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Flood
01:56
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Round up your ships before our lakes turn into floods.
The waves will crush all of our bones -
The salt will eat our flesh right off.
Yet in the stories we tell our kids we leave out we’ve failed –
Let them believe we did our best by separating glass from nails.
Propagate the eternal growing-
While the source runs dry.
Propagate the eternal growing-
Such a cruel suicide.
Round up your ships before our lakes turn into floods
The salt will eat all of our flesh RIGHT- OFF.
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2. |
Chaplin
02:11
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It’s so hard to get by these days.
I fixed my gear so I can cut a few miles off my dear.
But things break down so easily -
My paycheck said “goodbye” before I’ve even seen it.
Modern times in ‘36
Well I’d rather swap that world for this.
,,Keep working men, till the end of the day”
In your sweet thoughts of safety – some fill their lives that way.
Clock your hours
While the hours pass by.
The world’s too fast at pace
to accept your vote on it – all of it.
So forget about your manners
Forget about the past
We are with many
Still it’s us who lost.
They say it’s hard to get by these days
That’s only true because we let ourselves be shaped that way.
We can break it down
‘cause we’re behind it.
Pull the plug out of it all and cost ‘them’ millions.
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3. |
Intelligent Design
01:59
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There’s a book that they want you to read-
‘cause it tells us what to do.
There’s no place for new ideas-
These chapters mark the truth.
How can I believe in something so sedated?
Something that feeds on people’s hatred?
All eyes turned above
In the name of holy spirits’ so-called love.
Well this myth of many years ago-
Never needed you to follow.
Now we create things of our own -
There is no need to call upon any gods.
There are no valid motives for any gods.
But they will come again- with quoted lines
Not able to look at their- cultural and historical disguise.
But they will come again – with quoted lies.
Don’t bother us – with your intelligent design (3x).
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4. |
Red Flags
02:35
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Not more than a phase is what they say -
To spring out of rebellious youth.
Well I got this temper running through my veins.
Another nihilist will be born –
Every time someone learns not to care.
It’s just another good path drowned into the mud.
We know this place is fucked.
Economics’ ‘bound to fail’ out of luck.
I want to conquer red flags to put on this soil.
It’s a crisis unavoidable –
All endings end in black-
Still we’re running to the same places like before.
Another nihilist will be born –
Every time someone learns not to care.
It’s just another good path drowned into the mud.
But it’s hard to face solutions –
If the world doesn’t see it’s wrong.
Exploitation of our land (also) invaded our souls.
We know this place is fucked.
Economics’ ‘bound to fail’ out of luck.
I want to conquer red flags to put on this soil.
It’s not so unavoidable –
As we all might think.
So rise up little socialists and dig out your old graves.
Rise up – place red flags in their head
Rise up – little socialists and dig out your old graves
It’s not so unavoidable –
As we all might think.
So rise up little socialists and dig out your old graves.
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5. |
A Mood So Ordinary
02:14
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Television snow- staring at the screen
A mood so ordinary
Stuck to the pillow all day long-
With your head in the clouds.
It’s time to energize – and walk away
Just walk away to better days.
In this town
No dreams are coming back
This shed neglects all light
Let darkness fill our heads
In this town
Nothing looks the same
Only the air is full
With shades of grey.
You better take a walk outside-
To hide from the screams.
If they follow you at night-
You’ll find your comfort here
Paranoia never took our daydreams – we’re on borderline instead.
Those voices are illusions- it happens all inside your head.
In this town
The routine’s made an art
Got my pills at half past five
They say ,,they give me back my life.”
It’s all about survival.
It’s all about coping with stress.
I can’t see why – I can’t fit in.
I can’t see why.
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6. |
On Fake Borders
02:18
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“ I’ll never meet on your terms!”
They said in twofaced parade
“I don’t share your reliefs”
“I don’t share your beliefs”
Keep on building your walls – On fake borders and guard them with guns
Keep on throwing those silly rocks – Instead of talking, fire more bombs
You cannot stand the peace they seek – integrity is for the weak
You cannot stand their holy land – because it’s yours to keep
Bring up that conversation about history and gas chambers
But you know that that’s so out of place here
Build another wall – yet another wall (2x)
Not with bricks but with muslim skulls
Keep on building your walls – On fake borders and guard them with guns
Keep on throwing those silly rocks – Instead of talking, Fire more bombs
You’ll keep on throwing shit around and it never ends
You’ll keep on throwing dirt around and it never-never ends
You rather slit their throats than confessing you are wrong
You rather slit your throat than confessing you are wrong
Keep on building your walls – On fake borders and guard them with guns
Keep on throwing those silly rocks – Instead of talking, Fire more bombs
You’ll keep on throwing shit around and it never end.
You’ll keep on throwing dirt around will it ever-ever end
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7. |
Emma
02:46
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This sight took all your dreams away
Not a free world but a masquerade
Too many presidents who said:
“Let’s kill the sons I never had”
An oppressed nest’s where you’re coming from
You refused the plan that was made for you
A little girl who kept on dreaming of
the promised free world - not free at all
(And he said)
“Let’s kill the sons I never had”
Not a metaphor
But the men he sent to death in war to loose their heads
It’s all broken promises in (an) ignorant debate!
An oppressed nest’s where you’re coming from
You refused the plan that was made for you
A little girl who kept on dreaming of
the promised free world - not free at all
You’ve come a long way (3x)
To fight the treason of the lot
This sight took all your dreams away
Expression vs. Oppression
Intelligence lost from ignorance
This sight took all your dreams away
An oppressed nest’s where you’re coming from.
You refused the plan that was made for you
A little girl who kept on dreaming of
the promised free world - not free at all
Do you think it Works? Your ‘anarchy’ plot?
I wished it would work, but our minds stay locked
But remember you did well
Dear Emma you did well
Red Emma your ideals will stay and in our hearts we will always say:
“Don’t let this sight take all your dreams away”
“Don’t let this sight take all your dreams away”.
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8. |
Soapbox
01:56
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Most things thrive on coincidence
I saw a man with a gun in his hand
Not knowing what a human life is worth
I spoke some words to ease his mind
Let him see there are more things to find
In life than the battles he believed in
This world is made of glass
Everything that’s come will pass
Anything can change the balance of our existence
A fundamental formula
Settling everything we know
Forget about that god of yours - create your own world
One day he read a science book
It changed how he looked at the things he couldn’t see
And it set him free
This world is made of glass
Everything that’s come will pass
Anything can change the balance of our existence
A fundamental formula
Settling everything we know
Forget about that god of yours - create your own world
One year later I saw this man
He never held a gun again
He had a glow I’ve seen before on the men with a more rightful course –
In our history, by refusing the doctrines - take control- standing on a soapbox, screaming: “Revolution”
“Revolution”
“Revolution”
“Revolution”
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9. |
Torches (Acoustic)
03:01
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Fascist regime is in control
You cry but follow its rules
Maybe it’s not the time
To act so nice again
A place where your thoughts are wrong
No control over where you belong
This season need your torches
To burn the crown that kills your thoughts
You wanted love
But they cannot accept yours
‘cause you should live
Like your Caesars ordered you
Fascist regime is in control
You cried still follow its rules
Maybe it’s not the time
To act so nice again!
You wanted freedom
Let the media speak free
But they got their force on it
To keep their facts the truth
You crave for different words
Words that feed your ideas
But it’s never accepted
To step out of line
These places exist
Sadly everywhere
You can’t make me believe
That this is what we want?
Bow your head so desperately
Like a government mule
Why act so acceptive?
When it’s time to break the rules
This season needs torches
To bury any crowns
This season needs torches
To take back what is yours!
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