1. |
Fear Makes Violence
04:33
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Walking the streets of your head
It rained so much, everything is wet
It's late at night, the cars are driving
Through psychedelic red lights
White smoke from the exhaust pipes
Your brain is painted with black stripes
Engine roar fades further away
The sounds of this jungle emerge again
Walking the streets of your head
I see many creatures ready for a bloodshed
They look at me but cannot touch me
They look at me with fear
Just as if I were to pull them out
Out of your interior
They are very violent
Fear makes them violent
Because those creatures are your own fears
And they are terrified
They live in your dark side
They live in your deepest dark side
Walking the streets of your head
I’m watching your miseries from the deathbed
They are fear
they feel fear
They breath fear
Fear of fear
Walking the streets of your head
I’m watching your miseries from the deathbed
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2. |
The Third Face
03:01
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We wake up and realize
It wasn’t a bad dream
That's life, so cruel
that's people, so cruel
They cut your face
With the knives of their frustration.
They lick your tears
To forget their isolation
Protect your first face
Prepare your second face
Show your third face
The third face
The third face
Behind your mask you laugh and cry
You just show your cold eyes
Behind your mask shine like the sun
And all the power stays inside
Cover it
Hide it
Use your mask as a shield
Cover it
Hide it
As a snake
Change your skin
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3. |
20 Daggers
03:40
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Use and discard
Trust and betray
Hurt without regret
Lies and true lies
Listening to empty words
Talking to a wall
You stuck 20 daggers jn my back
20 fucking daggers in my back
Life is hard for everyone
But don’t worry my friend
Death is getting closer every day
Fighting like dogs
And then mending broken feelings
Jump into the abyss
Without me please yeah
But thanks for the invitation
Send me a postcard from hell
Life is hard for everyone
But don't worry my friend,
Death is getting closer and closer
Tick-tock tick-tock
Death is getting closer and closer
Tick-tock tick-tock
Death is getting closer and closer
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4. |
Letters To Fall
04:07
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Writing the last letter and not for the pope
Nailing the pencil with the word hope
And with the word faith I collapse
My hands tremble, drug relapse
Soaked in gasoline
Inside my dead home
Surrounded by black birds
Open the door for the newcome
Bring your pain here
A fire spark and disappear
Welcome to the house of those
Who couldn’t take it anymore
No colors in my worLd
Everything is grey
Writing the last song
I smoke my life away
Inside of suicidal home
Letters and letters pasted on the walls
Letters to the fire
Letters to freedom
I’m plenty of reasons to escape from this life-prision
Believe me my dear,
Without falling into the hole
I’ve already touched bottom
The other side seems awesome
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I’m plenty of reasons
to scape from this life-prision
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Writing the last song
I smoke my life away
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5. |
Night Shift
04:16
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When the sundown comes
Everything that lives in the night
Everything that shines sparkles attracts
Breaks the dark
Many feline eyes
The steps of the unwary stalk.
They light up by the dozen
To the beat of their walk.
When the heels tap on the road
A special echo reverberates
It’s the only thing that breaks the silence
On narrow paths urban forests like labyrinths.
Suddenly a scream
The footsteps stops
A body falls with a sharp thud
And the thousand eyes close
The hours bring gloom
And gloom turns to dawn
The dawn erases the atrocity
Just a bright silhouette drawn
During the day life simply goes on
Until the end of the sunset
When the twilight meets the night
The night shift
The night shift
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6. |
A Dry Flower
03:53
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Please Keep a dry flower
In the book of our dreams
I will write my memories
They’ll be lost downstream
And the flower will tell you tales
That you'd never believe
As I ran with the cold wind on my face
I realized that I was still standing in the same place
All memories were erased by time
But the wounds changed the beat of my heart
We no longer recognize ourselves
Pictures of our youth came from outer space
All the pain was healed by time
But the wounds changed the beat of my heart
And the flower told me tales
With the saddest minor scale
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7. |
Come To The Roots
04:12
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I invoke fallen gods
They are tired of lauds
With a church organ ablaze
Freemen dancing in the muggy haze
Caged gargoyles
Amongst the pages of a cursed bible
They broke free
They formed a circle
And they burned the liars
The shadows of unending night
People are attracted to the fire
People are seduced by free thought
People are breaking their chains with religión
Come to the fire
Come to the roots
Feel the sweat on your skin
Repression is the only sin
Come to the fire
Come to the roots
They broke free
Guilt fear obedience submission
Come to the fire.
Come to the roots.
God is an invention.
Church is a gambling house and a state creation.
Come to the fire
Come to the roots.
Feel the sweat on your skin
Repression is the only sin
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8. |
Marionettes
04:08
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We were born
With invisible strings
Tied to our bones
To enter the scene
Unbridled consumerism
Is the master puppeteer
When the courtain rises
The stage full of trash
The happy marionettes
Waiting for the next threat
Polar ice melt
Plastic everywhere
To wash our sins
With acid rain
We live as if we were immortals
Even if we were in face of death
Drought and deforestation
Toxic air pollution
Unnecessary waste of energy
We are wining this race to extinction
Feed virtual life
Destroy real life
When the courtin rises
The stage full of trash
The happy marionettes
Waiting for the next threat
Polar ice melt
Plastic everywhere
The planet full of graves
Buy a new car puppet
Show me you are cool puppet
Buy shit to eat puppet
Pray as a fool! puppet
We are the marionettes
Looking elsewhere
We are the puppets
Sweeping the dirt under the carpet
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9. |
Trip To The Core
02:47
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I travel on a stream of blood
Tunnels down
Tunnels up
I can feel it all
Pictures from childhood
I wanna stay tuned
Pictures melt into memory
Pictures melt
It seems I’ve lived another story than the one I remember
I’ve reached the door of my past
With the key in my hand
I don't know if I want to open that door
Fateful trip to the core
Something bangs on the door
From the other side
Dry branches appear under the door
The blows are getting stronger
The core is heating up
The blows are getting stronger
With the key in my hand
Fateful trip to the core
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10. |
Slaughterhouse
03:43
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Witnesses of despair
Junk food religion
Cain’s legacy
Moaning like wounded hounds
Children of authority,
Kneel in front the god of losers
Follow the path outlined
And drink the sour wine of his convictions
To the slaughterhouse
To the slaughterhouse
Follow the path outlined
Like sheep
To the slaughterhouse
Devouring media junk
Our brains feed on garbage
Perpetrating the legacy of morons
Forever and ever and ever
The legacy of morons
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11. |
Hit Yourself
01:59
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Hit yourself
Before you spit poison
Break your mouth
It’s just a toy gun
Swallow the advice
Nobody asked you for
Get lost or drop dead
Or both
Get lost and drop dead
Hit yourself
Break your mouth
It’s just a toygun
Get your amphetamines
And don’t put your helmet on
And knock your wise head
Against the wall until it explodes
Get your amphetamines
And all the drugs your body can take
And knock your wise head
Till you won’t recognize my face
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My Own Burial Barcelona, Spain
My Own Burial is a coffin that keeps old mental rags, painted with different shades of black
ink.
Post Punk & Dark Wave mixed where all the music influences from childhood emerge in a particular sound.
Uruguay and Barcelona/Spain
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