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BORN GUILTY

by ESTIGIA

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BORN GUILTY 03:10
BORN GUILTY Living in a fucking fairy tale Predisposing me against Rising naturally from the surge Human being forgot about Sickness, social pathology, Fundamental sense blocking tool Fenced minded masses bloody guide Perfect way to live against yourself Face down, humiliated, prostrate Empty thoughts come out from the absurd Kitsch pest hides away all the right Healthful instincts await you to follow Decadence has the need for the lie The condition to stay and hold The condition to stay and endure Perfect way to live against yourself Rest stuck in the big no sense Being a guilty born Remain stuck like a worthless stuff Being a guilty born Being a guilty born Live against yourself, forget the complaints Being a guilty born Never listen what your logic and sense say Be a guilty born Throw away the risky freedom out yourself Be a guilty born
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DEHEADING MACHINE Come down to our world and taste what’s real Look around and struggle hard to go ahead Wonder how the rabble and live like this A kind of a hell... This true is far away from your luxury cave “Lead” again your proxies in and old/new crusade Go further trough the story of your conquerors race (and) Hush it up again!!! Then think about who has to pay the bill For sure it’s not you, that cannot fit your brain How could nobody ask you to peel the fruit Don’t get your hands dirt Don’t think, the solution comes to you Oh yes, in a sense you can’t assume Be scared, the machine was made for who?!?! To expect that your laws would change the scene, Is an error (that) many others have made before Stir up your hosts ‘till you don’t feel your heels Later try to calm down... The meaning of the hell is something clear You could ask your ancestors why they fled (it was) Late! When we realized the mistake It will not happen again Forging the blade, there is a job for the grindstone... Forging the blade, in the way to assemble... Forging the blade, we cannot wait to get you Forging the blade... catch you... The time that your lie is seen to fail Has arrived, but don’t worry the machine is here “Divine” justice, just for once, will fall on your neck The machine is ready... Forging the blade, there is a job for the grindstone... Forging the blade, in the way to assemble... Forging the blade, we cannot wait to get you Forging the blade... catch you...
3.
RUBBISH IN YOUR HEAD You walk slow down the road Holding (the) bible strong as your guide Feeling so small for that ride Crying that hell on earth is here, (in) whom I can rely? (In) whom I can rely? You would not deal again, without support behind you All of this old fear of blame Long embedded in that crazy dark hole of your mind Dark hole of your mind Crying all the time Who will lead me? Who will help me? Who will cleanse me to ease my fears? Who will uprise, against evil Long time I learnt was inside me? Repent sinner!! God has told me (that) there is a devil inside of you!! Bare your soul here!! In my God’s house!! You will soon have nothing to hide!! Rubbish in your ears Rubbish trough your mind Now I’m empty, my fears are gone I’m a blank sheet, please start to write! I will learn such a destiny awaits To a servant whose mind is blind Don’t ask questions!! Dirty sinner!! I will record my truth with fire!! It will hurt you, but no matter!! (the) way of Lord is your suffering... Run away, blowing down the doors of your hell Don’t think (that) anyone but you Has built your sightless jail Built your sightless jail... Buried deep under a dirty culture of blame Can’t resist a lie so deeply hooked on you Break your chains and get awake to live your live Don’t let them impose their truth!!!
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THE LONG FINGER An odd evolution, some are trending to Longer index fingers, than the middle ones Like Pinocchio’s nose grows, by telling lies Forefingers grow, pointing out the mote Mote on brothers eye Mote on brothers eye Mote on brothers eye That’s the way to feel better By “defeat” of your neighbour Instead of valuate your merits up And despite the good they could have You criticize, you point your finger to Those who you consider a menace Used like a sword, used like a spotlight (to) ward off ghosts, (to) try to put them down Mediocrity as the background To care about, to care about The others life is reason enough to take them down Reaching out the control, sucking up to be, The camera of the big brother, judge and jury too Holy inquisition, faithful seer and tool Train you biggest finger Pointing out the rest Pointing out the rest Mote on brothers eye Mote on brothers eye The guardian of the moral From the pulpit watch to the world Nothing your big digit cannot point on Criminal mind, long finger as a weapon Deformity, abnormal punishment tool Builder of blames, mediocrity you lie on Builder of blames, long fingers bending the world
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LIFE IS SIMPLE I’ve a pain inside, I tried to hide in for long time. But now I come back and wonder, if, it might been otherwise How I left the time to (teasing past will come back) cover the chance To pull me out of this swamp in which my feet are trapped in, are trapped in... To have a reason... To get a new state... A vision... of what could, of what could have been Vision of an alternative life How could I teach to myself The way to focus all my needs on? Right or left side is what I have to choose to avoid all that I repent of My hell could be a heaven If I could find the reason Of why I took the right way (When) my soul was on the left one My hell could be a heaven If I had known to stand out The real needs for a simple life Life is so simple... Life is so simple... So easy to foul it up! Life is so simple Just take a look inside What do you think you will find? We build our own hell So far I pushed aside To think about that phrase Long ago I heard Life is so simple... Live is so simple but We like to foul it up Filling our time with things Not filling us at all Life is so simple... I created my own hell By riding my own way Choosing the right options But criteria was wrong I’m wrong I’m not in hell I’m simply in my way I still can break out, break out
