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HOLY WARS...
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand.
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naïve stand.
The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands.
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could be messenger of God.
...THE PUNISHMENT DUE
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die
They killed my wife, and my baby.
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake...last mistake
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake...no more mistakes
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't
Thinkin' it.
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.
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Welcome to our fortress tall
Take some time to show you around
Impossible to break these walls
For you see the steel is much too strong
Computer banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars
Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18 I know too much
Foreign life forms inventory
Suspended state of cryogenics
Selective amnesia's the story
Believed, foretold, but who'd suspect
The military intelligence
Two words combined that can't make sense
Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18 I know too much.
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Got one chance, infiltrate them
Get it right, terminate them
The Panzers will permeate them
Break their pride, denigrate them
And their people, retrograde them
Typhus, deteriorate them
Epidemic, devastate them
Take no prisoners, cremate them
Going to war, give 'em hell
D-Day next stop Normandie
Beginning of the end
We know how to and sure as shit we'll win
War is peace sure man
A retreat for the damned
A playground for the demented
A haven for those who walk this world
Bereft of heart and soul
Love and war they say all is fair
Take his life
But won't take his hair
Your body has parts your
Country can spare
By the way son here's
Your wheelchair
He once had to be all he could be
Now he's nothing for no one, nowhere to see
Funny thing, he's like you & me
It's a funny thing, a funny thing
Tears streak his solemn stare
Abandoned for wreckage, nobody cares
No one knew what would happen there
No one spoke no one even dared
Don't ask what you can do for your country
Ask what your country can do for you
Take no prisoners, take no shit
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Bestow upon me knowledge
Wizard--all knowing all wise
I want to rule this kingdom
Make sweet the breeze now defiled
Dethrone the evil prince's iron fists
In velvet gloves of sin
Parade the grey robed monks
The vestal virgins, wheel the wyverns in
Let the ceremony
Consecrate the marriage
Let me be the protégé
Of five magics
Give me alchemy
Wizardry
Sorcery
Thermatology
Electricity
Magic if you please
Master all of these
Bring him to his knees
I master five magics
Possessed with hellish torment
I master magics "5"
Hunting the abyss lord
Only one will stay alive
He who lives by the sword
Will surely also die
He who lives in sin
Will surely live the lie
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I miss the warm embrace I felt
First time you touched me
Secure and safe in open arms
I should have known you'd crush me
A snake you were when we met
I loved you anyway
Pulling out your poisonous fangs
The venom never goes away
Serpent swims free in my blood
Dragons sleeping in my veins
Jackyl speaking with tongue
Roach egg laying in my brain
Once stalked beneath your shadow
Sleepwalking to the gallows
I'm the sun that beats your brow in
Till I finally threw the towel in
Never knowing if I'd wake up in a
Whirlpool got redundant
My brain was just some driftwood
In a cesspool I became dead
From a rock star to a desk fool
Was my destiny someone said
Love's a tidepool
Taste the waters life abundant
Taste me
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Sitting up late at night
I tiptoe through the darkness
Cold as hell black as spades
Aware of my immediate surroundings
In my place I escape
Up into my hideout
Hiding from everyone
My friends all say
Dave you're mental anyway hey!
