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The Neverending Story
02:51
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Your despisable visions
of hostility and division
the foundations of fear
won’t let anybody near
talks of blind recollection
moments full of rejection
oblivious idolatry
you shift with ferocity
We won’t keep – quiet and still – calm and smooth
will fight your perceptions
of sensless animosity
obstruct your enmity
from the glimpse of inception
talks of blind recollection
moments full of rejection
oblivious idolatry
you shift with ferocity
We won’t keep – quiet and still – calm and smooth
quiet and still - quiet and still
talks of blind recollection
moments full of rejection
full of rejection!
quiet and still - calm and smooth
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2. |
Czechago
02:20
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Claimed your powers
To break
Our resistance
By law
Our resistance by law
No way you came to protect our lifes
appeared as the savage of this system
Only a savage of this system!
Beat down and dragged over burning concrete
Neglected our pillars of justice
Only a savage of this system!
Personal cravings, what drive you in the first place
Smashing and trampling our minds
Smashing and trampling our minds!
crushed our freedom, with bats and waters
trimmed our rights, let off your steam
that’s what you are –
that’s who you are
A savage!
that’s what you are – that’s who you are
A savage!
When you need a hiding place
From people you should represent
Then your decisions‘ve failed
And you‘ll drown with them
crushed our freedom, with bats and waters
trimmed our rights, let off your steam
that’s what you are – that’s who you are
A savage!
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3. |
Seneca
02:52
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Wake up in terror, believe their pictures
they paint for you
Delete all options, to justify for
almighty rule
The mirror of the reign, imprison thoughts
Blurred and obscured
Dominion of prospect, imprisons every notions
Holding position tight, no other angle
With empty lines, they shape captivity
Carved for reality
Blurred and obscured
The mirror of the reign, imprison our thoughs
Blurred and obscured
Dominion of prospect, imprisons every notion
Blurred and - obscured
Wipe out all sepration
from powers holding the scepter tight
in their scarred fingers they never let go – never let go!
You played your par in this, in a game they set the rules for us
Is it worth it? all gone in the void of this game.
Is it worth it? all gone in the void of this game.
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4. |
Profit Warning
02:43
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All I see in the world today
greedy players devouring alive
our freedom and right to thrive
Burn down, expunge this world
Controlling stooges and fears
Disregarding of soul and soil
Only left arid and void
Burn down, expunge their world!
All they care for are numbers and yields
the profits extracted from bodies left
Left - left to dry
Left to dry out in the fields
That should provide their shares of life
lived in vain
beings treated like dirty rags
Misused and spilled out in chunks!
languishing generations, dispossessed of all prospects,
kept captive and restrained, for your assets and constructs.
vanishing diversity, scars in empty landscapes,
that bleed for ages while you push along your road
All they care are numbers and yields
the profits extracted from bodies left
left to dry
beings treated like dirty rags
Misused and spilled out in chunks! – spilled out in chucks!
languishing generations, dispossessed of all prospects,
kept captive and restrained, for your assets and constructs.
vanishing diversity, scars in empty landscapes,
that bleed for ages while you push along your road
Burn down, expunge their world!
Burn down, expunge their world!
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5. |
Old Youth
02:23
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Your world is spinning fast,
your time not much to be remembered
Your words are empty shells,
not more than a shiny fading pretender;
Your punch weakened while your blether filled your throat
Did we loose – the power of exclamation?
Or is it me, that just moved on lost all the grip and understanding
Indulging in the times, we shared and cared
I can’t see no commitment,
to what I once loved and lived with ferventness
Your striking squeals are hollow
No much than greasy suit, uniformed pretender
Your punch weakened while your blether filled your throat
Did we loose – the power of exclamation?
Or is it me, that just moved on – lost all the grip and understanding
Indulging in the times, we shared and cared
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6. |
Downroar
01:40
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Rise, Rise, Rise from the past
Affinity given by violence and cast
Quiet, quiet, quiet through the time
Generation held captive by semblance of pride
Tell me now, where the hell is your merit?
