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Confessions
01:41
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The door is closed and I´m still waiting - waiting to die, waiting to be reborn
This can´t be a place at all,
This is my hell and I´m captive in this shell
Left alone, left to depent, left to die
Because I´m sentenced to life...
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Sentenced To Life
04:44
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A while ago i said to me:
Many restrictors came to the point
That human life is the holy
Thing with unbound divine joint
So dispose death penalties
To a mind so dearranged
Protecting strangers of which they not know
Save their lifes for humanity
I have to say that I agree,
But not the way in which they want:
To punish villains with a life
In everlasting isolation
(Is) even more a rightous way
To sentence them for their cruel mistakes
To make them suffer with their feelings
Which are hopefully came to be
REF:
When I regret my faults
The door has closed before
Loneliness is mine
Sentenced To Life
Once your thoughts has came to be
That death is not the badest thing
Opened your eyes to the believe
That it´s not worse to hang on a string
The iniquity of taking life
Is just a pretence for a few
Religious backward thinking fools
Which want to possess your life!
Let their bodies burn alone!
In relentless flames of desperation
Of their hindsight of the fact
That they will never be released!
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this endless charade of issue false
penetrates the nerve so hard
puts notions on our disturbed thoughts
so foolish and retard
all these insecure puppets swinging
jerking on their string
convey a meaningless way of life
where all virtues are ending
proclaming canned conceptions
filled with frivolity and more
they pour this waste
in the ears of our system
like a cunning snake they
infiltrate, intoxicate, annihilate
other sparks of thoughts
will be sentenced to the grave
REF: still striving for freedom
we obey reason enshrined
to arm us with consciousness
death we´ll bring to the lairs
striking at their ferocious heart
we stamp the waste into the ground
into the dustbin of history
never again unleashed
this reek will not stink anymore
the thoughts will be and so grow more
to raise the entities to spiritual wealth
meaning as our status quo
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4. |
Manifesto
01:53
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5. |
Power To Be
05:44
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As corruptionists went by
To the sound of their own decay
Without batting an eye
They raise up to betray
The tune of their fraud
Infects the sweeping mass
A prolonged applause
Comes from the economy class
We will recall…..
The scum of society
In the name of all…..
Of all that have the power to be
We will recall…..
The scum of humanity
In the name of all.......
the forces will be unleashed
Cynical mockery
Thoughts so self-absorbed
The dispatch of honesty
Kills you inside from your core
Dynasty
of morally
degenerates (scorn all the people to have...)
Ability
to neglect
democracy (for warcrimes, terror and pain)
...
Maintainers of all our terms so kind
Engage us for the right way to find
Handle our divine sparks with care
To fill the leaders hearts with fear
Maintainers of all our terms so kind
Engage us for the right way to find
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No matter how the days have wandered
I´ve got no more strength to get up again
No matter how the days have wandered
My passion´s got shattered
Body immovable, thoughts divagate
Seconds pass by like painful endless hours
Nothing to do, all seems so hard
The times of everlasting emptiness
Ending with myself
(ending with myself)
just end with all this pain
(just end with all this pain)
Ending with myself, just end with all this pain
I can´t do this so I´m gonna suffer on again
Nothing to do, all seems so hard
The times of everlasting emptiness
Loneliness inside, outside a lifeless shell
Why do I not end with myself?
No matter how the days have wandered
I´ve got no more strength to get up again
No matter how the days have wandered
My passion´s got shattered
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Catharsis
02:33
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Feeling the heat of my inner needs,
A will to go, a need to be
In constant motion my body aches,
For some inner movement that gives him a wake
From passive actions I´ve got to flee,
Perpetual spirits that set my thoughts free
Ideas of change, on fuel – no break,
My unsettled head does not rest on any stage
REF: Sometimes I feel a distant cry
Like of myself, but still an other mind
I don’t feel comfortable, yet unsure
A mind that still not know where to go
Body on fire, restless my mind,
Like a steady clockwork that always rewinds
Always haunting, next goal to fulfill
That enhance a feeling of importance to be
Coming to terms I´ve got to say
That my life was good when I´ll pass away
As in your derangement, my thoughts on display
But as you see my strength shrinked every day
Think forward - no coward(ness) inside my mind
Regret nothing – stand for something that you want to change
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9. |
Feed The Dumb
06:58
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ohhhhh nooooooo
i can´t take it anymore,
Everytime
I turn the tube
I feel sick
... of all the shit that we see
... degeneration of our brains
What the fuck is going on?
Seems the dumb have burned...
REF: Is there any right to stay?
If we still feed the dumb
Is there nothing left to say
If we still feed the dumb
Is there any right to stay?
If we still feed the dumb
Is there nothing left to say
If we still feed the dumb
... all sense of decency
... the last piece of morality
Feed the masses just with shit
tell them lied and they will split
Enslaved by the powers to be
no one will question, you will see.
Just believe in what the TV says,
you can reign till the end of days
But when you get tired of the crap,
just come over here (my friend)
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