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The Filthy End

by I Dream of Apocalypse

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1.
Earthquake Party 02:25
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Crankin’ up the generator crankin’ up the metal we’re having a party at the end of the world We’re getting fuckin’ drunk we’re eating MREs we’re shooting at the people who are crying in the street Thrash metal! Stash weapons! Massive quake Devastate We’ve got enough supplies for the band and no more but we’ll make an exception for the hotties next door You know we’ll kick’em out if they won’t put out Gotta keep the species going, girls! Thrash metal! Stash weapons! Now my place is party central! Oh my God! LA just broke off from the mainland We’re gonna sink like a Polish battleship Fuck that! We’re going to Hololulu, baby! Earthquake party! Survivalist fiesta Earthquake party! Benefits of preparedness Earthquake party! Got 20 bags of beef jerky Earthquake party! Oh no, we’re out of Coors Light!
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A Convenient Suicide 03:46
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How will I face my fake suicide? Will they come to me deep in the night? Will they make me write a letter explaining why I chose this end, before giving me a bullet and putting the gun in my wrong hand? How will I face my unfortunate demise? Will I even know it at the time? Or will they cut the brakes or crash the plane or mug me on the street or hire a doctor to lock me away to die mysteriously one day? We who dare call it conspiracy we see macro and order within the chaos we understand that the convergence of coincidence is part of a bigger plan The masses need simplicity and disconnect as an existential crutch they can’t comprehend the depths of man’s treachery in magic bullets they believe I know too much I saw too much I must pack my suitcase then shoot myself in the back of the head I must jump out of this tall window a day before testifying in court I’ll slit my wrists and take some pills and not interfere with the war plans. It’s a paranoid paradox twitch of fear every time the door knocks. A paranoid—paradox digging deeper into Pandora’s box. Paranoid—paradox ’tis a dubious honor being on a hit list But if no one’s trying to kill you then you don’t know shit! Inventors whose creations hurt oil companies Soldiers who speak out against corruption Scientists whose cures hurt the drug industry Authors whose words inspire action Journalists who expose human trafficking We are the mausoleum of convenient deaths Embrace cognitive dissonance and run the gauntlet in your mind when you break the matrix’s spell lies form a pattern fake news makes sense and now you are a spy amongst the zombies and slaves Countless ways to make a man to die, Car crash, botched mugging the many forms of suicide. But there are too many of us now Armed by the internet we’re millions strong The only way to silence us all is a nuclear bomb!
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9-11 is a Fucking Lie 03:41
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They say that Al-Qaeda snuck into this country and attacked us by surprise on 9/11 So we invaded the Middle East to protect the Homeland, but they left our border wide open! So many lies so much corruption Will anyone stand up for the truth? The media says that everything’s fine but 9/11 is eating our generation alive! 9/11 is a lie and we know it everything you try to sell us is bullshit I’ll be a corpse before your slave These thoughtcrimes you’ll have to pry from my cold dead brain! When the Twin Towers fell they said it was the planes But nothing hit Building 7 and it collapsed anyway And when CNN + the BBC Reported it came down you could still see it on the screen! Controlled demolition remotely controlled planes NORAD stood down because of war games Airline put options Mossad spies What hit the Pentagon’s empty side? In molten metal passports survive Cell phones couldn’t even make calls from that high 9/11 is a fucking lie You can’t refute the video evidence You can’t refute the truth! You can’t refute the video evidence You can’t refute the truth!
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To Protect and Write Tickets 04:09
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Drinking a beer at the beach Along came a sheriff with two guns He gave me a ticket for a hundred bucks What the fuck! Everyone’s a crook with this many laws on the books You can’t step outside without committing a crime! Illegal aliens walk the streets sex slaves are trapped in the sheets and the war on drugs is a money-guzzling defeat Pass the buck golden tanned cop Big crimes take up too much time Piece the yearly budget together by passing out bullshit fines You once dreamed of being Dirty Harry But you ended up a ticket-writing fairy Every day clean and unload You can’t shoot a gun while you’re filing papers. Sworn to protect and serve your meager pension You do as they say without any objection. Told to patrol the harmless and the decent Burned-out taillight earns us a ticket These tasks keep you off the scent of real crime The worst of mankind they never severe time. We know the system’s this way by design Eager rookie cops soon lose their faith Being humiliated and hamstrung There’s only so much bullshit a man can take. Take back the force from corrupt bureaucrats! Dare to enforce significant laws! Help to derail the secret economy save the sinking ship that is the USA! To protect and write tickets unless you’re illegal then they look the other way To protect and write tickets except for the rich those motherfuckers never have to pay You once dreamed of being Dirty Harry But you ended up a ticket-writing fairy Every day clean and unload You can’t shoot a gun while you’re filing papers.
