FRED STZ MUSIC

FRED STZ MUSIC

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  • Raised by Wolves
    Raised by Wolves
    They gave me a flag before they gave me a name.
    They gave me an enemy before I could spell.
    I learned to hate before I learned to read —
    and I called it love, and I called it home.
    Raised by wolves in a council flat,
    where the dinner was rage and the news was a map,
    where the father said they took everything,
    and they was anyone not like us, not like me.
    The grandmother wept at the Queen on the screen,
    the uncle laughed at the bodies on the screen,
    and the child in the corner learned the alphabet
    in the language of who we could blame.
    And I wore the boots, and I wore the flag,
    and I marched with the boys who had nothing but rage,
    and I screamed at the docks, and I screamed at the mosque,
    and I felt like a soldier, and I felt like a god.
    Because the poor man needs a poor man beneath him,
    and the hungry man needs someone to eat,
    and the system is kind enough to give you a target
    so you never once look at the hand that takes.
    And they said — this is your family.
    And they said — this is your blood.
    And I believed them, and I believed them,
    and I believed them, and I believed them —
    until the night I didn't.
    Raised by wolves! Raised by wolves!
    Fed on fear and taught the rules!
    Raised by wolves! Raised by wolves!
    Learned to hate the ones they use!
    And I was not a wolf — I was a lamb,
    and they dressed me in their teeth,
    and they sent me out to bleed the poor
    so the rich could go to sleep.
    Raised by wolves!
    Raised by wolves!
    And then I grew, and the fear got old,
    and I started asking who I was told to hold
    beneath my boot, and why the man on the TV
    was always someone I was meant to flee.
    And I looked at my father — not a king, not a knight,
    just a man who was beaten and taught to bite,
    and the men in the suits who sold him the rage
    were the same ones who kept him in a cage.
    They gave us each other instead of the truth.
    They gave us a mirror and called it a noose.
    They gave us the brown man, the black man, the Jew,
    so we'd never once ask what the billionaires do.
    And I stood in the crowd and I screamed the old prayer,
    and I felt the belonging, and I felt the despair,
    and I realized, standing there screaming at ghosts,
    that the fist in my hand was the fist at my throat.
    Who fed me the fear?
    Who fed me the name?
    Who gave me the boots?
    Who built me the shame?
    Boss. Banker. Priest. Flag.
    Boss. Banker. Priest. Flag.
    And I was the dog they set on the stranger
    while they robbed us both.
    Raised by wolves!
    Raised by wolves!
    Fed on fear and taught the rules!
    Raised by wolves!
    But I am not a wolf — I never was!
    I was a child who was taught to bite!
    And I put the flag down, and I put the boots down,
    and I walked into the light —
    not their light, not their light,
    just the light of my own eyes.
    Raised by wolves!
    But I am not a wolf.
    I am not a wolf.
    I was raised by wolves...
    but I am not a wolf...
    I was raised by wolves...
    but I am not a wolf...
    I am not...
    I am not...
    6 min
  • HP Lovecraft
    Below the wave.
    Below the wave.
    Nothing sleeps.
    Nothing sleeps.
    The stone remembers.
    The stone remembers.
    O thou beneath the wave,
    in halls of hoar and stone,
    where no sun walks,
    where no man prays —
    thou dreamest,
    and the dream is ours.
    The water churns.
    The water churns.
    And the drowned bells
    have not stopped ringing.
    I read the book.
    I read the book.
    Alhazred wrote it blind,
    and blindness saw the truth.
    The angles are not right.
    The angles are not right.
    The room is bigger
    than the room.
    The ceiling breathes.
    The ceiling breathes.
    And the sky begins to open.
    And the stars begin to turn.
    And the sea begins to whisper
    what the drowned already learned.
    And the mind begins to fracture.
    And the flesh begins to crawl.
    And the oldest fear is this one:
    there is nothing there at all.
    Ia! Ia! The stars are right!
    The dead god dreams and wakes the night!
    Ia! Ia! The deep has eyes!
    And fear is holy! Fear is wise!
    Cthulhu! Cthulhu! Dead but dreaming!
    Cthulhu! Cthulhu! Dead but dreaming!
    And we kneel. And we kneel.
    And we kneel to what we cannot see.
    Innsmouth. Dunwich. Arkham. R'lyeh.
    Salt. Blood. Ledger. Prayer.
    The fisherman has gills.
    The farmer has a thing.
    The scholar has a fracture
    where his mind used to sing.
    Miskatonic. Miskatonic.
    The library is deep.
    The library is deep.
    And the books that should not open
    have been opening in my sleep.
    My father looked at something.
    My father looked at something.
    He never spoke again.
    He never spoke again.
    He drew the shape on paper —
    the shape that has no name —
    and then he drew it on his skin,
    and then he drew it on the wall,
    and then he drew it on his eyes,
    and then he did not draw at all.
    And I am his son.
    And I am his son.
    And I have seen the shape.
    And I am not afraid.
    And I am not afraid.
    I am not afraid.
    And the sky begins to open.
