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SAWA 2023 - 15 Years of Sickness

by SAWA - Hardcore Punk Festival

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UNFOLD, AND CAN NOT REPLACE HEARTLESS, THATS WHAT YOU WILL FACE PRICELESS, BUT YOU ARE DEBASED EMBRACED, BY SELFISH HATE GUILT HAS TAKEN ITS PLACE DEALING WITH LOSS AND THE FAWN LAKE OF WARS REFLECT THE GROSS UNTOLD, LIKE A VIVID DREAM UNLESS, A BLOOD SOAKED STREAM FLOWING, THROUGH OUR VEINS GUILT HAS TAKEN ITS PLACE DEALING WITH LOSS AND THE FAWN LAKE OF WARS REFLECT THE GROSS OUR MINDS GROWN TO BEAR OUR FACES ARE TO KEEP CLOSED AND WORN THAT’S HOW I FEEL COLD WAS BORN INSIDE MY BODY SEAL WE NEED HEALING WE NEED TORN WE ARE WINDED WE WILL FIND REST ONLY IF OUR MIND ARE CLEARED ONLY IF WE FIND THE KEY
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Gdje je nekad bila livada sad je velik grad, gdje je mirisala maslina sad miriše taj smrad, sjećam se te livade dok sam bila mlada, sad crne rijeke slivaju se u pluća oceana. Crni grad, crni vrag, iz rogova dim, po nama crna čadj. Hodala sam dugo u sjeni crnog grada, Sad sam crna ovca ovog svetog stada, hodala sam dugo da izadjem iz grada, sad znam sto je život bez sirena i bez rada. Crni grad, crni vrag, iz rogova dim, po nama crni mraz. . . . “Iz velikih cijevi urliče veliki Gad, to je vodja crnog Grada to je mutant Smrad! Vodi svoj grad kao dimnjak crni smog, ljudi zagušeno idu i ritam je trom!” Pa dovikaše; “Ta livada je izgubljena ali ima mnogih drugih, vratimo se na selo bez gospodara i slugi! ” ENG The black city Where there once was a meadow, now there is a big city Where the olive tree used to smell it is stinking now I remember that meadow when I was young Now the black rivers are flowing to the lungs of the ocean Black city, black devil Smoke from the horns Black char over us Black city, black devil Smoke from the horns Black frost over us I was walking for a long time in the shadow of big city Now I’m the black ship of this holy herd I was walking for a long time to get out of the city Now I know what is life without sirens and labour! Black city, black devil Smoke from the horns Black char over us Black city, black devil Smoke from the horns Black frost over us ‘From the big pipes the big idiot is roaring’ ‘It’s a leader of the black city it’s a mutant Stink!’ ‘He leads his city as the chimney leads black smog’ ‘People are walking and suffocating and the rhythm is sluggish’ ‘That one meadow is lost but there are many more!’ ‘Let’s get back to the village without masters and servants!’
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Svirepe štakorčine Egoistične morončine Hranidbeni lanci Mislima zatočeni Suženi tokovi Broje krvne ćelije Prekopavaju prošlost Frakcijski razdijeljene Gdje se stvara prošlost Gdje umire tradicija Egoizam osobnosti Duševna ekstradicija Zar sve što ostaje Kroz stotine ljudi Egoizam osobnosti Koji te sudi
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I need some time Time for myself To have a break Don’t know how much i can take You might think this is a weakness But believe me, i don’t need the stress Because I'm sure I'll tread on you And I would make you swallow your own teeth So I need some fucking time A little time for myself Just to have some fucking peace We all gotta have this I need some time Time for myself To have a break Trust me, I need that
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These walls are caving in My patience growing thin Deceived by the heart of man My eyes are filled with sin Manifested truth Looking into lies Praying this is foul We left our goals behind The absence of mind, Narrowing time Incessant decay, Desolation, a bodiless soul Living in reverse, Looking for an escape, Refraining from light Inside these dark days, Waking up in pain, It never goes away, Miasma of filth I can feel my time slowing down dealing with the pain of being awake Frozen in slow motion, this day is gone. The flies they gather quick, Decimation!
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BEEN ENFORCING REVENGE FOR MY WHOLE LIFE A SYSTEM TRIED AND TRUE SINCE NOW I'M THE ONE WHO'S BEING JUDGED I EXPECT NOTHING LESS IN RETURN CONSEQUENCES PILE UP FROM THE START THE FINAL RULING GUILTY AS CHARGED MEET MY SENTENCE WITH OPEN ARMS NOW MY TIME IS UP I WEAR MY MISTAKES ON A SLEEVE PIN THIS BADGE OF SHAME SHAPED BY REGRETS AND INIQUITY I'LL TAKE THE FUCKING BLAME CONSEQUENCES PILE UP FROM THE START THE FINAL RULING GUILTY AS CHARGED MEET MY SENTENCE WITH OPEN ARMS NOW MY TIME IS UP NO RELIEF NO EXCUSE TO THE GALLOWS TIGHTEN THE NOOSE NO CONTROL OBSOLETE SO REMOVE THE CHAIR FROM UNDERNEATH MY FEET
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xI have no more time Its civilization’s decline I’m mentally exhausted People make me disgusted Sick of conspiracy theorists Stupid fucking misogynists Religious pro-life activists Fuck liberal capitalists I have no understanding For your racist complaining They’ve made up the fake enemy To cover up their felony Created sheep mentality To confuse your reality slowly kill your dignity. Death to humanity No hope No hope
