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The Movers of the World

by Barry Kuzay

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Why is the world the way it is? The big question But it must have an answer Never did I foresee the world ending up like this No one wants to work No one wants to live Their lives are filled with emptiness But still the few will feed them The few who do create We provide them with more More than the kings of old could ever dream of The question, the world The movers’ inheritance The weight of the world Is carried on our shoulders Engineering civilization The future, our creation The evolution of man Now driven by the movers What do we get in return? Somehow they see me as evil Greed and corruption is all the world sees A world filled with envy Despite the disrespect, The ridicule and disdain We continue to create My will is eternal I cannot be stopped Invention and progress is all I know Why is the world the way it is? The big question But it must have an answer Why would the world try to take away my tools? They don’t know where they would be without us The movers of the world
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I have moved to the west Deep into the mountains To achieve the impossible I am surrounded by stone, steel, and my tools Best of all, I am alone I can focus all my energy On perfecting my hypothesis I will bring about a new age The oil, the oil I take it using secret methods The oil, the oil Impossible they claimed The oil, the oil I’ve turned laughers into beggars My power makes the world turn They dare to throw around ridicule Little do they know I have already begun the extraction I don’t make time for losers Or pay them any mind I continue working alone in the mountains The oil, the oil I take it using secret methods The oil, the oil Impossible they claimed The oil, the oil I’ve turned laughers into beggars My power makes the world turn
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“You claim money is the root of all evil. So I simply ask, what is the root of money?” Money is made possible only by the men who produce Man's mind is the root of all the goods you choose And of all the wealth that has ever existed on earth Wealth is the product of man’s capacity to think Money is the scourge of the men, Who attempt to reverse the law of causality Money will not buy intelligence for the fool, Or admiration for the coward, Or respect for the incompetent Money is the seed The rood of what is good The values that you need Are the virtues of greed No man may be smaller than his money. If an heir is equal to his wealth, it serves him if not, it will surely destroy him Do not envy a worthless heir His wealth is not yours and you’d have done no better with it Loading the world with fifty parasites instead of one It would not bring back the dead virtue which was the fortune Money will not serve the mind that cannot match it Is this the reason you call it evil? Money is your means of survival. The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood Is the verdict you pronounce upon your life If the source is corrupt, You have damned your own existence Money is the product of virtue It will not give virtue to you It will not redeem your vices. Your means of survival Required to succeed The virtues of greed Money is the seed The rood of what is good The values that you need Are the virtues of greed To love money is to know and love the fact That money is the creation of the best power within you The man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably The man who respects it has earned it rightfully Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter If men abandon money, their only substitute is the muzzle of a gun When force is the standard, the murderer wins over the pickpocket And then society vanishes, in a spread of ruins and slaughter When in order to produce, You need permission from men who produce nothing, Know that your society is doomed Whenever destroyers appear among men, They start by destroying money For money is man's protection And the base of moral existence Money is the base of moral existence When you have made evil The means of survival Do not expect men to remain good Do not expect them to produce When production is punished and looting rewarded Do not ask, who is destroying the world? You are. “What is going to happen to the world? Just exactly what it deserves.”
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They call me a man born without a heart The most frightening face on earth The scornful mouth of a Viking statue A face with no sign of feeling There are only two modes of living left Be a looter who robs victims Or be a victim to be plundered I did not choose to be either. I choose to live by means of force If looters think force is all they need to rob their betters, Let them see what happens when their betters use force too They call me a pirate I am a deliverer of justice The disease of legal plunder I destroy by my battleship of justice I do not rob men who are tied and gagged I do not demand that my victims help me I do not pretend I am acting for their own good I stake my life in every encounter with men And they have a chance to match their force against mine It is I against the strength of five continents If they believe that force is the proper means of business I am giving them what they ask for They call me a pirate I am a deliverer of justice The disease of legal plunder I destroy by my hammer fist of pain I am the destroyer of Robin Hood The socialist scum of your fairy tales I rob the poor and give it all to the rich I fight the double-parasite, Who lives on the sores of the poor, And soaks up all the blood of the rich There is but one rightful owner of Rearden Metal You may try to extort his grand design But you can’t hide your copycat plans from me I will burn your Chinese mill to the ground They call me a pirate I am a deliverer of justice The disease of legal plunder I destroy by my battleship of justice When robbery becomes the purpose of the law Then an outlaw must deliver justice What is taxed I steal back in gold I’ll send your ship of loot to the bottom of the sea Death and taxes are your absolutes Life and production are mine But without that hope I'll hoist the black flag And begin slitting throats I am the friend of the friendless An avenging angel In the sky, and upon the open seas When we are free, Within my lifetime Reborn from the ruins I will lay down my arms And bask in the new sunrise My only love is human ability I will see it free
