The Iron Demo

by Iron Thatcher

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"It's the year 2984 and after a millennium of revisionist history and reshaping language, the inner party has unleashed a GIGANTIC MECHANISED MOBILE FORTRESS to subjugate the working class. This MASSIVE WEAPONISED ATTACK PLATFORM built in the image of a demon from English mythology will destroy the proletariat. No one will survive IRON THATCHER..."

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Inspired by dystopian literature, specifically Nineteen Eighty-Four and Brave New World.

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released 06 June 2013

Everything: R A Weeks.

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Track Name: Iron Thatcher
Over the land and sea
She comes like a churning machine
Cutting down all the trees
Shitting out industry

Burning
Dying
Churning
Dividing

Falling
All that flies
Stalling
Mechanised

Out of the ocean's mists
Rises her metal fist
Swinging down on your lives
You're all gonna die

Eating
Crushing
Bleating
Hushing

Oil
Raining
Spoiled
Remaining

Iron Thatcher
Try and catch her
Iron Lady
Rising from the sea
Iron Thatcher
You cannot match her
Iron demon
The earth is screaming

Just like an open grave
She swallows the weak and brave
Fingers rake through the fields
This is all that's real

Farming
Endless miles
Charming
Iron smile

Rolling
Tank treads
Tolling
Bells for the dead

Robot arms smash your homes
Setting up militarised zones
Her drones fly over head
Victory gin replaces your bread

Shattered
Dimming day
Battered
Bleeding grey

Smokestacks
Belching
Stark and black
Quelching

Iron Thatcher
Try and catch her
Iron Lady
Rising from the sea
Iron Thatcher
You cannot match her
Iron demon
The earth is screaming

And now she rules the land
A giant in the realm of man
Her kingdom is one of steel
An iron heart that never feels

Ruling
Master
Cooling
Disaster

Eyes burn
Inferno strobes
Warming
The globe

Graves line the motorways
Endless night has culled the day
Her reign will never cease
Thatcher has been released

From hell
Like flame
Devil
In name

Monster
Thriving
Thatcher
Rising

Iron Thatcher
Try and catch her
Iron Lady
Rising from the sea
Iron Thatcher
You cannot match her
Iron demon
The earth is screaming

Oh no
God no
Lord no
No no no
Track Name: The Proletariat
The proletariat
Slaves of masters
The proletariat
Fucking bastards
The proletariat
Community of filth
The proletariat
Blood and tears spill

The proletariat
Society's losers
The proletariat
Junkies and boozers
The proletariat
They have no worth
The proletariat
Scum of the Earth

Skeleton bodies clad in rags
Idiot men and the grey of hags
Children with no shoes on their feet
Families dying with nothing to eat

Drag the iron, pound the steel
Brickwork fails and lead paint peels
Soot and shit, smoke and grit
Oiled engines and grimy wheels

Rolling

Weaklings
These men
Worthless
Don't pretend
The poor
Downcast
Misery
For the proletariat

Cretins
Idiocy
One and all
Illiteracy
Doomed folk
Brown mass
Open graves
For the proletariat

Clothed in black and brown
Muddy just like their rotten town
The working class under all
A ceiling of black and shrieking walls

Motors pounding, steam is scalding
The beast is rising and she is calling
Pistons shaking, machines all quaking
And over the streets, shadows are falling

Downwards

Weaklings
These men
Worthless
Don't pretend
The poor
Downcast
Misery
For the proletariat

Cretins
Idiocy
One and all
Illiteracy
Doomed folk
Brown mass
Open graves
For the proletariat

Keep them drugged with booze and sex
Too dumb to know what happens next
They're just like mice in a maze
Stoned and lost till the end of their days

Alarms sound, death arrives
A pale iron horse this way strides
Bombs are dropping, never stopping
On their lives, on their lives

On all

Weaklings
These men
Worthless
Don't pretend
The poor
Downcast
Misery
For the proletariat

Cretins
Idiocy
One and all
Illiteracy
Doomed folk
Brown mass
Open graves
For the proletariat

The Proletariat
Scum
Track Name: Epsilon Minus
Standing at the lift, eyes staring at the floor
You know your only purpose is to open the door
And your mind is just as open, even though you don't understand
You will never grasp your place here, the lowest of common man

That's because

You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
(Epsilon minus)
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
Yeah
Come on
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
(Epsilon minus)
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
Yeah
Come on

You see them coming your way and you raise your eyes
A retard's smile on your face, only one thought in your mind
You reach up and open the door and you let them pass
Then they're gone and you are left there, no one even needs to ask

That's because

You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
(Epsilon minus)
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
Yeah
Come on
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
(Epsilon minus)
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
Yeah
Come on

From the start till the end, the constant labour of a slave
Bred to be a fucking idiot, too dumb to comprehend the grave
Still you march down the road, the path that we have built
A smile on your retarded face as you walk into a pit of shit

That's because

You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
(Epsilon minus)
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
Yeah
Come on
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
(Epsilon minus)
You're just an epsilon minus semi moron
Yeah
Come on

Epsilon minus...
Epsilon minus...