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I wanna know if I wasn't born in the right direction, of what they call the occidental part of this world. I wanna live all those nights and feel all the pressure, waiting bombs over me. I saw to expire all my dears and all my good affections, In the name of what they call the freedom war, I want the names and see the faces of all those politicians that made those promises to me. You gonna get instruction, stability for your life, a brand new government raised on the blood of mines. Richness and peaceful times, if you forget your old life. A creative massacre. Just close (your eyes).
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When hope is gone, all that is left are memories and broken bottles on the floor. Who knows what is right and when is the time To stop dreaming and forget who you really are Living in regrets is not an answer And I am not sorry for what I did Living in the past is just a trap So please don't feel any regrets. It is ok to smile, to be a little child To think, to dream, and know who you really are Take the first step, open your heart This life is just a game we choose to play so please feel no shame. Living in regrets is not an answer And I am not sorry for what I did Living in the past is just a trap So please don't feel any regrets.
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Depuis combien de temps on est en mode automatique, à se contenter de passions tristes ? Sans fausse naïveté, qui sont ceux qui se projette encore un peu plus loin que l’année prochaine ? Qui trouve encore des subterfuges pour s’échapper de la masse critique des oppressions ? Depuis quand on relativise notre souffrance d’exister ? Jusqu’au temps des réparations ou à l’épilogue tragicomique de nos vies absurdes ? Chaque certitude est obsolète. Qui sont ceux qui se projettent encore dans le « monde d’après » sans penser faire partie des âmes perdues ? Ceux qui valorisent chaque heure de servitude en brandissant le totem des libertés ? Ceux qui évaluent le niveau de démocratie au nombre de pauvres qu’on a laissé passer au travers des plafonds ce verre ? Ceux pour qui la dignité est une variable d’ajustement ? Chaque lieu familier a une odeur de naphtaline. Chaque échappatoire est suspendue à un champ de ruines. Ce qui importe le plus est pas de rester humain mais de rester en vie. Suspendus aux lèvres des pompiers pyromanes, tous à cultiver notre mal au crane, Si la guerre c’est la paix, autant perdre les deux. Si l’ignorance c’est la force, autant cesser le feu. Si la liberté c’est l’esclavage, notre passage sur Terre est un bizutage. Si on se heurte à un mur quand on se projette au-delà des lamentations, si tout le monde à tort et que personne n’a raison. Si la guerre c’est la paix, autant perdre les deux. Si l’ignorance c’est la force, autant cesser le feu. Si on se raconte un mythe de Sisyphe pour éco-anxieux. Si on se souviendra que du couvre-feu. Si on regarde passer les heures à travers nos fenêtres d’Overtone, Le futur n’appartient à personne et nous sommes morts.
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Odavno sam odlučio Voziti po svome Dati sve od sebe I ostati pri tome Držat se svog puta Kad me vuku dole Želim nad-živiti Sve te Demone Kad' odlučiš živjeti Iskreno i divlje Već napola pobjeđuješ Te iluzije Zbilje Ponekad se pitam Je li vrijedno boli? Kušnje i dvojbe Što nam mozak mori Al' život bez greški Smrt je prije smrti Ostat ću otvoren Za ruku pružit prvi Život je to pun Padova - makljaži A predat se i umrijet tiho Izlaz je najlakši Pronać' svoju ljubav Ne odustat od ideje Da najbolji dani Tek za tebe slijede Rađe ću se boriti Nego sporo blijediti U svijetu Smrti gušiti Dan za danom slabiti
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living wasted as a lifetime distant dreaming as survival and nothing more than silent dying and nothing more than basic existence, survival, delaying decay if lifetime is just digging of the holes in which we should bury our dreams i don't want to life this dying, it's only delaying. delaying decay.
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My conscience, sewn with burden Unnecessary, weights unheard of No light in sight, not a sparkle Hellfire ignites, but i don't count it Without Her, i am am nothing Paths without fate.. unclear, forgotten I am not lost, nor am i found I've seen the end, it's not that profound What do i care? I am a mistake And why would you? Life, like a bullet, Went through me and i went through Without Her, i am am nothing Paths without fate.. unclear, forgotten Scabs, scars, scrapes... I feel the warmth Feed me my fix... Place me miles below My days are numbered I want to see another And when i am wake It's just another slumber Repeating nightmares Reliving same old horrors Through all these dreamscapes I'm searching for Aura
