1. |
Subjugated Herd
03:22
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You represent yourself, the whole society.
You’re not meant to pretend, nothing is given for free.
Follow the line etched by the shepherds, conformed into mediocrity.
Perpetuate the subjugated herd to elect them once again.
We won’t falter. We shall stand.
Distorted information delivered by the messenger.
Suppressed reactions doubtful thoughts.
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2. |
A Keyhole Life
03:17
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An empty shell stands behind the door, stalking lives through a tiny keyhole.
Fake perception of learning how to live.
A false approach of how to be.
Without a try to change your point of view.
Only consume, pay, follow, agree.
Work for paper and ink, pay your fake freedom.
An endless circle, a modern life peon.
Like a pawn in the hands of a gamer who decides what will happen to you.
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3. |
Heavy Rain
03:44
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4. |
Liri Popullit
03:21
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Djem te ksaj bote nuke keni asgje per te ndar.
I bardh o I zi, grek apo shqipetar.
Djemi te ksaj bote armiku jone eshte I njejte.
Aj qe thithe gjakun I puntorit te drejte.
Vdekje fashizmit, liri popullit.
Fitorja eshte afer per ne.
Te rrezojm urejtjen.
Te rrezojm skllaverin.
Nje dite do vi.
E drejte per te gjithe.
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5. |
Choose Wisely
02:51
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In this new world of misinformation you can barely survive.
Refined critical thinking, the only way to stay alive.
Consumers of misinformation, consumers of shit become what you are, a lifeless
steak of meat.
Mind as a weapon.
Thoughts become deeds.
A truly conscious consumer is what this planet really needs.
Spit and deny, what envenoms your mind.
Break the chains of ignorance and make your fucking stand.
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6. |
Ωχρή Ελπίδα (single)
02:57
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Φόβοι χαραγμένοι στο μπετόν που τα όνειρα κρύβονται.
Άσπρες και μαύρες εικόνες στον τοίχο του τίποτα.
Εξαπλωμένοι στην πόλη που οι σκέψεις ταΐζονται.
Ψευδαισθήσεις χαράς και πλούτου, μια φύτρα μιζέριας.
Κενή σελίδα στο μέλλον που οι λέξεις ξεφτίζονται.
Κράνη σε σάπιες οθόνες στον βωμό του σήμερα.
Εξαπλωμένοι στην πόλη που οι σκέψεις ταΐζονται.
Ψευδαισθήσεις χαράς και πλούτου, μια φύτρα μιζέριας.
Απόγονοι της ελευθερίας, πλέον κοινωνικά ανάπηροι.
Μια ωχρή ελπίδα στον πάτο της θλίψης χαραγμένη.
Φάρος σε νερά , τρικυμιασμένα, κουφάρια γεμίζουν το χώμα, από τον πολιτισμό χαμένα.
Κενή σελίδα στο μέλλον που οι λέξεις ξεφτίζονται.
Κράνη σε σάπιες οθόνες στον βωμό του σήμερα.
Εξαπλωμένοι στην πόλη που οι σκέψεις ταΐζονται.
Ψευδαισθήσεις χαράς και πλούτου, μια φύτρα μιζέριας.
Μυαλά σαστισμένα, μουδιάζει το σώμα.
Η απάθεια μοιάζει πια κουλτούρα άδεια.
Όταν η νεκρή σάρκα θα πέφτει στο χώμα.
Τότε η οργή των χαμένων παιδιών μας θα μοιάζει με χίλια λιοντάρια.
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7. |
Marked Paths
03:07
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All of my riches I buried in sand.
The man who walked in an already walked path is doomed to be, what man already
is.
All I am is a message in a bottle and the sea takes me, wherever it pleases.
How’re you looking for things to change, if you are not changing your ways?
Eradicate your deep rooted standards of what a human being is.
All I am is a message in a bottle and the sea takes me, wherever it pleases.
Walking in already marked paths.
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8. |
Fictive Reality
03:01
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Files are shaping the clones of people we want to be.
Your personality belongs to a fictive reality.
When digits connect to the ends, when users are being used, your personality
belongs to a fictive reality.
