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Advertise Paradise
01:31
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I’ll take it, I’ll take it slow
I’ll drink it like pain
Blissful turning
Silent whore
Wheels are burning
One night god
I won’t break it, I’ll take it slow
It tastes like fear
I’ve been raped and I’ve been told
To keep sinking in fake gold.
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Defined by looks and no trace of substance
What do they hide behind their make-up?
All they want is things to stay the same
Punk Rock in the wrong hands
Just words stolen from books they might as well burn
Layers of style upon layers of nothing at all
Wasted, gutless intellect
Hairstyle it’s not a lifestyle
Rulers of the freak nation, they wear their shiny crowns
Frigids and puritans disguised as artists
Choose easy targets to scare away
This teenage revolt is just a screen.
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4 AM Condition
02:19
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Came back late at night
Bursting into prayers
Now we’ll fake a way
We spent years to pay
Just to fuel this pain
Alright
I’ll try
Breakdown
Next time
It’s not impossible
We’ve seen this world in rage
And who knows who’s to blame?
Priests and shows and pills and speeches
Melting through my head
A name.
I recognize that name.
Worst
Days
Shine
Change.
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Praise the people with shotguns
The order of the state
Feeding culture with hammers
Flags are dangerous friends
The lesser of two evils is a god to me
Fake enemies I must fight
Second hand thoughts and dirty handshakes
There are faces behind those masks
Wrong war
Whose choice?
Blindfold.
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This is how the story ends
I became your second best
I’ve been forced to waste my days
Tame my fire for someone else
Born into this set of hours
Work and die for more
It’s just a cycle of deception
Trained to march so numb
(Nothing to rearrange
And I still forget my pain)
Lie.
Life.
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6. |
The Path Most Travelled
01:22
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Dead lights leading us to nowhere
Our sky is pale and grey
Growl of engines feeding larvae
Shaking our senses
And the stomach turns
Wait for all
Now take it away
Buildings throwing up and trembling
Crippled and desperate eyes
Run in circles within circles
Green teeth collapsing
They say “one to break them all”
Drown those babies in the mud
Is this something to burn out?
I can’t tell these shadows apart
Give me something to burn out
I dance down the slime
Dead lights leading us to nowhere
I’m breeding nothing.
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7. |
National & Popular
05:59
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I’m first in the game
I eat what you bleed
I burn when I pray
And I take all I need
Faster
Blossom
Rebel
Bullshit
“I don’t need to be a global citizen
‘Cause I’m blessed by nationality”
I’m everyone’s and nobody’s friend
I’m the ghost, the anvil and the snake
“I’m naked and fearless
And my fear is naked”.
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8. |
Force-Fed on Nails
03:22
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Not even a failure
These souls are so much more
Doom figures to scare you
Crawl from this hole of worms
They’re in my body
Can’t shake them out
They’re in my body
Sharp nails
Dark preachers of hatred
They force their choice on us
Impossible fences
How can I climb these walls?
Our souls are so much more.
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The Poet You’ll Never Be
02:12
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Not an option
Blood-solid wheel
Prove it with chains
Keep it this way
This is how it ends for us
Defined by the greed of another
Replaceable and impotent
Pieces of this beast we’ve fed
So you failed
Then we failed as well
I can’t believe
This is all we have
Your sexless diatribes
Stepping on the tears of your children
Burning beneath the weight
Of such mindless pressure
My perceptions
They’re just a wretched drawing
All that they hold
Is silent resentment
Our lifestyle fantasies will be
The gun that we point into our own heads
Our hatred is a family value
There’s no forever for this.
(It’s nothing. I reach down.
I bought this picture of the world).
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Tainted pictures
Dusty edges of false memories
Cut them to pieces
And rearrange the meaning of this
A lung-shaped box where we can keep the things we miss the most.
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11. |
Blueprint of Man
03:17
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They say it’s a prey
Some pride to twist
A phrase as a blade
The fright begins
What’s hanging above her head?
Is this real?
What’s hanging inside our heads?
This is real
They hunt in their heads
They just can’t see
This blueprint of man
Is carved in fear
I cannot be
What they all wish
What’s left in here?
How far’s your fist?
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Wasted
02:16
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This rebellion is a practical joke
The talk and the walk are so far apart
But you love to act like a victim
Sleeping numb in your Rock N’ Roll fantasy
‘Cause we all love victims
And nobody wants to look behind the lies
Soaking the last remains of your brains
Just look me in the eyes and tell me
That you’re not one of them
Mean little creatures
Spreading decay
You cannot block the sun
Your darkness it’s not strong enough
This fire is primal and it lives forever.
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Tzara Ciudad Autónoma De Buenos Aires, Argentina
Noisy, dirty, aggressive Hardcore. Sometimes dark and emotional, sometimes chaotic and dissonant, sometimes heavy and groovy.
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