    And the stars begin to turn.
    And the sea begins to whisper
    what the drowned already learned.
    And the mind begins to fracture.
    And the flesh begins to crawl.
    And the oldest fear is this one:
    there is nothing there at all.
    Ia! Ia! The stars are right!
    The dead god dreams and wakes the night!
    Ia! Ia! The deep has eyes!
    And fear is holy! Fear is wise!
    Cthulhu! Cthulhu! Dead but dreaming!
    Cthulhu! Cthulhu! Dead but dreaming!
    And we kneel. And we kneel.
    And we kneel to what we cannot see.
    Azathoth. Blind. Idiot. Flute.
    Azathoth. Blind. Idiot. Flute.
    Nyarlathotep. Crawling. Chaos. Smile.
    Nyarlathotep. Crawling. Chaos. Smile.
    Yog-Sothoth. Gate. Key. All-in-one.
    Yog-Sothoth. Gate. Key. All-in-one.
    Necronomicon. Non-Euclidean. Angle. Wrong.
    Necronomicon. Non-Euclidean. Angle. Wrong.
    Stars. Right. Sea. Rise.
    Stars. Right. Sea. Rise.
    Ia. Ia. Ia. Ia.
    Ia. Ia. Ia. Ia.
    And the hum gets louder.
    And the hum gets louder.
    And the hum gets —
    Ia! Ia! The stars are right!
    The dead god dreams and wakes the night!
    Ia! Ia! The deep has eyes!
    And fear is holy! Fear is wise!
    Cthulhu! Cthulhu! Dead but dreaming!
    Cthulhu! Cthulhu! Dead but dreaming!
    And we kneel. And we kneel.
    And we kneel to what we cannot see.
    And we kneel to what we cannot see.
    And we kneel.
    Below the wave.
    Nothing sleeps.
    The stone remembers.
    And I remember too.
    I remember too.
    6 min
  • Symphony of Fear
    Symphony of Fear
    Turn it on.
    Turn it on.
    Blue light. Blue light.
    Nothing's wrong.
    Nothing's wrong.
    Every screen is a window.
    Every window is a mouth.
    Every mouth is a siren
    selling terror to the south.
    They feed you fear for breakfast.
    They feed you fear for lunch.
    They feed you fear for dinner
    and they call it keeping touch.
    Headline. Horror. Headline. Horror.
    Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll.
    Bodies in a far-off country.
    Bodies in a shopping mall.
    And the fear gets in the water.
    And the fear gets in the blood.
    And the children start to flinch
    before they even learn to love.
    And the house begins to shake.
    And the locks begin to turn.
    And the neighbor is a stranger.
    And the stranger wants to burn.
    And the medicine is poison.
    And the poison is a cure.
    And the only thing that's certain
    is the fear. The fear. The fear.
    Symphony of fear —
    every channel, every year,
    every whisper in your ear,
    till the love turns into tear.
    Symphony of fear —
    every city, every street,
    every heart that skips a beat,
    till the hate becomes the beat.
    And we dance.
    And we dance.
    And we dance to the symphony of fear.
    Father hits the bottle.
    Mother hits the wall.
    Child hits the silence
    and the silence hits us all.
    Anxiety. Addiction.
    Diagnosis. Debt.
    Someone sold the sickness
    and we haven't paid it yet.
    And the doctor is a salesman.
    And the priest is a brand.
    And the only thing they're teaching
    is the fear. The fear. The fear.
    I haven't slept in twenty years.
    I check the locks at night.
    I read the news and feel my chest
    collapse against the light.
    My mother died afraid.
    My father died alone.
    And the screen was glowing softly
    when they finally took them home.
    And I don't know what is real.
    And I don't know what is mine.
    But I know the fear was given.
    And I know the fear was designed.
    And the house begins to shake.
    And the locks begin to turn.
    And the neighbor is a stranger.
    And the stranger wants to burn.
    And the medicine is poison.
    And the poison is a cure.
    And the only thing that's certain
    is the fear. The fear. The fear.
    Symphony of fear —
    every channel, every year,
    every whisper in your ear,
    till the love turns into tear.
    Symphony of fear —
    every city, every street,
    every heart that skips a beat,
    till the hate becomes the beat.
    And we dance.
    And we dance.
    And we dance to the symphony of fear.
    Listen. Listen.
    Do you hear it?
    Do you hear it?
    The hum. The hum.
    The low hum under everything.
    The hum that never stops.
    The hum that tells you
    you are not safe.
    You were never safe.
    You will never be safe.
    Buy. Watch. Repeat.
    Buy. Watch. Repeat.
    Fear. Screen. Coin. Vein.
    Child. Clone. Debt. Chain.
    Fear. Screen. Coin. Vein.
    Child. Clone. Debt. Chain.
    And the hum gets louder.
    And the hum gets louder.
    And the hum gets —
    Symphony of fear —
    every channel, every year,
    every whisper in your ear,
    till the love turns into tear.
    Symphony of fear —
    every city, every street,
    every heart that skips a beat,
    till the hate becomes the beat.
    And we dance.
    And we dance.
    And we dance to the symphony of fear.
    Turn it off.
    Turn it off.
    I can't.
    Turn it off.
    I can't.
    I can't.
    I can't.
    Turn it off.
    Turn it —
    5 min

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We are a music group that travels through all universes, from world music to jazz, passing through metal, punk rock, and pop. Fred STZ started making music in the 80s and today has teamed up with…