Ones replace our cells, zeros replace ourselves.
Your personality belongs to a fictive reality.
You are not me.
Distinguish who you are from how you act.
Irony-reality, a blurred fine line.
An enemy in your mind, third eye opened wide.
Unveil your own lies, your own believing lies.
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9. |
Ωχρή Ελπίδα
03:02
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Φόβοι χαραγμένοι στο μπετόν που τα όνειρα κρύβονται.
Άσπρες και μαύρες εικόνες στον τοίχο του τίποτα.
Εξαπλωμένοι στην πόλη που οι σκέψεις ταΐζονται.
Ψευδαισθήσεις χαράς και πλούτου, μια φύτρα μιζέριας.
Κενή σελίδα στο μέλλον που οι λέξεις ξεφτίζονται.
Κράνη σε σάπιες οθόνες στον βωμό του σήμερα.
Εξαπλωμένοι στην πόλη που οι σκέψεις ταΐζονται.
Ψευδαισθήσεις χαράς και πλούτου, μια φύτρα μιζέριας.
Απόγονοι της ελευθερίας, πλέον κοινωνικά ανάπηροι.
Μια ωχρή ελπίδα στον πάτο της θλίψης χαραγμένη.
Φάρος σε νερά , τρικυμιασμένα, κουφάρια γεμίζουν το χώμα, από τον πολιτισμό χαμένα.
Κενή σελίδα στο μέλλον που οι λέξεις ξεφτίζονται.
Κράνη σε σάπιες οθόνες στον βωμό του σήμερα.
Εξαπλωμένοι στην πόλη που οι σκέψεις ταΐζονται.
Ψευδαισθήσεις χαράς και πλούτου, μια φύτρα μιζέριας.
Μυαλά σαστισμένα, μουδιάζει το σώμα.
Η απάθεια μοιάζει πια κουλτούρα άδεια.
Όταν η νεκρή σάρκα θα πέφτει στο χώμα.
Τότε η οργή των χαμένων παιδιών μας θα μοιάζει με χίλια λιοντάρια.
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10. |
Εικόνες Της Πόλης
03:08
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Τα μαύρα πανιά σαν φανούνε, σπάει η σιγή.
Σόλες στη λάσπη, ίχνη χαμένα.
Εικόνες της πόλης να καίγεται.
Θα σκούζουν οι δρόμοι, σαν συμφωνία άχρονων βροντών.
Θραύσματα ανθίζουν, γκρίζα λουλούδια.
Στο όνομα της προόδου πέφτουν τα κορμιά.
Στο όνομα της πίστης φθίνει η ανθρωπιά.
Στο όνομα της μοίρας σπάνε τα μυαλά.
Στο όνομα της προόδου η εξέγερση ξυπνά.
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11. |
Bygones
02:42
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Bygones will be forever bygones.
Poor steal from the poor and everyone’s on edge.
Frustrated, we bet on the wrong horse.
Pull your money out before it’s too late.
We live in a state of constant alert.
We’re born on our knees and talk with our fists.
Bygones will be forever bygones.
Amends is compromising.
Delegation never worked.
Claim what is yours.
You owe it to yourself.
Bygones are not to reminisce.
They must be burned at the stake of the past.
Middle grounds never carried solutions.
Bygones, forever bygones.
Bygones.
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12. |
Faceless Children
04:27
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We don’t forget.
We don’t forgive.
When the city’s bright, its corners are darker.
There has to be sickness to appreciate health.
I know you bear to see the end, but do you dare to declare it?
We are the faceless children.
We are the pulse-less hearts.
We are all bruised and we’ve got nothing to lose.
Darkness enveloped our mountain and our flares are the light.
We’ll climb the rocks of rebellion and conquer the night.
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13. |
Crevice
02:46
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14. |
Ideals To Burn
04:07
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The blood's on the sea. It's red now and full of pain.
There are no pretentions.
We're exposed.
Our faces unveiled.
Ideals to burn or cherish, it's really the same.
Forged in our hearts, but still we fail to act.
We take a look, but we don't see.