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Alms from the Whore 04:39
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No one cares about a good man striving They want silly songs by pretty girls Nobody misses a man gone missing It’s college coeds that make the evening news How can they say that men rule the world? We’re spineless enablers of feminism’s monster throwing it all away for a bite of her soulless fruit The beauty has become the beast Amoral destabilizing force and now even proud men must beg like poor boys for alms from the whore No matter what she destroys around every corner a bed waits for her Reckless one year legit the next The world bends over backwards to clean up her mess And waiting in the wings is the ace up her dress To become a wife and mother now the world must respect her Saved from the jaws of fate by the Deus ex Vagina When she smiles and laughs I tell myself she appreciates me But in this realm without reason tomorrow night another man may be in my seat My constancy, striving, and travails are nothing in her eyes Her chastity and propriety are illusions in my mind I deserve more than alms from the whore not to be another stamp on her soiled passport I deserve more than alms from the whore more than a swig from the bottle that goes round. Corrupted goddess of a self-desecrating temple I won’t fall at your feet or do the peacock dance Locust narcissus So drunk with power I do not serve at the pleasure of the queen What if Aphrodite shrugged and this knight in shining armor rode on?
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Goin' Out for Thai Food 07:07
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Civilization in decline secret vices from repressed desires fill your meaningless lives with fetish and debauchery to kill the time We’re a sad dead nation of predators and pretenders Bored and jaded soon we’ll all be sex offenders The grass grows lush in pornographers’ yards The neighbors don’t know how they pay for their cars It’s a world without dignity rotten souls behind their lies Pimping your wife through digital perversion Paying your mortgage via click-through conversions cutting edge technology timeless exploitation Who knew bukkake could be so cosmopolitan? But despite it all you can’t get enough It’s midnight And you’ve got that hunger You want the Thai food, Thai food We’re talking Thai food, Thai food! This is what planes are for This is what oil wells are for This is what life is for This is what little boys are for Thai food! Thai food! Thai food! On the streets of Calcutta for merely a quarter Boy whore, boy whore! In the slums of Bangkok he’ll suck your cock Boy whore, boy whore! In Rio, Brazil, sick Third World thrills Boy whore, boy whore, boy whore! You went to a shrine but what would Buddha think? What you did last night would wipe the smile off his face You cried when Elizabeth Smart was raped her hair was blond her eyes were straight But you have no such tears for the kids you penetrate On the streets! In the slums! You kill the world!
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Walk for the Bullshit 02:59
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You go to rallies and sign petitions Pin ribbons on your shirt You ran a 10K race rode a bike for cancer Looks like you’re having fun Social butterfly with a guilty conscience Promoting awareness Celebrity dinners quilts and bracelets They still haven’t found a cure Walk for the bullshit! think you’re doing so much good! Fuck your bullshit! We’re sick of your condescending ways! It’s a crock of bullshit! They’re still dying while you play your silly games. Walk for the bullshit! shameless public display You’re so full of shit! you ain’t changing the world Walk for the bullshit! hiking and biking and running you haven’t cured shit

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"The Filthy End". For both our crumbling society and the Los Angeles-based incarnation of the ripping death-thrashers IDOA.

Here are the 5 songs from the final recording session in early 2012, as well as 2 extras that were recorded a few months before. Songs of frustration with a good sense of humor to bang your head as the ship sinks.

(Update: IDOA reformed in 2018 and plans to release new material in 2020!)

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released October 27, 2012

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IDOA formed in 2007 as a studio project, then unleashed itself as an insane live unit in 2010. After several years on hiatus, the group began writing new material in 2018 and have now released 7 singles since early 2020.

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