Straight, Straight, straight in your life
Barriers are build, seperate us form birth
Break, break, break their concrete
forms all division wipes out pumping beat
Tell me now, where the fuck was you part in this?
Smash separations that keep us apart
Erase from the past – neglect what you‘ve learned
Reasons for pride that you never achieved
Erase all you know – neglect what you‘ve learned
Erase from the past – neglect what you‘ve learned
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7. |
The Conformist
02:52
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I grasp the moment
of stucking hopeless time
Repeat my steps
on this vague bottomless line
That keeps me far
from being breathing and alive
In this cold darkness
That is enveloping life
Stream of illusion will tear me apart
No motion against it, how can I survive?
Surrounded by torrents
that keep me in check and balance
I struggle to fight
The strings around wrist and neck.
gorges round tight
the more I wriggle and combat
nothing but cripples
piled in our concious minds
Stream of seduction, will keep me in rest – keep me in rest
Pacing my heartbeat, till I‘m deaf – till I‘m deaf
Stream of illusion will tear me apart
Stream of illusion will tear me apart!
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8. |
Talcott Parsons
02:00
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no way hiding,
suck in
every moment
of this
damned existence
I can’t bear
the pounding weight of
expectations!
implications!
Pacing highly,
keeping
up with our
cast and
Blank outlook
Tempest we call reality
expectations!
implications!
expectations!
implications - of conformity, cast away - morality
Tick, tick the clock moves on, following the beat of tradition
Can’t evade these vices, pinning my vessels
Tick, tick the clock moves on, hammered in our minds by convinction
what’s introtctrinated since generations
Tick, tick the clock moves on,
I can’t get out! I can’t deny!
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9. |
Shithole Governments
02:52
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And while they struggle and strain
Escaping wasteland, once called home,
bury our history, our failing,
cancel veiled plans of great empires
Look what we‘ve left are chaos and imbalance,
the constraints of this age, choke every progress
confusion of reality, does not purge our blame
It’s our obligation and not our choice
And as they seek redemption, on paths both rotten and lethal,
They drown in depths and recoil from fences built
confusion of reality, does not purge our blame
It’s our obligation and not a choice
And as they seek redemption, on paths both rotten and lethal,
They drown in depths and recoil from fences built!
confusion of reality, does not purge our blame
It’s our obligation and not a choice
Just look around
how we availed
of their nemesis
It’s never been a choice!
They now lay naked and peaked,
in ditches trenched by colonial greed
Children denied of their future
Children robbed by sunken empires
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10. |
Kibera
02:01
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Corrupted nations tear apart,
dismantel culture and slash open heart
With helping hands you built addictions,
in times of war your machinery walks,
——
Gained your power with fear and opression
Enforced your wealth on the loins of the living
Corrupted nations tear apart,
dismantel culture and slash open heart
—-
Corrupted nation tear apart,
dismantel culture and slice open their heart
With helping hands you built addictions,
in times of war your machinery walks
—-
Gained your power using fear and opression
Enforced your wealth on the loins of the living
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11. |
Golden Bricks
03:45
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Walls and alleys, street by street, voices that vanish, in hollow concrete
Taken from us, in bold disdain, lost all its beauty and put in chains
put in chains
And you reach out, out for more,
Infinite greed, things left to own?
Walls and alleys, street by street, voices that vanished, in hollow concrete
Taken from us, in disdain, lost all its beauty and put in chains
put in chains
And you reach out, out for more,
Infinite greed, things left to own?
the block, the streets, the hoods down to the bone
the block, the streets, the hoods down to the bone
An you still reach out, out for more
Of this damn city that hides its face
Behind the golden bricks in shadows of greed
Of this damn city that hides its face
Of this damn city that hides its face - that hides its face!
Of this damn city that hides its face!
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The Cold Hamburg, Germany
Extremely furious and fervent, The Cold from Hamburg unites Hardcore and pissed off political lyrics.
The Cold is formed
by members of Post-Metal force Heretoir, ceased Thrash Hardcore band Cataract, Hardcore ensemble Grand Griffon and Crust fellows Sunlun.
Contact: thecold@riseup.net
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