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Purge
03:01
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Fuck your gods, your emblems
Fuck society's values
Fuck your flags and borders
This is a purge.
Speeches of hate
Make another choice for me
Politicians consume human life
and serve alive heads to dead heads.
My anger's beyond my guilt.
Eyes that don't see clear.
This is a purge.
For a positive approach
To a carcass molestation
I watch the news every night at 8
While I eat a corpse served in a plate
Oh! Is this another rape?
Look at that girl, she asked for it.
A new success holds my nation's flag,
making me proud for things I haven't done.
My anger's beyond my guilt.
Eyes that don't see clear.
This is a purge.
What do you see now?
Is this another fail?
What do you think now?
Another hope betrays?
What do you see now?
Is this another lie?
How do you feel now?
A few more wasted lives.
Is this the end of joke?
Or it's another round?
You want to sell me gold
I want to pay with shit
Pit me against moralities,
against my own self
I step on roses
But thorns I prefer
Under a sun that's too heavy for my shoulders.
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2. |
Swine's Shelter
02:07
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An essence of discomfort brings out the abnormal
Instinctive corruption, a show that is sold out
Deja vu moments with role distribution
Remember the face
Forget the name
Pigs in the mud
Decisions the hose
Segno/Segno
Stockholm
Stockholm
Bonded by rape
Who holds the hammer and who is the false one
Do make two questions but only one outcome.
Passion and spark as time's verification
Light in the eyes
Flood in the mind
Pigs in the mud
Decisions the hose
An obligation standing by arrogance
On foundations built with lies and Kafkaesque guns
Futuristic scenes enhancing the beliefs
The world's on right tracks yet we need to kill the thieves.
We need to kill the thieves
Stockholm
We need to kill the thieves
Bonded by rape.
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3. |
Heretic's Fork
01:27
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One change that makes no difference
Like a curse bound by blood ends up in the trash.
It's the progression of human nature not to read their names in obituaries.
Instinct
Control
Discipline
Training.
You hear but you don't listen
Heretic's fork pierces your throat and chest
You think you're awake enough but you're just sleepless.
It's the progression of human nature not to read their names in obituaries.
Anger
Control
Discipline
Training.
You're dead and that's a great achievement
You've increased the amount of nothingness.
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4. |
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Bottomless urn instead of mouth.
A proverbial smile like the first scratch on a new car.
Capitulate. Rapture!
In control again.
Moderate fracture.
You're outside looking in.
Turn a deaf ear.
Straighten your tie, buy some ideas.
Turn inside out and crawl.
To no avail you fuck.
Capitulate. Rapture!
In control again.
Moderate fracture.
You're outside looking in.
Observe your life, commit suicide.
Labeled outsiders but inside.
Insular progress I defy.
Finders-keepers shot between their eyes.
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5. |
Freak Dispersal Events
03:57
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The evolution of our race has brought up newborn species
I look around but I see familiar faces.
Servitility has never been more requisite but
Fools wear a crown and lead while
a knife is stabbed on their backs.
A notable achievement in the field of empty nothing
You put some effort in and
think you've created something.
Having a breathless object that symbolizes freedom
might bring you tears of joy,
more than actual freedom.
What you call a memory has once been a sensation
Your leader will applaud, proceed to consummation.
The mission to submission will give you a conviction
The way you live your life needs
no further explanation.
You think you walk on fire and fire gets the blisters.
You act like a bottom feeder, you beg to give assistance.
Fucking with the right people to earn divine fame
Will surely upgrade you to the bottom of the food chain.
Dogma predators lurking.
Fascist piece of shit reigning.
Colored symbols infecting.
What's against their life I call it life.
Ghosts in flesh
They can't afford any witnesses
Hopes on crosses/old narcosis
A negativity thrown in the circle of life.
They're building fences with our expenses.
If there's a mouth of madness we're staring into it.
I wanna go, so let me go.
We stab you with scissors but we're still not done.
A legacy of old dogs.
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6. |
Drowning Beauty
02:37
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War grows within wars (let's go)
Failed politics dancing on chalk outlines, let'em crawl
Watch out, watch out, we burn our coffins now.