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CHANGES TO AVOID CHANGE Paint the old façade in green Avoid to see the old black tone Soon the old rust will appear Analyze why it happens Paint again but now in red Even apply now two coats, two coats No, my friend, don’t be surprised Begin to scratch the wall Rust flakes falling over your face Take breath and try again A hammer is all that you need Just hit and hit again Until your harms really hurt Shit! All this wall is rust! Why we’re painting it again and again? What kind of view Hides the rusty wall Darkest facts you will find behind Hell! How the fuck raised up the wall? Hell! And we just criticize the tone Change, what change is which that nothing changes Changes, so that nothing changes Changes, just to hide that nothing changes Changes to hide that nothing changes Look the cracks in the wall Sitting patiently in front of it Focus your mind to observe It falls to pieces by itself What should be built instead Just free your mind and let... Just free you, free your mind and let... The real change arise in your head Changes to change Like a wave flooding the old ways Changes ahead New foundations aiming to rebuild Free of old grime Change to change as supposed to be Change is to change The change is to change The change is to change
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THE ROADRUNNER Endless haunt The frustration you live in is an endless search Endless haunt Restless search of new methods feeds up your sickness Insane haunt looking just for the next chance, flash forward the past Insane haunt hopeless recurrent nightmare, unattained wish Falling down, once again, approaching your shadow Falling at, deadly speed, `till crashing your shadow Endless haunt The frustration you live in is an endless search Endless haunt Restless search of new methods feeds up your sickness Insane haunt looking just for the next chance, flash forward the past Insane haunt hopeless recurrent nightmare, unattained wish Unable to swallow The lack of success This void life makes you feel frustrated I tried and try!! Him, trap him, trap him Reach that dream Hell, send him, to hell Terminate Spit on His bloody corpse Unable to swallow The lack of success This void life makes you feel frustrated Endless haunt The frustration you live in is an endless search Endless haunt Restless search of new methods feeds up your sickness
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LARVAE VAMPIRE Larvae vamps, those can be found, in their gold caves, protected, safe Rest unconcerned, rest so well-fed, has no to care, dad will provide... Messing around surrounded by only the same class of bloodsuckers Will only accept those who have the same taste for blood You called, the chosen ones, to steer... The first step (is), to build around your warm cocoon, to isolate The synergies (are) to be created, but only with your fellows Believe your lies, believe your lies, is the main lesson to learn Believe your lies, believe your lies, record this clear in your mind Believe your lies, make the crowd believe Believe your lies, make the crowd believe Believe your lies, believe your lies Fake out again and again... Fake out, you, the chosen ones, to grab... (what you learnt is yours) Fake out, you, the chosen ones, to plunder (all the “other ones”) Larvae vamps, learning to suck Larvae vamps, aiming to suck Millions of necks full of sweet blood to suck Larvae vamps wait for their turn to suck Sweet blood Sweet blood Sweet blood Sweet blood Believe your lies, make the crowd believe Believe your lies, make the crowd believe Believe your lies, believe your lies Fake out again and again...
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WAY TO PURGATORY In better seas, hoist it sails now, This, the little vessel, of my genius, here, now, here, now Behind a sea so cruel Behind a sea so cruel I saw beside me an old man Worthy of so much reverence his look, his look As rays of the four stars That him I saw as the sun Who are you? Who? Fled away from eternal prison Who guided you? Or been your lamp out of the night profound Out of that night even makes black the infernal valley? Out of that night... This one has never his last evening seen But by his folly was so near to, near to Little time was there to turn Little time was there to turn To rescue him, and the other way was none That this to which I have myself betaken To rescue me, and the other way was none That this to which he has himself betaken The throng which still remained there Al round about them gazing This people lifted up their faces and ask Where the way is, unto the mountain? Souls saw me, saw me draw breath Aware that I was alive Souls saw me, saw me draw breath I had just fled, in the way to purgatory!! The hell’s so real So real The hell’s so real So real The hell’s so real So real

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Ander Izeta - Guitars, backing vocals
Beñat Narbaiza - Vocals
Ibi Sagarna - Drums
Javi Goikoetxea - Bass

Recorded at Ander's Studio, Zarautz, between march and july 2014.
Recorded by Ander Izeta.
Mixed and mastered by Unai Moraza and Ander Izeta.

Music by Ander Izeta, lyrics by Alberto Garcia.

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released September 15, 2014

Album Cover: Design by Nestor Urdampilleta.
Photo: Gorka Lasa, model Haitz De Diego

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