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The founder died And the worthless heirs took over They have a new plan Everyone would work According to his ability But be paid according to his need Anyone opposed is a child killer at heart Hadn't we heard it all our lives? From every newspaper, movie, and public speech Every school teacher raising your children They gave everyone a vote So we voted for the plan And we got what we had coming We created four years of hell Plain, naked, smirking evil We are damned and we'll never be forgiven The more you work the more is demanded of you For your neighbor’s supper For his nephew’s schooling For anyone anywhere around you It’s theirs to receive and yours to work Dawn to dusk, month after month, year after year For the whole of your life Without rest, without hope, without end From each according to his ability To each according to his need The moral ideal we pretend to believe ENVY! The true motive behind our actions We want what our betters have ENVY! Do not talk about it We promise you It’s for the love of the common good You say we’re all in this together Then take this acetylene torch For twelve hours a day, together Whose ability and whose need comes first? You can’t let any man decide his own needs If you did, he might claim he needs a yacht. If his feelings are all you have to go by, He might just prove it too So we voted on it No-one may judge his own need or ability It took just one meeting to discover We had all become sniveling, whining beggars The lousiest, noisiest moochers list all their miseries The strong men kept quiet and continued on Can you guess who took the jackpot? Production collapsed in half a year Somebody hadn’t delivered according to his ability (We decide your ability) So we voted on which men were most able They were sentenced to work overtime every day Overtime without pay, after all it doesn’t affect your need Then we turned into creatures The skilled work overtime to correct the mistakes Of every sloppy incompetent stinker So we all began to hide our ability Never work faster than the next fellow You think competition for profit is vicious? See what it’s like when men compete to be the worst We did our best to be no good at all There’s no surer way to destroy a man So drink is what we all turned to When all decent pleasures are forbidden There’s always ways to get at the rotten ones Any man who tried to play it straight had to refuse himself everything He couldn’t marry or bring children into the world He could plan, promise, and count on nothing But the shiftless and the irresponsible had a field day of it They dragged in scum from all over the country They found endless ways of getting in need Within a year there wasn’t an honest man left among us That hell-horror evil preachers used to scare you with had come alive It turned decent people into bastards And it was called a moral ideal What was it we were supposed to want to work for? For the bums, the loafers, the moochers? For the love of our brothers? That’s when we learned to hate our brothers For every meal they swallowed Every new shirt and new hat Paid for by our privations, our hunger, our sweat and suffering An old lady fell down the cellar stairs We all used to like her But the doctor said treatments would take a long long time Well guess what That night she died in her room The cause of death was never to be known But she was oh so very old We began to spy on one another Meddle in each other’s lives Break up engagements No babies born No more dependents to feed All this was no mistake Mistakes of this size are never made out of innocence We didn’t do it because we believed in their phony moral ideal That drippy guff let us pass off as virtue something we’d be ashamed to admit ENVY! No man voting for it didn’t think he’d muscle in on the profits of better men No man rich and smart didn’t think there was someone richer and smarter ENVY! The ugliest human thought So we howled louder about the love of the common good We got what we asked for When we realized what it was, it was too late We're trapped with no place to go The best men left the first week A man of self-respect doesn’t turn into a milch cow for anyone Soon we had nothing left but men of need And none of the men of ability Those of us who stayed had been there far too long We refused to believe it was already gone Thanks to the common good The moral ideal This was the moral law that professors and leaders want to establish All over the earth If this is what it did to a small town Imagine what it would do on a global scale To work to offset all the disasters and malingering of the world To work with no chance to rise With your meals, your clothes, and your pleasure, Depending on any swindle, famine, or pestilence anywhere on earth To work until the Cambodians are fed Until the Venezuelans are sent through college To work on a blank check held by every creature born Is this the moral law? Is this is a moral ideal? If you ever see a leader profess this ideal Stand up and say no Spit in their face They must be destroyed
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When the worthless heir professed we all accept this ideal A man stood up and said “I don’t.” A young engineer, tall and slim had silenced the room We feared him, for he stood like a man who knew he was right His voice was clear and without any feeling. “I will put an end to this, once and for all,” he said. The heir asked “How?” “I will stop the motor of the world.” We never saw him again. Years later, we did see The lights going out The conveyor belts turning still The gates were closing The roads growing empty The great factories crumbling And we began to ask about him He had kept his word He saw the truth we refused to know He was the retribution, the avenger, The man of justice we had defied By what impossible power has he done this? We looked for him and found no answers anywhere. His spirit loomed in the dead gray fog descending all over the earth He damned us and there was no escape from his verdict He would stop the motor of the world His name was John Galt
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Of the world, I don’t ask much Just keep your railroads running Your crony anti dog eat dog rule No, it will not do If you destroy what I’ve built I will destroy you too An eye for an eye I’m just getting started Don’t test me I will follow through I’ll set the oil fields on fire What’s mine is mine it shall remain She promised me a brand new railroad I frankly doubt she will make it through What a great unexpected surprise The line has arrived on time A grand wonder to behold The genius and power of Rearden Metal The John Galt Line arrives at my doorstep The majesty of giants building together A new decree, a disgusting directive Imposition against humanity Cronies, losers, and sociopaths You’re one and all the same Inefficiency to suit your envy I will not let you decide I’m taking my fair share Yours will now be zero I’ll set the oil fields on fire What’s mine is mine it shall remain I’m leaving it as I found it Take over It’s yours
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You’re afraid of life You want to spread your fear You’ve been jealous all these years You have accomplished nothing (You’re a loser) So pretend you’re saving lives You want a pat on the back But in the end all you will get Is a kick in the ass from me (Less than you deserve) Stay home Leave the world to me We will live on without you We are the free We choose to weigh our risks in life We live as human beings Welcome to the human species You have starved one hundred million Africans Just to save one hundred thousand Americans How woke of you, you white coat supremacist (Have you ever eaten leg of Yemeni?) Your child has never seen her teacher’s face Your baby’s never seen another human face Your teeth are rotting out Thus, closely followed by your mind Go on and beg for your vaccination But keep your drugs and needles to yourself Lick the boots of Jinping and Fauci Cower in your corner full of fear (Please Pfizer help me!) Last year you hated corporations Pfizer and Moderna are your new gods Bow before them and hand over your children Trust the science, Trust the science Trust the science, Trust the science Stay home Leave the world to me We will live on without you We are the free We choose to weigh our risks in life We live as human beings You can say goodbye to the human species

