Human Work from Bloody Caesar by Bloody Caesar

in an age of apocalypse / in an age of denial
the horsemen have bled all the lambs / put the planet on trial
the trumpets are sounding like the howls of machines
have we found dignity living on our knees

every chain can be broken
every lock can be picked
their temples surrounded
the prisons escaped

what good is a hearts beat to the tune of a slave
reduced to an organ / dissected by blades
the thunder's now spreading / can you not hear it call
it flows through your veins
awaken your anger and rise with the dawn

every chain can be broken
every lock can be picked
their temples surrounded
the prisons erased

work / human work
in the path of the storm

• Punk
• ape
• crust
• d-beat
• hardcore
• planet of the apes
• Kingston