Drift into a deeper state
I stalk the cobwebbed stairways
Dirt grits beneath my feet
The stair creaks, I precariously sneak
Hypnosis guides my hand
I slipside through the walkways
Sit in granny's rockin' chair
Memories are whirling by yeah
Reminisce in the attic
Lucretia waits impatiently
Cobwebs make me squint
The cobra so eloquently glints
Moonbeams surge through the sky
The crystal ball's energized
Surely like the cat waiting
Lucretia rocks away
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This morning I made the call
The one that ends it all
Hanging up, I wanted to cry
But dammit, this well's gone dry
Not for the money, not for the fame
Not for the power, just no more games
But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado
I can't replace the lies, that let a thousand days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way I'll surely die
In the eye of the tornado, blow me away
You'll grow to loathe my name
You'll hate me just the same
You won't need your breath
And soon you'll meet your death
Not from the years, not from the use
Not from the tears, just self abuse
Who's to say, what's for me to say
Who's to say, what's for me to be
Who's to say, what's for me to do
Cause a big nothing it'll be for me
The land of opportunity
The golden chance for me
My future looks so bright
I think I've seen the light
Can't say what's on my mind
Can't do what I really feel
In this bed I made for me
Is where I sleep, I really feel
I warn you of the fate
Proven true too late
Your tongue twists perverse
Come drink now of this curse
And now I feel your brain
I spin you round again
My poison fills your head
As I tuck you into bed
You feel my fingertips
You won't forget my lips
You feel my cold breath
It's the kiss of death
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Thermal count is rising
In perpetual writhing
The primordial ooze
And the sanity they lose
Awaken in the morning
To more air pollution warnings
Still we sleepwalk off to work
While our nervous systems jerk
Pretending not to notice
How history had forbode us
With the greenhouse in effect
Our environment was wrecked
Now I can only laugh
As I read our epitaph
We end our lives as moles
In the dark of dawn patrol
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Tremble you weaklings, cower in fear
I am your ruler, land, sea and air
Immense in my girth, erect I stand tall
I am a nuclear murderer, I am Polaris
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
My system locked in on military gluttons
I rule on land, air and sea
Pass judgement on humanity
Winds blow from the bowels of hell
Will we give warning, only time will tell
Satan rears his ugly head, to spit into the wind
I spread disease like a dog
Discharge my payload a mile high
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils
Launch the Polaris, the end doesn't scare us
When will this cease
The warheads will all rust in peace
Bomb shelters filled to the brim
Survival such a silly whim
World leaders sell missiles cheap
Your stomach turns, your flesh creeps
High priest of holocaust, fire from the sea
Nuclear winter spreading disease
The day of final conflict
All pay the price
The third world war
Rapes peace, takes life
Back to the start talk of the part
When the earth was cold as ice
Total dismay as the sun passed away
And the days were black as night
Eradication of Earth's
Population loves Polaris
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released June 24, 2022
All songs written by Dave Mustaine. This album is meant to celebrate Megadeth’s 1990 masterpiece, Rust In Peace. Much respect to Dave. Mustaine, David Ellefson, Marty Friedman, and Nick Menza (Rest In Power!). I had a blast learning these classic songs by the metal overlords. Megadeth’s music has been a source of inspiration to me since I was 15 years old.
It was the spring of 2005. My mother took my brother and me to a record store called The Exchange in Squirrel Hill. There were several words and phrases stuck in my mind as I remembered what my friend had told me--Megadeth--Mustaine--Rust In Peace--badass--so sick, dude.
I found a used copy of Rust In Peace for about $8. I held the shiny jewelcase in my hands and peered down at the album art, seeing, for the first time, Vic Rattlhead, holding a green orb, surrounded by men who looked like politicians I had seen on the Fox News growing up.
Little did I know that I was holding in my hands the soundtrack to so many formative experiences I would have in high school.
Now in my 30's, recording these songs, it is hard to not relate the lyrics from this record to the world today. Despite being recorded over 30 years ago, Mustaine's haunted poetry is relevant today. Wars fought with wicked means for unjustifiable reasons, the threat of nuclear winter, a government that hides the truth from the people. Life feeling so chaotic that the only safe place is in the eye of a tornado, at the heart of chaos itself.
Rust In Peace is an album full of paradox. Holy Wars, military intelligence, poison was the cure.
Rust In Peace even affirms the possibility of magic and mystical experiences. In Lucretia, the occult doesn't seem like the source of evil, but more like a safe haven from the true horrors of the world presented by politicians and religious fanatics.
In 2015, The Onion published an article called "Humanity Still Producing Art As Though Megadeth's Rust In Peace Doesn't Already Exist". You can check it out here:
www.theonion.com/humanity-still-producing-new-art-as-though-megadeth-s-1819578062 Like great satire always does, the article negotiates the space between exaggeration and truth.
Credit to Mr. Ed Repka on creating the original iconic artwork that the album art for this tribute was based on. You can see more of Ed Repka's incredible artwork here:
erepka.wixsite.com/repkasite1
