Flags on the Killing Floor
Flagburners
anarcho-punk
About
A blistering anarcho-punk assault driven by raw distortion, fast drums, and shouted vocals that demand an end to conflict. Captured in true DIY fashion with punchy unpolished production, the track channels urgent anti-authoritarian rage through distorted guitars and short explosive structures.
Lyrics
They sent the orders from towerless heights When warblers blinded to the light First Broken bodies, livid, endless nightdreams Cut short by the false lights, papa's Weep for sons they'd never see While suits count coins from the misery Refuse the call, tear down the wall Burn the flags on the killing floor No more Blood for their twisted game Rise and shatter every chain The graves they fill with empty pride We see the truth they try to hide Hands that pull the strings with a fall When we stand as one against it all Refuse to go Refuse to die To die To die To die To die To die To die To die To die To die To die
Flags on the Killing Floor
Flagburners
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