Our century's a black mark
Despair, desire and greed as one is a fire
We're spots on pages covered with shit
Some people think too much and others get it.
Dead instead of bored, I chose.
What warms you up from inside can also tear you apart.
Watch out, watch out, we burn our coffins now.
Come on, right now, sleep is a dose of death.
We live submissive, a decadence of modern life
My thoughts are war pigs, hunting and killing and skinning
I've tasted blessings, I tasted your blood
We burn our coffins, we turn our shelters into ash (now).
We mourn no one.
Cases open have to be shut.
My virtues have dragged me to despair and pain and I feel no mercy at all.
I'm watching the end of the two worlds known, it doesn't seem that the powerful fall.
We count the dead and suck off their blood while the media upload.
The darkness in my soul exists
I'm gazing at her with bated breath
A woman mingles with diverse
My mind begins to fade away.
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7. |
They Live in the Fog
01:49
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Heavy shore on face
Whisper of the waves
Freedom in the air
Salt in the lungs.
There's no happy end to this tale
Choose the water or the guns.
What you wanna know
Knowledge is a ghost
Leave it all aside
Wait for the ride
We are in two separate worlds
The division's just line.
Is this now the hunting season?
Are you a hunter or the game?
Heavy choices made
Burden to endure
Evade the verbose
Solitary flows
There's a whisper in your ear.
Is it true? Is it a dream?
Quantity on top
Salary's a prop
Twenty days off
Eyes stuck on watch
The factories producing madness
actually they're selling sadness
Is this now the hunting season?
Are you a hunter or the game?
Sometimes the whispers turn into screams of vengeance.
Cause you know you're out of season
and you're wondering for the reason.
Seems that you're another product
of the same production line
Is this now the hunting season?
Are you a hunter or the game?
There's no happy end to this tail
Choose the water or the guns
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8. |
First World Game Over
03:27
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New cell compromised the absurd
Holes on the wall rip your eyes
Can't stand, forget the primordial cause
Let down, feel like (you) fucked it all.
This is the modern fraud
Lives spent in giant spaces
Delusion of control/But don't mind for a door.
I am not fool therefore I am unsatisfied
I work for propaganda
I don't seek hall of lame
Domination of domination's limitless
Nostalgia and past's a well paid industry
Bad workers consume great.
Pure present's a march of past devouring future
Dispute everything
The most dangerous creature in this place must be you
and fear of your own shade.
Abnormal reality's what we truly live
Don't go into the wild.
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Drawn between sinners by loyalty to God
Forced to blame them.
The unfaithful scatter seeds of pride
I'll save them all.
I'm the chosen one
My god's right hand
I feel so divine
So is my plan
An illusion's good excuse for execution
God's will, I kill.
Declaration of a holy war's stagnation
Free will: killed
An illusion's good excuse for execution
God's will, I kill.
Compensation's a bullet for my head(ache.)
Called by my people to liberate the world
Pride devoted
Babies born at the wrong side of the wall
A will to kill them all
Hero on demand
I have a gun
I feel so divine
So is my plan
An illusion's good excuse for execution
God's will, I kill.
Declaration of a holy war's stagnation
Free will: killed
An illusion's good excuse for execution
God's will, I kill.
Declaration of a holy war's annihilation.
Sold to spirits
Acts of flesh
I want things to move fast
So I won't give a fuck
My eternal and naive innocence detonates
Snatches away all meaning to a deathly quietness.
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10. |
1982
03:19
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Everything you love,
which is nothing,
I would sell it to you and kill you,
Kill you for things you don't get, kill you
Worship me like God,
always nothing but still control lives,
Blank eyes
Deaf ears that's my creation,
Blank minds
A certain hostile perfection is
a shotgun armed.
Damaged beyond repair
I am the worst
counter-evidence
for every view
and theory in your head
I am the worst
Against the hollow men
Callous people that throw empty words at you.
If you take them seriously there's no end to it.
I don't feed their arrogance, take my eyes off them
When you die everything you know disappears.
A life without revelation's no life at all.
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