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Stress
03:36
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The perfect ones
Who never break down crying
They work hard and reap…the benefits
I am done
Cut me off
Violate
I am fucked
Stressed I leave the path
Embrace downfall
The well adjusted ones
always satisfied
I am the slayer
I am done
Cut me off
Violate
I am fucked
Stressed I leave the path
Embrace downfall
The ones posing as them - more fucked up than you
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It’s like a virus, possessing minds
Mass produced narcissists, competition is on
Parties for backstabbers, everywhere you head
Nothing is for real, a pseudo world apart
The bourgeoisie, you’re in my face
The bourgeoisie, get out of my head
Heart of unrealism, of the real society
Daily propaganda, entertainment consumes
The way I see it, it’s all upside down
The true is a moment of the false.
Alienation, passive drain of thoughts
The bourgeoisie, you’re in my face
The bourgeoisie, get out of my head
The bourgeoisie
Divided by choice, swallow the seeds, a Trojan horse
The chosen vessel, conglomeration, the fourth estate
An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light
The Spectacle is everywhere!
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Drunk On Nails
03:02
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Reconsider torture, prevent soil turning red
Obvious lies sound truthful, and murder respectable
So eager to conquer, eager to expand
Acting through proxy, outsourcing dirty deeds
12 000 dead
Rape, theft, leaving us breathless
Leech, feeds, parasite
160 000 forcibly displaced
Arrogance personified, hangman of block 5A
Raised to feed on the weak, cover up mistakes
I can’t believe you’re still free, I can’t believe
12 000 dead
Rape, theft, leaving us breathless
Leech, feeds, parasite
You bastard
Now look what you have done...
12 000 dead
Rape, theft, leaving us breathless
Leech, feeds, parasite
Break the silence!
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Trauma
04:15
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Smoke and mirrors, the usual make believe trap
Fooled and in denial, alienation at its best
Dizzy, confused, don’t be foolish and fall asleep
For better or worse, we’re shackled in our past
Socioeconomic hostage
Assigned to fail
We’re trapped in debt forever
Living hijacked lives
Socioeconomic hostage
There is no way out
We’re trapped in debt forever
Unleash the rage!
Unleash the rage!
Caressed and dismantled, between desire and the twitch
Mayhem and chaos, unavoidable collapse
Hollow men, get prepared for it will be set
Will be written in blood, this is the way the world ends
Socioeconomic hostage
Assigned to fail
We’re trapped in debt forever
Living hijacked lives
Socioeconomic hostage
There is no way out
We’re trapped in debt forever
Unleash the rage!
Unleash the rage!
Human wasteland
Human, this is your wasteland
It’s no life
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Deceiver
05:18
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I am not your chosen one
I am not your son
I am not your chosen one
I am not your son
No!
Smash the idea of leadership
Flush the icons down the drain
Prodigal sons and super class
Masters who lead the blind
Clones, in a plastic sense
Goon following goon
Bones, got some bones to pick
We’ll arrive in the dark
Slaves
It’s so sick, sick, sick!
Sidewalks as catwalks
Machines
Bow!
It’s so sick, sick, sick!
Sidewalks as catwalks
Machines
We?
There is no such thing!
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6. |
Double Negative
03:58
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Consent grants my position
Kim Il Sung would have blushed
Put up with my oddity
I act by the grace of God
Sing and dance, yeah!
Feed me, give me head
Sovereign immunity
Do what I damn well please
Affirmative actions for blue bloods
My inheritance beats your grades
Sing and dance, yeah!
Feed me, give me head
It’s a mockery!
It disgusts me to see people crawling
Crawling for my attention
Equals in the eyes of the law
The gap is de facto outrageous
Sing and dance, yeah!
Feed me, give me head
It’s a mockery!
Thank you for my position, thank you all
Swing!
Let them swing!
A mockery, the monarchy!
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7. |
Hour Of The Wolf
05:06
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Recollections, the cold hand of death
Stainless eye, brings it all back again
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead
Hear that sound, the hammering of fear
This is their vision
This is their lie
Segregation of ourselves
It drained our souls, like a knife in the chest
Mounted cops, swinging their black jacks
Laid out hope as a decoy, directions pointing west
The spirit’s gone, drenched in a barren sea
This is their vision
This is their lie
Segregation of ourselves
Divided and conquered, appendage of flesh
On the vast machine, our society
A forgone tomorrow, crawling upon us
Heart shaped lies, calmly caresses
Resistance is futile, trapped in the claws
The truth runs parallel, with a world of lies
I cannot lie down, I cannot just give in,
I’ll keep on dreaming, I’ll die trying
I aim for the throat, my only hope
Recollections, the cold hand of death
Stainless eye, brings it all back again
Laid out hope as a decoy, directions pointing west
The spirit’s gone, drenched in a barren sea
Divided and conquered, appendage of flesh
On the vast machine, I aim for the throat
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Life Is Elsewhere
04:32
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Day after day, heading deeper down
Deregulation, no safety net to catch us when we fall
Unable to sleep, it’s hard to breathe
Anonymous ghost, anonymous sheep, a cog in the machine
Reclaim your life and live without dead time
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9. |
End Times
06:08
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Red, that’s all I see
Cheap labour, slavery
Alang, Chittagong
Just face it, you can’t condone
Drowning refugees, transactions floating free
Burn!
You are the war
Red, that’s all I see
Exploitations, obscurity
Corruption before our eyes
You get away with murder
You get away with murder
You get away with murder
Burn!
You are the war
Rape, theft, genocides
Calmly pumping through our veins
Rape, theft, genocides
No one sleeps
No one sleeps tonight
Red, that’s all I see
A god damn tragedy
In the wake of Apartheid, still a second citizen
I cried my heart out, by the sheds of Tutaleni
Burn!
You are the war
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We Live In Trenches Sweden
WE LIVE IN TRENCHES carry the same gonzo-DNA like PISSED JEANS or Flipper. They call it ”idiot
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On their debut, ”Modern Hex”, as well as with their sophomore album ”Life Crisis”, they had their hands deep into the cookie jar looking for noisy crumbles. Now, years later, with the 4-track flogged horse ’DEAD CLASS’ they’re still stuck.
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