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It is time to understand That divine teaching will be banned Don't get excited We are never entitled - Never entitled! Why we see so many people’s dream Why we deal with such lifeless greed To think or do what is right Our minds have been bright I would happily change But even first steps are deranged We seek the truth And strive for sooth But self deception Is a heavy burden The Less control we have The Less control we have The more rage we get The more rage we get
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Lanci patrijarhata rade valove koje preskaćem, ruke koje ih zanose rade prepreke kada zaplešem, čarobnjaci u haljinama mi govore da se ne mičem, moje želje i strasti su velike ja urličem, Zašto te želim sama za sebe Zasto mislim samo o tebi kad toliko volim slobodu “Bebo mi smo kanta na kraju ove ulice. Možda čak i kanistar one stare pijanice, lokva na rivi koja umire od ljubomore, dok je vjetrovi zanose u otvoreno more.” ENG Chains The chains of patriarchy are doing the waves that I’m jumping over The hands that are controling them are making traps when I start to dance Magicians in the dresses are telling me to stay still My wishes and passions are big I’m roaring! Why do I want you just, just for my self Why do I think only, only about you Why do I want you just, just for my self When I love the freedom so much Why do I think only, only about you Why do I want you just, just for my self Why do I think only, only about you When I love freedom so much The chains of patriarchy are doing the waves that I’m jumping over The hands that are controling them are making traps when I start to dance Magicians in the dresses are telling me to stay still My wishes and passions are big I’m roaring -‘Wait, wait a second?’ -‘For what?’ ‘Baby we are the bucket at the end of this street, maybe even the canister of that old drunk, puddle at the riva that is dying of jealousy, while the winds are carrying it to the open sea..’ I’m jumping over I’m jumping over I’m roaring I’m jumping over Why do I want you just, just for my self Why do I think only, only about you Why do I want you just, just for my self When I love the freedom so much
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Nad ruševinom scene Strvinari stoje Trgaju meso Za ostatke se bore Vječito su tu Oduvijek su bili Dok smo mi na dnu Oni žive u idili Štetočine scene Ruke su vezane Iskopane su oči Snage više nema Pomoć neće doći Uzalud bježiš Uzalud se boriš Nitko si i ništa Rođen da izgoriš Izopačeni umovi Lažima u nizu Prikrivenim namjera Sa maskama na licu Raširene ruke Uske zjenice Pogledi prazni Ne možeš promjenit se U mozgovima promjene Zašivena su usta Prerezani vratovi Obećanja pusta Otporom nas drobe Volja je slomljena Strah preuzima Padamo na koljena
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Where do you want to belong To dedicate your life? Good deeds, big words Whose war you want to fight? Care for yourself Learn as much you can Find your inner peace Make it happen CHANGE YOUR OWN WORLD It’s not about what they have It’s not about what they think The only thing that matters What you want to achieve Don’t have to be out there Your words might find deaf ears Your heart, your mind To change it, it’s free
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A pale grim face illuminates the sky A trove of darkness humming in my head Living in the current, I swim against the past This is my world to a dying ear A black hole of misery, consumes me I watched my world crash into the sun, voiceless Screaming for mercy, I watched myself fail, Worthless Inside this darkness, nothing is good Screaming in my head, illuminate the sky
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BORN AND RAISED TO COMPLY KEPT IN CHECK MULTIPLY LOCKED INSIDE DEAF AND BLIND A LONGER LEASH PROVIDES A SMILE YOUR GLITTERING PRISON KEEPS YOU SAFE INSIDE LIFE SUPPORT STILL KEEPS YOU ALIVE BRED TO FAIL HEAD KEPT DOWN FILED IN RANKS WITH NO SOUND HIGHER FUNCTION YOU ACCOMODATE GIVES YOU COMFORT THAT YOU FABRICATE NEW BUILD CAGES BUT FAMILIAR CAPTORS FINAL ENTRAPMENT LIFE IN SHACKLES
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It breeds again, another government’s sick child Raised to spread hatred, violence and fear To confuse, divide and conquer Mind castration, mind castration, Another government’s sick creation So now you’re taking a stand against everyone that’s not like you How does it feel, when you report to pigs? Do you really feel proud, on that short leash? Mind castration, mind castration, Another government’s sick creation They don’t care about animal rights Couldn’t care less about human lives Fueled by ignorance Driven by greed This gotta be stopped Gotta be stopped Mind castration, mind castration, Another government’s sick creation Gotta be stopped!
