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This track paints a grim, almost gleeful picture of relentless, sacrificial warfare, framed by a warped sense of patriotic duty. The narrator and their comrades are presented as expendable soldiers, eagerly embracing death in service of an aggressive, expansionist "democracy." The repeated call to "call on the undertaker" and "follow the undertow" establishes a fatalistic tone, suggesting that their fate is sealed and their path leads directly to the grave. This isn't about heroic sacrifice for a noble cause, but a brutal, almost nihilistic charge where death is not just expected, but welcomed as a "gift." The lyrics emphasize a culture of constant conflict, where "raisin' hell is all we've come to know" and the "siege won't end" even after victory. The central tension lies in the juxtaposition of "freedom" and the brutal reality of their actions. They claim their "flag'll proudly fly" for freedom, yet their methods are "brash" and their training minimal, suggesting a hollow ideology used to justify endless violence. The idea that "democracy bestows" death as a gift, and that "Liber-Tea is made" from the remains of their enemies, highlights a disturbing perversion of ideals. They are "thrown away alive," a chilling phrase that underscores their disposability in this perpetual war machine. The most striking craft element is the relentless, almost absurd imagery of self-sacrifice and destruction. Phrases like "sit on my grenade which I will pray my butt absorbs" and the description of their "feet will not get cold" despite being "fresh right out the freezer" create a darkly comedic, over-the-top portrayal of soldiers who have become desensitized to their own demise. The lyrics revel in this extreme, presenting it as a badge of honor, a testament to their unwavering, albeit misguided, devotion to the cause. This exaggerated commitment to dying makes the narrator's embrace of their fate feel both terrifying and strangely compelling. Ultimately, the lyrics are effective because they tap into a visceral, albeit dark, fantasy of total commitment and consequence-free destruction. The aggressive, almost taunting tone, coupled with the extreme imagery, creates a powerful, unsettling narrative of soldiers who have fully embraced their role as instruments of war. It’s the sheer, unadulterated commitment to the destructive path, the refusal to learn from past "mistakes," and the gleeful anticipation of their own end that makes this portrayal so potent and memorable.

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Call on the Undertaker

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[Chorus: Skullkruncher13] Call on the undertaker, follow the undertow Grim is the reaper guiding me On the tide of war, we row (Arr!) We're ready to meet our maker No matter by friend or foe Our death'll be swift But that is a gift democracy bestows, so Call on the undertaker, follow the undertow Familiar, the face of danger Brace yourself, it awaits below From grace we fell Now raisin' hell is all we've come to know We'll diе today, so time to take the divе (Hold your nose) [Verse 1: Skullkruncher13] Plunge into the fray and plunder away Our work is far from done With guns to which we stick 'Til every world at war is won A universe of Super Earth's is what ours will become But even then, the siege won't end We've only just begun Acrost a vast galactic ocean, our flag'll proudly fly For freedom, once in motion Won't be stopped until it dies And we dive with such devotion to be thrown away alive Although we go down one by one That's just our way of life, oh [Chorus: Skullkruncher13] Call on the undertaker, follow the undertow Lucky I brought my breaker Because I've come to crush some bones Even Satan shan't forsake us, no hellion left alone Until we can extract again "Wait up!" You're on your own, go! Holler the undertaker, caught in the undertow Where graves are laid, mistakes were made But learn from them we won't (No!) You can't rescind a stratagem, beware of where ya throw "My orbital has fallen short" Away we'll all be blown, our [Verse 2: Skullkruncher13] Actions rash with tactics brash We don't go by the book Because one day of basic training's all we ever took But the bots and bugs who've lost to us To waste have all been laid The remains of which we scavenge That's how Liber-Tea is made Our capes are quite aesthetic, but more than pure cosmetic They represent the right to slay and may we not forget it To answer duty's call, I'd even fall upon my sword Or sit on my grenade which I will pray my butt absorbs [Bridge] Oh, I am a diver, nigh a survivor Life is about the fight (We never cower) I thrive in the fire with iced-out attire Like lightning am I, now strike (A Tesla tower!) Whatever the weather sends Be it blinding blizzard storm Incendiary tornadoes between descending meteors We walk in our fathers' footsteps Misfortune be forewarned Put us to death, but in our stead We'll just be sending more, oh [Chorus: Skullkruncher13] Call on the undertaker, follow the undertow A wreckage we make that's left in our wake Wherever we may row You can't command democracy Ya Karens ought to know If you're askin' for the manager Off the fuck you go, oh Call on the undertaker, follow the undertow We'll take the helm, set sail for hell How swell, our welcome home We're fresh right out the freezer But our feet will not get cold The war's our bond, we're holdin' on until the dive is dove

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Writers: Christian Ames

Call on the Undertaker

Call on the Undertaker

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