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Ashes of humanity
03:53
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THERE WHERE THE SUN HAS NEVER RISEN. THERE WHERE CHILDREN WERE BORN DEAD. THERE WHERE LIGHT CANNOT SWITCH THE DARKNESS OF ALL BLIND ILUSIONS OFF. WATCH THE ASHES OF PEOPLE´S WILL. I DON´T WANT TO WANT WHAT I NEED TO HAVE AND I DON´T WANT TO SEE. ME AND YOU TOGETHER IN NEED. I STEP ON THE EDGE. THERE, WHERE IT´S HARD TO KEEP BALANCE. I´M IN DECLINE. I WOULD RATHER STAY IN A LONELY PLACE WHERE THE SUN NEVER RISES.
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Destroy you all
04:06
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WE´VE GOT THE MESSAGE FROM OUR ROTTEN ANGRY SOULS. SO WE WILL SILENTLY KILL EACH OTHER‘S HAPPINESS. THE REAL VIEW OF OURSELVES, RUNS THROUGH THE WINNING IGNORANCE. THE REAL VIEW OF OURSELVES SUFFERS IN SPACE OF INNER FEAR. DON´T WORRY BE CRUEL AND LET YOUR PASSIONS DESTROY YOU ALL. JUST BREATHE IN YOUR LIES IF YOU´RE THINKING THAT IN ERROR YOU´RE LIFE HAS A FUTURE. MORE THAN OUR PEACE IS OUR FAITH IN „TO HAVE SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE TO KEEP US CALM, TO KEEP US THINKING THAT WE ARE OK“. THE FACE OF OUR FAITH LOOKS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL, DELICIOUS PLATE OF SHIT. IS THIS ENOUGH FOR YOU? WE´LL DESTROY YOU ALL, WE´LL DESTROY ALL OF YOU TO THE LAST. IF YOU BREAK MY PRIDE, I´LL CUT YOUR HEAD. WHAT BIG AND STRONG PEOPLE WE ARE!
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Rise up again
03:17
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WE´RE GONE, NOWADAYS. BUT OUR BODIES ARE STILL MOVING, GRIPPED BY JUST ANOTHER ENGINE FLAVOURED APATHETIC FEAR. WELL, OUR SALVATION STAYS STILL NEAR, BUT WE RATHER ORDER JUST ANOTHER BEER WHICH MAKES US FEEL SUFFERING. HEY MR. PRIDEFUL LEADER, MAN, WHY DIDN´T YOU WANNA TAKE MY HAND, WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO BE BETTER THAN YOUR BRAINLESS WORKING HANDS. YOU DON´T BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND. LOOKOUT AND DISCOVER YOUR FEARFUL LAND, LET YOURSELF MEET YOURSELF AGAIN AND DO IT FUCKING QUICKLY. RISE UP AGAIN, STAY TRUE. RISE UP AND BLEED JUST FOR THAT TRUTH. DON´T LET YOUR BLACK HEART COMMAND AND LEAD YOU, WHEN YOU´RE TRYING TO LEAD OTHERS. I CAN GIVE YOU AN IDEA, HOW CAN YOU DO IT BETTER, TAKE JUST ONE BULLET. YOU FEEL SO SICK OF YOUR GODDAMNED CHARACTER, YOU´RE SICK OF YOUR HOPELESS LIFE. I CAN GIVE YOU THE WAY OF SALVATION, YOU SINNER, GET YOUR BULLET IN YOUR GUN AND SAY GOODBYE! KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, YOU GOTTA KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER! BODYˇS NOT MOVING, NOTHING LEFT. O GREAT BIG NOTHING, TELL, HOW ARE THEESE SOULS, CIRCULATING WITHOUT FAITH IN BETTER DAYS, HERE TO STAY.
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WHEN YOU ARE SITTING AND JUST WATCHING THINGS THAT PARALYZE YOUR HEAD WITH SUPER TROOPER HYPER MEGA VIEWS INTO YOUR FUCKING FUTURE, KID, DON´T WORRY EXPECT DEATH AND FACE YOURSELF ALIVE AGAIN IN THE PRESENT GLORY OF YOUR OWN SHIT ON YOUR KNEES. YOU´LL FIND YOUR PEACE YOU HIPPIE CUNT. LISTEN TO MY JUDGEMENT, NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU STINK, NO MATTER WHERE YOUR TEDDY BEAR IS, ´CAUSE WE DON´T CARE, WE DON´T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR DRUGS WHICH FORCE US TO LISTEN TO YOUR STUPID BULLSHIT PSYCHOTIC VISIONS. MANY OF THEM WILL BE USEFUL ONLY FOR YOU AND YOUR SPIRITUAL PROGRESS. HEY YOU HIPPIE CUNT, LISTEN TO ME, IF YOU FEEL SO FUCKING FREE. ARE YOU SURE THAT ALL OF THOSE FEELINGS AREN´T JUST ANOTHER CELL? YOU´RE WATCHING FREEDOM BUT LIVING IN HELL. THAT’S THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR FUCKING LOVELY MARY PAIN BUT MAYBE IT’S ALL JUST ANOTHER GAME IN YOUR NAME.
