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released July 26, 2012

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Track Name: Mailbomb Solution - The Summer of 1983
THE SUMMER OF 1983
"The best place, to me, was the largest remnant of this plateau that dates from the tertiary age. It's kind of rolling country, not flat, and when you get to the edge of it you find these ravines that cut very steeply in to cliff-like drop-offs and there was even a waterfall there. It was about a two days hike from my cabin. That was the best spot until the summer of 1983. That summer there were too many people around my cabin so I decided I needed some peace. I went back to the plateau and when I got there I found they had put a road right through the middle of it. You just can't imagine how upset I was. It was from that point on I decided that, rather than trying to acquire further wilderness skills, I would work on getting back at the system. Revenge."
Track Name: Mailbomb Solution - Escalating Campaign
ESCALATING CAMPAIGN
I had sent bombs before, but I was at war now. Fingers were blown of the hands of some Air Force fuck at Berkley and the bastard lost the sight in one eye. Scrutton was the first to die. Pig peddler, pusher of the megamachine. My nails and splinters tore him to bits. Wright should have died, trying to be a hero. 200 pieces of shrapnel are hardly what you deserved. I waited 6 years, refined my tactics, and then I set out again. The Gelernters, Epstein… technogogue filth. Your fingers and eyes don't come close to an even exchange for the destruction you facilitated in your classrooms and laboratories. Mosser and Murray… they were my shining trophies. You were the salesmen of this planet's destruction and the Industrial Society. You sold murder, and so I returned the fucking favor. There were so many more. 16 bombs were only the beginning. Had my own brother not betrayed me, I would've gotten to more.
Track Name: Mailbomb Solution - Waiting
WAITING
But I never told them about you. I never spoke a word. I'll rot in this prison before I give you up. They say I am schizoid, that I wrote the manifesto in multiple voices. But I wrote it with you. I know you are out there, playing it smart, laying low, waiting for this system to stumble on its own weak feet. And when it does, you'll be there. I showed you how to make better bombs, and I showed you how to pick better targets. FC, my love. Awaken now…
Track Name: Compromised Position - He Tried To Save Us
HE TRIED TO SAVE US
politically correct leftist liberal
another fucking fool
surrogate activity, is your compassion
a modern social attempt to polish ego
feeling unimportant, so unsatisfied
over socialization, sensory deprivation
wild instincts perverted by progress

too many steps forward
there is no going back
he saw it, he tried to save us
from this fast approaching death

Spew forth apologies for modernity
spoke of such tragedy regarding Epstein's fate
or the deaths of Murray, Mosser, and Scrunton
they were far from innocent despite the claims

The slandering condemnation
born from discomfort
never wish to explore the links
modern dystopia, forever he will be
nothing more than a serial madman
hypocritically they then ramble
about the preciousness of life
while their machines silence wild songs
and forward cataclysmic demise
Track Name: Compromised Position - ... For They Have No Swords
... FOR THEY HAVE NO SWORDS
Invasion of my home
what did you expect?
as you are, so I shall be
pure contempt, abstained regret

you stripped from me love
you stole from me peace
you drew first blood
you drew first blood...
Track Name: Compromised Position - Moment Of Peace
MOMENT OF PEACE

You have done more damage
than any bomb he sent
and you want sympathy?
I have none!

An entire fucking forest
for Thomas' wasted life
and you want sympathy
well I have none!

Bird songs interrupted
by jet liners at dusk
this was the moment of peace,
the death of remorse!

Profound silence stolen
conflict escalation
profound silence stolen
instilled fortitude and resolution

Do you feel sorrow,
do you feel pain,
for the loss of his plateau?
then how can you expect any tears?

You have done more damage
than any bomb he sent
with your garbage and your ignorance
I share Ted's contempt

If only he'd gotten more of you
if only... if only...