‘Ironhead’ Lyrics

Straight pipes roaring spent hydrocarbon
Engine contact the beast awakened
Vibrating power waiting to explode
Bonds of society now forsaken

Streetlights reflecting on polished chrome
Meditative motoring metronome
Pushrod and valve making music mechanical
Primitive liberty psychological

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Ironhead, Ironhead
Throttle opened to full bore
V-twin thunder echoes in cold air
Denim and leather wind blown hair
Ironhead

Final bastion of the individual
Echoes of cowboys past conceptual

Straining against the onrushing air
Piercing the night every nerve aware
Standing alone with steel resolution
Redemption heavy metal absolution

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‘No Man an Island’ Lyrics

Came from the wrong side of town
Dysfunctional system breaking down
Mom working graveyard to pay the rent
Crack smoking father abandonment
Neighborhood schools run like a jail
Fuck all chance to prevail
He’ll find his place out on the street
Working on a violent rap sheet
Dope, civility abdication
Constant social deprecation
Burning to the destruction of night
Guy with the meanest gun is right

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No man an island
Entire of himself
For I am a part of mankind
The bell it tolls for me

Down and out sleeping under the bridge
Senseless waste of human knowledge
Shivering in the campfire light
Fighting just to do whats right
Lifes possessions in a small backpack
So long before it makes them crack
Too blinded by money to realize
Blowback will strike those who victimize

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No man an island
Entire of himself
For I am a part of mankind
The bell it tolls for me
No man an island
Entire of himself
The bell it tolls for me

Coming social descent
Fault of establishment
Violent chaos nascent
Disillusionment

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‘Death March of Bataan’ Lyrics

Small town kid just 18
Volunteered for duty as a Marine
On a bus to Pendleton
Seven weeks he can use a gun
Alameda and a troop transport
A few more weeks on a rusty old can
Poker and cigarettes manly fun
Traveling to far off Bataan

Day of infamy is here
The surprise attack is on
Axis forces landing near
They’ll hold the bastards at Luzon
Weeks with no resupply
On the brink of exhaustion
It was only ever a matter of time
The inevitable fall of Bataan

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Honor denied in bushido code
Captors humanity erode
Herded on like so much cattle
Weakened by months of disease and battle
Sixteen thousand will see no dawn
On the death march of Bataan
Death March of Bataan

76 thousand strong
Face a march 80 miles long
No supplies along the route
Axis indifference absolute
Dying bodies still remain
Trucks crushing them with disdain
Troops on jeeps necks casually slice
Murder just a part time vice

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BRIDGE
Continue pushing on they must
Slow down and feel the bayonet thrust
No mercy humanitarian rest
Interminable for even the ablest
Allied medics with no supplies
Strive to stem the painful cries
Endless torture still goes on
They found their hell on earth, Bataan

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‘Rootshell’ Lyrics

Night I’m on recon
Your dumpsters insecure
Gathering intel
Your peace premature
I’m coming for you

Left in your carpark
Flashdrive and malware
User jacks it in
Network now laid bare
I’m coming for you

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Rootshell
I own your lan
Rootshell
Culmination of my plan
Rootshell
Absolute domination
I am your system aberration

nmap shows exploit
Inject cross site attribute
Weakness now found
User shell execute
I’m coming for you

Your final defense breached
Dropping like a domino
Privilege escalation root
Conquestum publico
I’m coming for you

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BRIDGE
Lurking on the wire
Barbarians at the gates
I am big brother
I own your packet trace

‘Prisoner’ Lyrics

Welcome home we’re glad you’re here
We’re all your friends please have no fear
But just which side do you align
Tell me lad why did you resign?
You won’t get your information from me
It’s not as simple as A B or C
You’ll find this mind you can’t pillage
Where in hell is the village?

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Don’t be difficult number six
You don’t want me to open up my bag of tricks
Your vain attempt to flee is over
At the edge of the village you’ll meet Rover
I’ve sympathy my boy I do
But you’ll submit to number two
Your control is not won
Who is number one?

That would be telling we want information
By hook or by crook we’ll know your resignation
We’ll do it the hard way if you wish that’s fine
Tell me lad why did you resign?
Try to break me if you can
I’m not a number I am a free man
You’ll find this mind you can’t pillage
Where in hell is the village?

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Don’t be difficult number six
You don’t want me to open up my bag of tricks
Your vain attempt to flee is over
At the edge of the village you’ll meet Rover
I’ve sympathy my boy I do
But you’ll submit to number two
One way left for such a man resolute
One of us will break degree absolute

I’m a free man you will never own me
Try to hold me you’ll regret it you’ll see
I’ve got your number arrogant two
I’ll Be Seeing You

We’re all prisoners here setting pretty on their shelf
Questions are a burden answers a prison to ones self
You’ll find this mind you can’t pillage
Where in hell is the village?