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Remains of the remains
02:05
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REMAINS OF THE REMAINS
Remains of the remains, basins of your eyes
stench flesh and bones, its time to say goodbye
i´m a son of the soil , but a pain in your ass
better live me alone, really deep and really down.
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Big brother
02:09
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BIG BROTHER
A country lives around an illusion, one mission to get, a dream of youth, glory´s price, will make you discover, your inner unknown, your maximum intimacy. We´re Hungry, urge and Hope, 40 millions of junkies, waiting for Big Brother again
Big Brother can you save me?
Entertain me with your inmense stupidity.
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Don’t believe
03:54
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DON´T BELIEVE
I´m Sick of listening stupid bullshit about you
I´m really sick, and i don´t care
if your word it´s floating everywhere
you´ll never get my ok
Take your starsucks latte makkiato and burn in hell
Problem isn´t Jesus, problem is in us
Problem is my friend, we´re a pile of trash
If you´re too stupid, too afraid or just so blind
Then Pray and give your money
…for your country, for your church.
I´m Sick of listening stupid bullshit about you
I´m really sick, and i don´t care
if your word it´s floating everywhere
you´ll never get my appreciate
Take your starsucks latte makkiato and burn in hell
But i´m gonna burn at all…..
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I´ll rise
02:12
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I´LL RISE
You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness. But still, like air i´ll rise
Did you wanna see me broken? bowed head and lowered eyes shoulders falling down like teardrops
weakened by soulful cries just like moons and suns
with the certainty of tides just like hopes springing high
Still i´ll rise, you may write me in history with your bitter twisted lies you may tread me in the very dirt
But still like dust i´ll rise you may cut me….
You may kill me….you may shoot me…still i´ll rise.
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Zero on the left
02:44
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ZERO ON THE LEFT
Sitting in the darkness of my room
Moving away from the world, feeling inmune
Recovering pieces of a broken heart
the reconstruction process has begun
Zero on the Left!
I already paid my price for the errors of the past
still and so there´s may dirt to clean
always there´s someone out there
even a dog or even a cat….
I was always a Zero on the Left
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Perfect family
02:10
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THE PERFECT FAMILY
I have the Perfect Family
The day is so bright and sunny
If my parents saw me,what would the say
to the person that stands here today?
And if my old friends could see all of this
would they be jealous for the fun that they had missed?
The worst is far behind me
I Have the Perfect Family
Quietly in somber sleep
Boiling rage simmers deep
From bad to worse in bounds+leaps
make no sound, he creeps
Cut along the seem. Dissection knife
Make real this dream. Resurrect dead life
Wet and cold and old and broke
Darkened room filled with smoke
Breath and Choke, accept the fact
keep all lost souls intact
Meaning in life is found. Death could be the seed
So turn up the sound, increase the speed
This is not a fight
This is my birthright
The worst is far behind me
I Have the Perfect Family.
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Seriously
02:59
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SERIOUSLY
Keep your superstitions out of public schools
Keep your outdated morality out of our bedrooms
keep your dicks ins your pants and your hands to yourselves ...around the boys, around the girls…
In god you trust, but the rest of us..We decided by ourselves, and last but not least, keep you iron age nonsense out of government.
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Summer never ends
02:24
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SUMMER NEVER ENDS
Remember going to the lake, almost every afternoon, fishing black bass with my friends, water´s melon crew. Riding bikes everywhere
listening music all the time, empty pockets and cigarettes summer never ends…
Looking back, see the past, nothing about me
Who would say one day i was, someone to believe
You can call it nostalgia, maybe melancholy
there´s nothing left inside you ,just your memories.
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Alone and gone
02:06
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ALONE AND GONE
(This is a celebration of life…for all those
who where lost early
but they´re always with us…)
River water sounds better than any music i´ve heard before an attempt to listen life in another way
Contemplation is the time when a persone asumes
his oneness with Universe.
So far from You, so far from this fucking world
Safe from the influence of human beings…
Sitting under the stars on a winter´s night
In the middle of nowhere i feel alone and good
Mighty nature´s embrace who take cares of me
Healing deep wounds from closed humanity.
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Star explosion
02:57
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STAR EXPLOSION
You claim to love the earth and sun talking thru a solar flare surrounded by red hot air
But you pray to the gun, what´s that flash in the sky
Bed time story, comfort lie We´re waiting for the star explosion We all have a number
a thousand stand in line, a thousand ways to say goodbye you still can´t look me in the eye
The more the master tell us.
the less we seem to know
Crumbling buildings, flaming cars
hit so hard, i´m seeing stars
We´re waiting for the Star Explosion.
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