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Announcing the Barry Kuzay album THE MOVERS OF THE WORLD, an epic concept album inspired by the Ayn Rand novel Atlas Shrugged. The album features Barry Kuzay on vocals and guitar, Matt Thompson (KING DIAMOND) on drums, and Ben Kuzay (ex-MONSTROSITY) on bass, along with guest appearances by Tim “Ripper” Owens (ex-JUDAS PRIEST, KK’S PRIEST, ex-ICED EARTH, ex-YNGWIE MALMSTEEN) and the Shredlord himself, Joe Stump (ALCATRAZZ, HOLYHELL).

Available at www.barrykuzay.com.

The album was released on September 13, 2021 on CD and digital download.

This is the second studio release from Barry Kuzay. His previous album, Neoclassical Glory, remains the best selling album ever released by Wolf Tower Records. Production on this album began in January 2020 and concluded in June 2021. When world tours were needlessly made illegal by evil tyrants, Barry took advantage and collaborated with some of his favorite musicians and influences on this album.

Barry Kuzay is a civil engineer in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin who works with steel by day and metal by night. He is the monarch of a micro-nation that has surrendered militarily to a foreign occupying power. The ceasefire allows him to remain on the land with his family in exchange for paying protection money to the criminal gangs that claim dominion over that territory. The Movers of the World is an artistic knife to the heart of those gangs of looters.

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released September 13, 2021

Written and produced by Barry Kuzay

Barry Kuzay - guitars and vocals
Ben Kuzay - bass guitars
Matt Thompson - drums
Tim 'Ripper' Owens - lead vocals on "Wyatt's Torch"
Joe Stump - lead guitar on "The Virtues of Greed"

Mixed and mastered by Ryan Kutz

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Civil engineer who works with steel by day and metal by night. www.barrykuzay.com

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