1. |
Another way to shine
04:04
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So you want to have with me a little word
and you know that i' m carrying
no silence nor a sword
Had it over, had it new, i had it old
Can you see baby
that i get so fucking cold?
Talk to me and the wall looks fine
Being deaf is just another way to shine
No caress and no offence and no defence
I' m tired to hear of that old sense
Don't want to shoot you at the back
No need to crack for you my last six pack
I can see you and your body looks good
I could make of it some dirty healthy food
But this sign you're drawing all around your face
Set the end to your nasty time of grace
Talk to me and the wall looks fine
Being deaf is just another way to shine
No caress and no offence and no defence
I' m tired to hear of that old sense
No need to crack for you my last six pack
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2. |
On the edge of freedom
02:27
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On the edge of freedom
there's a rattlesnake
Got a tongue that's melting
and a cake to bake
Got the eye that burns
Got the tail to follow
There's a fear that turns
but the rage is hollow
Did you sleep last night?
Did they tell you care?
Come the mighty might
with the dancing bear
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3. |
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I don't know what's the problem
and i don't know if it is
I dig all great disorder
but i'm losing the striptease
It doesn' t really matter
cause it's not my fucking way
I can dig your will to suffer
but i spit you anyway
Don't you want to meet the hero?
Don't you want to share the blame?
My resemblance to old Nero
doesn't mean we are all the same
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4. |
Mud 'n' Bones
02:24
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Redemption it was hidden
on a bed of thorns
deep down in the jungle
where the green is no gold
The chains were heavy
but no heavier than breath
There' s a point
when life is nothing more than death
Burn happiness to see what it makes
Release the volume and turn up the stakes
Sidekick monkeys
longtongue giraffes
mud 'n' bones
and no fucking place to run
Bend your knees boy
feed your skinny legs
Don't feel nothing
cause it's harder than it gets
Burn happiness...
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5. |
Lies and money
01:42
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So you think you say something
You say nothing at all
Don't believe it's going to happen
just because you built a world
Lies and money lies and pity
Don't believe it's all too real
Fuck your brains and bleed all guilty
There's nothing more to steal
It's getting nasty dude
It's getting nasty
The damned are coming dude
The damned are coming
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6. |
Science
02:41
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Floating down the walls of reason
and the water seems to falling out
Yellow crows are no longer out of season
What the fuck you're talking all about?
Don't mean to extend your limits
Don't mean to fullfill the noise
Mean to cover all the cynics
Lay and spill the render's voice
Baptised innocence and laughters
Seen the heads, misjudged the numbers
Seen the heads, misjudged the numbers
Baptised innocence and laughters
Don't mean to extend your limits
Don't mean to fullfill the noise
Mean to cover all the cynics
Lay and spill the render's voice
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7. |
Decomposition
02:18
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Drowning hopes
feeding fear
Youth spits fire
Decomposition we bring
Four walls moldy and rotten
enclose all the rabid dogs
Filled with fury
Chasing thoughts
Lack of restriction
The brain shows the way
Hands of wrath
take over
mistreated life
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8. |
Wanna gig
01:54
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They want a gig
They want it big
They want to save
Me wanna kill
They' re gonna twist
Who's going to turn?
They still exist
Me wanna burn
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9. |
Closing
03:40
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Acavurco Patras, Greece
Patras, greece, DIY, since 2012.
Drums: Haris B.
Bass, vocals:
Aggelos K.
Guitar, vocals: Dimitris S.
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Antiracism,
Antinationalism,
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