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BORN GUILTY
03:10
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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
03:11
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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...
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RUBBISH IN YOUR HEAD
04:03
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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
03:55
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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
04:26
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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
04:14
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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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7. |
THE ROADRUNNER
02:37
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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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8. |
LARVAE VAMPIRE
03:39
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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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9. |
WAY TO PURGATORY
03:29
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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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