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Turn this page
01:52
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I DON´T WANNA BE BURIED LIKE THE ONE WHO ACCEPTS THE BLIND WAY TO PROGRESS AND I DON´T WANT TO IGNORE IT, BECAUSE THE ONE WHO LIVES IN ME SAID: „DUDE, PEACEFIGHTING IS YOUR DEAL“
THERE IS A PLACE IN YOUR DAILY DYING HEART, WHERE THERE´S A HIDDEN CHANCE TO START, WHERE YOU CAN FEEL THE HOLY TRUTH THAT THEIR INTERESTS DON´T WORK FOR YOU. PLEASE, DON´T BE ANOTHER, MONEY DEPENDENT SELF DESTROYER LOCKED IN HIS OWN CAGE, LISTEN TO ME AND FREE YOURSELF, YOU HAVE TO TURN THIS FUCKING PAGE. EVERY SINGLE SOUL WANT´S TO BE FREE. IT´S NOT WRITTEN ON THIS PAPER BUT IT´S ROOTED DEEP INSIDE IN YOU AND ME. DON´T LET THOSE BASTARDS HAVE THEIR OWN SOUL COLLECTION. SHOULDN´T WE TRY TO MAKE A BETTER CONNECTION BETWEEN US?
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My burial
03:40
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I BURY MYSELF UNDER THE GROUND. WHAT LIES BENEATH, BEHIND THE WALL? THERE IS SOME PLASTIC THING! UNDER THE COVER, BEHIND THE KNOWLEDGE BARRICADE.WHAT IS ROTTING HERE? IS THIS GODLESS SHIT THAT THING I THOUGHT WAS ME? WHO IS THE OWNER? THE ORIGINAL BUILDER AND THE FINAL DESTRUCTOR, IF THIS BODY DOESN´T BELONG TO ME?
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY. YOUR QUESTIONS ARE STUPID, LET ´EM BURN IN TIME AND SHOW YOURSELF TO ME AS A POWER WHICH DOESN´T MAKE ME SICK.
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Brothers in pain
01:33
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HEY YOU SINNER. YEAH YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT LISTEN TO ME. ´CAUSE I KNOW IT’S THE RIGHT TIME TO ASK YOU HOW DO YOU FEEL. HOW DO YOU FUCKING FEEL? ´CAUSE I KNOW YOU, YOU LAZY GODDAMNED HAPPY BASTARD. YOU´RE SITTING IN A BAR WITH YOUR MORON FRIENDS TALKING ABOUT BULLSHIT. CAN YOU HEAR ME? HERE WE´VE GOT TIME FOR IRONIC SMILES AND FOR THOSE FILTHY JOKES WHICH WE´RE NOT PLEASED TO MAKE. SITTING AND WATCHING, BORED AND TALKING SHIT, REMEMBER TONIGHT WE´RE BROTHERS UNITED IN PAIN. I DON´T WANNA KNOW YOUR FUCKING NAME.
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whoa whoa
I´m trying to be
A systematic individual
Don´t try to judge our motivations
to do the things you think they´re going well
cuz we´re all those happy losers prisoned in our stupid bodies and just straight edge is not our fucking way.
not our fucking way
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Osa nostra
00:13
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NO MOTHERFUCKER WILL SUCK OUR CHILDREN´S BLOOD
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I AM THE SEVERED HEAD OF STATE AND MY HEART IS SOLD IN THE INTEREST OF FIGHTING GAMES WITH BLOOD AND GOLD. I CARE ABOUT MY NATION, I AM PERFECTLY EDUCATED. TELL ME WHY MY FEELINGS ARE SO SICK AND COLD? SOMETHING MAKES MY CALCULATIONS GO WRONG. I HAVE SOME FUCKING PROBLEMS WITH THOSE STINKY ANARCHISTS. COME DEAR SOLDIER, COME TO ME. WEˇRE GONNA PLAY IN MY WASTED GARDEN. IT´S ALL ABOUT LAW WARS. RESPECT AUTHORITY! SO I SCREAM TO KILL THE PAIN, I WANT TO CHANGE ALL HOPES TO FAITH IN POWER THAT PUTS ALL MY INNER SICKNESS FAR AWAY FROM ME. GIVE ME STRENGTH of MY WILL TO HEAR YOUR VOICE. LET THE SENSE OF ALL FILL THE ENGINE OF MY CAR WHEN I AM LOSING ALL GOOD REASONS TO PLAY. THERE IS A CONQUERED SOUL, TWENTY YEARS. WITH WEAPONS. ANGRY. RAW. (LET´S BREAK ALL THE RULES, BEAT YOUR MOTHER TO THE GRAVE) TWENTY YEARS OF RESISTANCE. IMMORAL RUDE BOY ON SPEED. (ALIENATED WASTED SUCKERS FIGHT EACH OTHER, BECAUSE I WANT IT). THAT’S WHAT WE NEED. LET´S TAKE ’EM ALL, THOSE WASTED SUCKERS, IN THE NAME OF GOD. GOD OF INNER WAR. GOD OF SENSELESS SHITTY CONFORMITY. NO ONE WILL STOP ME. I´M GONNA BURN FOREVER IN YOUR MIND. LOVE ME. YOU NEED ME. YOU CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT ME, DEAR HUMAN KIND. WANNA FUCK WITH FIRE? ON THE ETERNAL DESIRE, TRUST ME, I KNOW WHO´S A FUCKING LIAR
"Jeden způsob, jak číst americkou politiku, je chápat ji tak, že je založena na předpokladu, že většina světa se brzy ocitne v chaosu..."
