exodus
There's a place that we all return to
We stare ourselves in the face (In exodus)
A moment of clarity
Refuse to join the race (In exodus)
We release it all, over and over again (In exodus)
True to ourselves, we cannot fail
Track Name: Maps of War
All hail democracy, hypocrisy
Promote the war campaign
A calculated risk
The numbers that are slain
Election year is here
We gather round a cause
In the weapon industry
We place our votes

For I promote oblivion (oblivion)
Let the maps of war be drawn
We are but pawns in their power schemes
All hail (all hail) the new clear dawn

As history repeats itself
Behind closed doors
Lesser gods of higher rank
Prodding us to war
The iron dream a burning curse
We will never learn
For god, for oil, for land
Lines are drawn in the sand

For I promote oblivion (oblivion)
Let the maps of war be drawn
We are but pawns in their power schemes
All hail (all hail) the new clear dawn

On public demand, oblivion (oblivion)
The seeds of hate are sown
We are but pawns in their power schemes
All hail... the new clear dawn
For I promote oblivion (oblivion)
Let the maps of war be drawn
We are but pawns in their power schemes
All hail (all hail) the new clear dawn
Track Name: Phantom
The hearts of men have grown tired and weak
Welcome to all forms of corruption
Blind to all, but power, profit and gain
And all of our earthly possessions
We decorate, happily our tombs to be
With the brilliant art of illusion
Perpetuating the cycle
All surface, no depth
Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth

The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale

We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat
The phantoms are here, I can hear them
Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps
Our intellect, it must not be awakened
With their broken promises, your broken backs
By the new world order oppressed
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress

The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale

All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress

The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale x5

The pesticide that we inhale x5