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HEIHAIZI - Friday
01:58
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2. |
VLKN - Erupted
03:04
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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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3. |
Nagön - This Is Hell
03:27
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4. |
Mižerija - Crni Grad
02:25
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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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6. |
Mazut - Egomanijaci
01:05
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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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7. |
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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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8. |
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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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9. |
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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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10. |
Statico - No Hope
01:25
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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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11. |
Lineout - Ali D'acciaio
02:31
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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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12. |
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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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15. |
Ground Zero - Daydreamer
03:50
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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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17. |
Starvation - Poison God
03:15
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18. |
Total Fraud - Zoo
03:11
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19. |
Cestode - Restricted
05:09
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20. |
HEIHAIZI - Round Two
01:38
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21. |
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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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22. |
Nagön - Above the Rivers
02:50
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23. |
Mižerija - Lanci
02:17
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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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25. |
Mazut - Scenske Strvine
02:45
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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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32. |
Gros Enfant Mort - 17-10
03:00
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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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33. |
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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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36. |
Total Fraud - No Trend
02:19
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37. |
Cestode - Untitled
04:22
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