THE DOMESTIC TERRORIST

we are the movement - that will sweep away your baby- boom lies - your hypocrisy and your politic - the greed we despise - the mortgaged fund dildo we choke on - we know that you failed us and fail to provide- we know your hollow, empty lies - and the theatres and high streets sell - the packaged rebellion that shifts a product - but the money spent is not just spent but money earned and invested - in a statement : you are not your khakis, - we are not slaves, - we are not a market to be sold to - we are people we are human - with dignity of which you only envy - so in our protest of discipline - in the terrorism of our shopping - this is the protest we can participate in - this is the silent rebellion we hold : - on trains in shop queues in the things we do - this is the domestic terrorism of our conformity

all that we are - is not what we own - all that we have - is the purity of our souls - and this, our world - of small rooms and small dreams - we crave the things they deny - and three thousand and twenty one miles away - they walk through dust and mine fields - just to drink dirty water - and our children murder each other - in their quest for the latest mobile phone - and we know the joy of comfort - the beauty of plenty - and the fucking capitalists drip feed - just enough to prevent armageddon - and so, we silently protest - in the fury of discipline - the picketline of ironing - in the denial of employment - and you know what this means : - we all live a big lie we walk around - our eyes wide shut - knowing but hoping - that our eyes cannot see - what our soul doesn�t want to know - we crave the ignorance - we crave our virginity - but we know - and what has been done cannot be undone - what we learnt cannot be unlearnt - that capitalism only offers window dressing - there is nothing for sale - that can provide happiness : - only artificial needs - CD�s, DVD�s, TV�s, mail order Russian Brides - these are the things - we are told we need, - but do fuck all to make us happy

and so - in the streets of capitalism - we pray for a better life - we bought a dream and paid with our lives - we were sold a dream and were paid the minimum wage - in this glorious world - where only those with power can change - where only those with power don�t want a change - and our victory comes from hoping in the face of defeat - still believing in our greatness - as a race - that we can ascend beyond the capitalist masterplan - to suck money away from our wallets - and we are we exist - with our every breath our every purchase - we, the domestic terrorists, - will exercise the right to resist your options, - refuse your consumer choices - refute your empty culture your stupid entertainment - we despise your values - those which divide and turn - man against man - woman against woman - and us against us - this hate is borne from love - a love of the human race - a need for a better planet - and so we, in our every day, - we make the moves that threaten - the cancer of capitalism

we, the domestic terrorists, - we live our lives as an exclamation of the beauty of life - not as a way to profit from the misery of others - and we know this isn�t some ideological battle - some abstract attempt at black and white - because life is a million shades of grey and - every shade bears two words - wage slave or dole slave - even money for food is a privilege and - a crucifying mortgage - or rent emptiness are the only options - we could ever ever have apart from the streets - and there is no choice - not when the options are this clear cut - a wage slave or bumming for change - so there is no choice in this - this illusion of democracy - this second rate second hand - hand me down dead relatives sofas - wearing your mothers clothes and - your fathers eyes - we we struggle - but we struggle as individuals - in a divided castrated society where - there is no such thing as society and - it is the largest minority group that rule with - the friendly face of smiling arrogant authority - night and day poverty and slavery and - this isn�t some ideological battle - this is wrong beating right - a matter of survival and you say - the world of the angry young man - is that no one cares - no one wants to listen - not to these self evident truths that - lie so deep that people feel it need not be said - and so every rage is valid - and new - every day is exhaustion screwed - into your mortgaged walls and - so we all sigh with exhaustion - but hide a secret revulsion at this - this life, how could it be civilised?

And so to the secret addictions - the rich keep from us - greed addiction - the priory full of fucked up teenagers - with millionaire fathers - who never wanted for anything and - find a void - they say for all my money I�m not happy - well that�s just a slap in the face to us - look at us shrunk - and shaved by poverty - money may not make you happy but - being tied to poverty formed us into unhappy - we were not born angry - we were not born in rage - we were born innocent and - we were born in love with - eyes as pure as the heart of an angel and - a soul untouched by the evil of mankind - the blood on the hands of mass murderers - damned by the hypocrisy of the news - just another show just another show baby - and when is deadenders on - as the true murderers - the corporate leaders - the lending agencies - the nicotine vendors and - the church leaders go unpunished - in three foot of bullet-proof Popemobile - faith in action - world in motion - slaves in submission and - so the libraries are closed - the art galleries subsidised by - Texaco Mexico Prozac Viagra and McDonalds baby - oh yes the art galleries are now mute - art of the closeted masses - a balloon floating into the sky - a blue canvas - as blank as the spirit of our children - call this art - it is shit - it says nothing and - means nothing - where are the statements - where are the poets - we are the oppressed - where are the future leaders - as now this generation of leaders - the first rock n roll premier president - sets a precedent - a leader who smoked but never inhaled and - a premier who breathed but never lived - now a figure head - with the blood on his hands - of a nation driven against the wall

but you you�ve never had this so good - am I meant to feel grateful for this and - you say we are ungrateful uneducated brutes - but sometimes two small words - say more than everything else - and though we are powerless - and you have tried to rob us of our minds - and our souls - we cannot debate with you - the politics of our jealousy and - the politics of our envy - are we evil to want - or are you more evil for your envy - for your jealousy - for your greed addiction - as you take everything that�s left - steal from the poor and - you say it is the criminals that are the real cause - but where are the real criminals in suits - evading corporate tax - feeding the shareholders - and starving the welfare state - as your grandmother goes private - because the nhs mammon-starved - would not could not act - quick enough to give life to them - and so corporate tax evasion - you murdered your own grandmothers - it could be you next time round - well tonight thank god it�s them instead of us - thank you bono - fuck you bono - we are the world - we are the people - but there is no such thing as society - just individuals and - we�re only meat and - meat is eaten every day - so whats another death - whats another suicide - just one less fucking consumer

crying your fake tears - for the peoples princess - another dead fucking millionaire - like we care - we only want our share - we only want our 80% of the worlds wealth - from your evil minds - your greed addiction - we know when we die - we will go to heaven - because this is hell - hell is without god - and god is silent now - so we wait for - pascals wager - a non existent saviour - we gasp for breath from the heavens - because we are the dead in life - we are the dumb in time - as the sun sets - we won�t forget - we hate therefore we are - we can drive a car but - we won�t go far enough - we can�t drive off the edge of the world - but we tried - we tried - for a better life

- we - the domestic terrorists - at least we tried - to make a better world - being happy slaves - and waiting for the end - the inevitable apocalypse - spend today - for there is no tomorrow - the world in limbo - always one step from chemical / nuclear / terrorist apocalypse - and the true war is not between - God Buddha and mammon - but between the rich and the poor - between survival and extinction - whilst the animals hoard the money and - watch the poor die - with our last breath, we fight against - against against against - against your bullshit - against your lies - we know we�re being fucked by you - but we fight with our every breath - In the fury of housework - the protest of discipline - in our every movement - the domestic terrorists - powerless, but we resist, - we move against, - we find some way, - any way, in which we can protest - we try for a better life - you want to change your car : - we want to change the world - no longer, divide and conquer - but we know that we as a race - if we unite, if we tear down the walls - use the money you hide in profits - in affluent wasted bank accounts - we can conquer space conquer hunger - feed every last person on the planet - overthrow the shackles of poverty - and build a better world - the choice is yours - - do you hide behind your money in fear - but we, we hate the world because - we love mankind so much - and this paradise is possible - if only you lose your fear - and use the hands of love to build - a better world