Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Kye's Music & Lyrics: "Terror" by KMFDM (Nihil 1995)



KMFDM



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Some people call them terrorists.
These boys have simply been misguided.

I tried to keep my faith alive
I'm close enough to trip the wire
I cannot keep my hate inside
I'm gonna set myself on fire
I get closer beat by beat
To get the thing I really need
I'm fucking terrified
Will you be ever satisfied?

Day after day innocent people are being deported,
interrogated and tortured, put through the third degree.

Fundamentalist forces are undermining
the integrity of liberal and democratic political structures.

Radical anarchists, fascists, and terrorists are responsible for the violence.

I tried to keep my faith alive
I'm close enough to trip the wire
I cannot keep my hate inside
I'm gonna set myself on fire
I get closer beat by beat
To get the thing I really need
I'm fucking terrified
Will you be ever satisfied?

Our societies are saturated with bloodlust,
sensationalism and violence as a result
of alienation from oneself's reality.

How much longer do we tolerate mass murder?

I tried to keep my faith alive
I'm close enough to trip the wire
I cannot keep my hate inside
I'm gonna set myself on fire

Handcuffs and shackles won't frighten us.
Neither cattle-prod nor electrical whip will silence us.
We shall use all peaceful means to overcome tyranny.

Persist and march on.
They can't use our shame against us.

Regardless of race, social status or gender,
we're all affected.

I tried to keep my faith alive
I'm close enough to trip the wire
I cannot keep my hate inside
I'm gonna set myself on fire
I get closer beat by beat
To get the thing I really need
I get closer beat by beat
To get the thing I really need
I get closer beat by beat
To get the thing I really need
I'm fucking terrified
Will you be ever satisfied?



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KMFDM’s outrage is as painfully relevant today as ever.

Following is an excerpt from Chili Crossfire’s story. Gary, the alien head of a “diplomatic” mission to Earth, tells Chili he has admitted to numerous people that his species is here to purge humanity from existence, and that only a handful have believed him. When she expresses astonishment at this small number, he replies:

“Every day, the world is ending somewhere. A soul in conflict is losing its war. And the masses of humanity just walk on by. Your friend Denise was held at gunpoint in broad daylight before she was shot. The most extraordinary thing is that these dregs treat themselves little better. They’re bystanders in their own lives. They die a thousand deaths and never blink: the soul-numbing grind of hollow vocations, friendships bereft of passion or devotion, structural violence, class warfare, fascism, bigotry, uniformity, crippling disease, greed, addiction, the grey desensitized complacency of everyday apathy—a spiritual coma. They think the answer to suffering is to surrender resistance. But a stone is neither strong nor wise—it is inert. Detachment is not a virtue. Anyone can be detached—a corpse can be detached. Your planet is populated by the dead. Each day is a reckoning, and the apocalypse is well underway. Why raise the alarm now?”

By the time I publish those words, it will likely be obvious that Chili’s story is set on an alternate Earth, as climate change on ours may be irreversible. Not at all disconnected from that is the tightening grip of fascism. We’re on the short path to wiping ourselves out of existence and sparing the rest of the universe the trouble.

But it’s not too late to save our planet, the numerous innocent species that inhabit it, and make our own destructive species more worthy of survival.

How much longer will we tolerate mass murder?