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Twenty-six but you don’t have an excuse Nothing in your hand, no i’ve nothing to prove The sound of the biggest failure in my life What is wrong with me? And i try, i try to find a real job Not to waste my days But it’s knocking out my head again Another saturday, another shitty night Another saturday, here in the dead city Another saturday, another shitty night Another saturday, running away from here You put your efforts your soul and it was not enough You took the wrong way to the end from the start But there’s always a part of me that never wins How i could be wrong? And i try, i try to fight the real world Give a sense to these days But it’s knocking out my head again
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Coward dies a thousand times Tell me, do you still feel alive Stand in place, moving nowhere Moving slowly to a place of someday This is my last station This train is leaving Waiting for a savior But no one is coming All the chances you didn't take All those failures you didn't make Don't feel sorry, it is OK Don't regret it, start today Embrace now this moment, don't feel sorry for yourself Miss something, don't think so, everything you need is on the shelf Start living, be grateful for the changes you will take Enjoy now, this second, and let this great feeling last.
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Les dernières lueurs du jour déclinent ce soir d’octobre. La pluie tombe sur Paris. Sur les cendres de leur empire, la jeune république pleure, enchaînée à sa propre emprise sur les corps vassalisés par l’universalisme. 7 ans après le début des « événements », les dernières colonies poussent leur ultime chant du cygne. C’est dans le faste des préfectures qu’on a tranché le couvre-feu pour les bidonvilles de Nanterre, pour 110 000 otages. Les premiers ordres résonnent sans bruit « pour chaque coup reçu, en rendre 10 ». Les banlieues se vident. Sur les pavés des grands boulevards, au crépuscule résonnent les premiers coups de feu. Au milieu des débris de verre, des chaussures perdues, des flaques de sang, on sépare les hommes des femmes, des enfants. Les blessés jonchent le sol, les mains sur la tête la peur dans les yeux. On réquisitionne les bus et les stades pour les 12000 déportés torturés jusqu’au matin. Les morts sont jetés dans la Seine. Un « événement » de plus, un 17 octobre. Les preuves sont détruites dans les jours qui viennent, les registres des morgues se volatilisent. Aucune marche blanche pour les sans visages. Aucun encart pour les invisibles. Un « événement » de plus, un 17 octobre.
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Krvavi sistemi Nepogrešno propadaju Beskrajni amblemi Uredno otpadaju Čujem Daljinu Vidim Neizvjesnost Svjestan sam Nje Bez nje nemam Sutra Propast, propast, propast Moj je Spas Jedina prava emancipacija Individualna Jedina prava revolucija Uma i karaktera Jedina prava borba I dalje unutarnja Jer nije važno što znaš Već kako razmišljaš Propast, propast, propast Moj je Spas
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rise the storm, faster you get poverty and war, more you create creation of life destruction burning homes, foundations and dreams, conceived to kill from the mothers womb burn, burn the whole world burn, for satisfaction burning to maintain endless destruction carved in DNA, lust to kill, lust to destroy, conceived to kill from the mothers womb build the world, more to create in order to disapear carved in dna is infinite destruction.
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Absolve yourself from sins Then bless me with your treachery Carve your black heart inside out Still i have the high ground Blood cannot be thicker Your love's what made me sick Hypocrisy and all the lies Brought me nothing but demise Indecisive as i always am and... Rejects like us just never stood a chance And when the darkness finally overtakes It's safe to say we're our own worst enemies Rest assured for blowback For your broken silence All i have and all i need Time in abundance Doubts beyond arisen Paranoia spiral Dimmed smoke vision Lineage incision
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Band compilation for the Sick As We Are 2023 - hardcore punk festival which will be held from 20th to 22nd of July 2023 in Županja, Croatia.

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✪ Website: www.sickasweare.com
✪ Facebook event: www.facebook.com/events/1931026270606930
✪ Instagram diary: www.instagram.com/sickasweare/

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SAWA - Hardcore Punk Festival Županja, Croatia

★ 18.-20.7.2024. ★

Hardcore punk festival in Županja, Croatia since 2009.

From friends to friends. Erasing borders. Making new connections. Supporting bands.

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