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Discharged
00:21
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UŠI A OČI, I HLASIVKY V PÍČI. NESLYŠIM, NEVIDIM, NEMLUVIM.
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Question
05:51
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WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN WE DON´T KNOW WHO THE HELL WE ARE. WHEN WE DO GO INSIDE WE DON´T GET TO LIVE OUR LIVES. WHEN WE DO GO OUTSIDE, THEY DON´T GET OUT WITH THE ONES THAT WE NEED TO BE WITH. AND THE PEOPLE DO NOT LET US BE WITH THE ONES WE NEED TO BE WITH, THEY DON´T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THEY TAKE WHAT WE´VE GOT. SO WE DONˇT LET THEM IN AND WE NEVER LET THEM OUT. AND WE DON´T EVEN WANT THEM TO COME ANYWHERE NEAR US. AND WE DONˇT KNOW WHAT THEY´RE DOING. SO, THEY NEVER LET US IN AGAIN, UNTIL WE´RE INSIDE. DON´T EVER LET THEM COME INTO YOUR LIFE. WHERE IS YOUR SENSE OF BEING, KID, WHEN YOU´RE SICK OF FEELING FREE. DON´T YOU WANNA BE MY FRIEND, AM I FUCKING IGNORANT? SHOW ME THE WAY I HAVE TO GO TO FIND THE PLACE WHERE YOU LIKE TO GROW. I DON´T BELIEVE THAT ANYBODY WANTS TO BE ALONE IN THIS WORLD. HIT ME, DARLING, WHEN I´M SCREAMING BEFORE DYING. FILL ME WITH LOVE AND GIVE ME WINGS, CATCH MY TEARS ON THIS HOPELESS UNKNOWN ROAD, FEEL ME DEEPER, I WANT GO HOME, WHERE THERE’S CENTRAL NAVIGATION FOR ALL THE HEARTS WHO´VE LOST THEIR STATIONS ALONG THE WAY.
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EVERY FUCKING MORNING WE WAKE UP TO THE WORLD WHICH TRIES TO PUT OUR HEART AWAY AND MAKES US RESPECT ITS OWN RULES. THOUSANDS OF THE MIGHTY SELL DRUGS ON GOLDEN PLATES TO BILLIONS OF SUCKERS. THEY´RE TEACHING PLASTIC SMILES THAT HURT AND CALL IT A CURE FOR MISERY. THEY SAY:“WORK FOR US, EAT OUR BREAD, FUCK ALL THE QUESTIONS, THEY´RE ALL BAD. YOU HAVE TO SWITCH YOUR BRAIN OFF AND IGNORE PAIN IN OUR SPECIAL HYPOCHONDRIC FLATS. DON´T FEEL SICK OF BEING PART OF MASS DESTRUCTION PROGRESS LINES. STEP BY STEP, MY DEAR, WE´RE COMING OUT TO CRUSH YOUR LIFE AND BLOCK YOUR MIND. SHOW ME YOUR CRAZY STYLE OF FLIGHT, DON´T MAKE ME CRY.“ THEY CAN PROMISE YOU A BIG FUTURE AND THE EASY KIND OF LIFE. THEY CAN SET YOU IN A CIRCLE AND WATCH YOU PLAY. MAKE YOU WANNA BE THE MEMBER OF THEIR FUCKING GAMES. FUCKING SLAVE. DON´T LET THESE BASTARDS STEAL YOUR SOUL! DON´T LET THESE BASTARDS STEAL YOUR SOUL! DON´T LET THESE BASTARDS STEAL YOUR SOUL! DON´T LET THESE BASTARDS STEAL YOUR SOUL! DON´T LET THESE BASTARDS STEAL YOUR SOUL! DON´T LET THESE BASTARDS STEAL YOUR SOUL! DON´T LET THESE BASTARDS STEAL YOUR SOUL! DON´T LET THESE BASTARDS STEAL YOUR SOUL!
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