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My homeland is there, I hate and been hated the most.
Eradicated dreams, from a fragile young soul.
Killing a few, innocents nothing will change.
What should I do, I don' know other way
Born you, trust you, feed you, please you,
with indoctrination, hate, and aversion.
My prison is built, from stressed civilian flesh.
They kill to survive, but I kill for my death.
All things we won, with tears and blood,
now they say, that we own them before.
Born you, trust you, feed you, please you,
with indoctrination, hate, and aversion.
I born you, I trust you with indoctrination,
I feed you, I please you with hate and aversion.
KILL WITH ME, HATE WITH ME, DIE WITH ME.
You change your freedom for promoted safety,
I damn you, appall you cause all this is empty.
KILL WITH ME, HATE WITH ME, DIE WITH ME.
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I wonder
05:47
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I tried to find, a place for my soul.
Traveling the mountains to find gold.
Walking in forest and fighting with ghost,
Swimming in the ocean and I was so strong,
So strong
Why the forest has beautiful trees.
And the ocean the blue of porcelain/
Why the sky born new clouds
And why people have so much pain
So where is the new king, to give us only dreams and hope,
Give as a new god, a secret spirit, only with promises and miracles.
It’s endless night, it’s our new prayer
It’s the end of dream and it comes for ever
I was so alone, I was so alone,
Everything it’s gone, until she’s come!
In the dark, in the dark, I escaped, I escaped.
In the fight, in the fight, I change, I change.
The rules again, the prophecy, the seasons
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JusUS saves
01:38
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-Instrumental-
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Superstitious
05:45
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Some things can’t change. No matter how you want.
Your complain to whatever you call god.
There is no happiness, only joy of pain.
There’s no logic humans, only acceptable insane.
Addicted to live. A life I’ve never choose.
Inside a fable between using and getting used.
There is no hate, only instinct reaction.
There is no love, only joy of seduction.
Paradox is all my life, and I’m very proud of this.
I will build my prison fucking piece of shit.
I don’t need your guidance, and I don’t need your law
I’m tired of your show, give to an other my role.
My Jesus is a junkie, and he’s very close friend,
Fuck your bureaucrat god and see you at the days end
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose, only my sinful soul.
Lucifer and God, stick it to your hole.
(I blaspheme the death it gave me his prospect ion
I blaspheme the fate and it gave me direction.
I blaspheme god, he send his inexistence
I blaspheme my past and it gave my distance.)
(I blaspheme myself, I invented fake heroes
I blaspheme alone and it gave my a mirror
I blaspheme my child he took from his beauty
I blaspheme the devil, gave to me his duty.)
Superstitious minds, syndrome of blind fate,
Untold and holy crimes, CRUSADORS.
Crucify my fate, ignorance my truth,
their greediness is sacred, WHO NEEDS THEM
Paradise seems like brochure for vacations,
With expensive tickets, FUCKERS
The fear knocked the door, and the faith opened
It is mine not yours, I’M FREE NOW
Enough is now enough, meter to the meter,
Just leave me alone, my conscience.
Enough is now enough, meter to the meter,
Just leave me alone. Myself.
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Phantom limb
08:42
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I remember the nights, you were staying till I sleep,
and you were shaping my dreams with a soft last kiss.
I wring my pillow hard, like I did to her,
there is a truth to find out, but I dont know if I'm prepared
All the now are simply passing by,
and they're becoming past in front your eyes.
Things you love with always born and die.
Where do the moments go, where the memories build nest
Who knows what come next.
Now I'm rending your photoes, and I throw them to the sea,
but the morning find them, under my pillow fixed.
You are my phantom limp, I lost you but still hurts,
maybe it's right that begin, is the lover of the end.
All the now are simply passing by,
and they're becoming past in front your eyes.
Things you love with always born and die.
Where do the moments go, where the memories build nest
Who knows what come next.
I dream you at night, the day I damn you.
You are a ghost, and I can't hung you.
It feels so real, when drunk I hold you.
I wish I could, in my bottle to lock you.
Your kiss become, scar on my face.
I'm staring for hours, your empty place.
I'm calling your name, inside my rave.
I can't anymore, pretend the brave.
I tried to find, a place for my soul.
Remember the night, you staid till I sleep.
Some things can't change, nomatter how you want.
My homeland is there, you hurt me the most.
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