We can't jump in.
We can't imagine.
We never tried.
Our rage is endless and forever transferred.
Now it’s time.
It’s time to act.
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15. |
Nothing To Harvest
03:42
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All was part of your big quest for meaning.
Everything pushed, messed, steered up just for a glimpse.
You always looked for happiness in the distance.
All this time it stood before you, just right under your nose.
You seeded so much, but there was no sun.
There’s no more light.
No water.
There’s only thirst, nothing to grow.
There’s no more life.
Nothing to harvest, nothing to stand for.
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16. |
Wallflowers
03:52
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We may be muffled, but we’re still loud.
Ι won’t chew on more pressure for the sake of blending.
See through the numbness and pursue disquiet.
No more goodbyes just to fill in more shoes.
No more goodbyes to dreaming.
No more goodbyes to living.
See through the numbness.
Pursue disquiet.
Φτάνει πια.
Wallflowers also have a say.
We were not meant to be out on the fringes.
Be sure that we know how to endure a hard life.
Your turn is coming.
Beware the time of change.
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17. |
The Stench Remains
03:14
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This world is just like a pond.
We’re its reflection, the wind and the distorted idol.
We bathed in correctness, but the stench remains.
It is always there.
The stench remains.
Always afraid of the backlash, we’re missing a stance.
Against the tiniest push, we don’t stand a chance.
We’ve got to wake up.
Monuments of the once alive, it’s what we have become and yet we stand proud,
fed with rejection.
Monuments of the once alive will burn like our selfishness and we’ll live again.
The Dark Age is revived, the witch hunts are real.
We bathed in correctness, but the stench remains.
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18. |
Broken Feathers
03:04
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Future used to be a promise yet now feels like a threat.
We see in color, but we think in black & white.
Is this what passes for living?
A new culture is rising based on hymning sadness.
We convinced ourselves to settle for little, in exchange for quite & peace.
No greatest wrong than ignoring your wants.
We crossed paths already been crossed afraid of risking to win.
Future was awaited, now must be avoided.
Our ankles are swollen by chains we chained ourselves, getting heavier, unbearable.
Dissect the invisible hand.
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20. |
Casual Ignorance
03:13
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Vague explanations are hardly the truth.
You’re not supposed to adapt to false normalities.
Every day’s a fight that’s got to be taken.
We colored tolerance for insults as freedom of speech, accepted victim blaming & ostracized seekers of change.
Vague explanations are hardly the truth.
Casually ignorant of the privilege I look through, casually ignorant of different angles.
Minimizing is just being subtly oppressive.
This is me talking about things I don’t know about, speaking on behalf of others, solving problems I’m not facing, declaring the only truth.
Casually ignorant of the privilege I look through, casually ignorant of myself.
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21. |
Δύσπνοια
03:26
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Είναι ο αέρας που δεν ανακυκλώνεται.
Μια παγωμάρα παντού απλώνεται.
Είναι λες και σταμάτησε η γη να περιστρέφεται.
Γενιές και γενιές τα ιδία ψέματα.
Και είναι και πάλι η ζωή άλλη μια πρόκληση
γεμάτη από όνειρα, σκιές, σχεδόν ανέφικτη.
Μόνο στροφές που οδηγούν σε μια κατεύθυνση.
Είναι στο αίμα η αμφιβολία από τη γένεση.
Άρχων ο χρόνος, το θήραμα, η παγίδα,
η προσμονή, βράχος και καταιγίδα,
αιώνιος πόλεμος, έρως, ελπίδα.
Αφήνει σημάδια, δρόμος στρωμένος από αγκάθια.
Μπρος γκρεμός, άλλο ένα εμπόδιο και αυτό.
Στα δύσκολα βαφτίζεται κάθε αρχή της ημέρας.
Ο δρόμος σχηματίστηκε, τον βλέπει και ο τυφλός.
Η δύναμη της θέλησης αλλάζει τα δεδομένα.
Πίσω, άλλο ένα ρέμα φέρνει εμπειρίες από άλλες εποχές.
Αλίμονο στα χάδια που κρύβουνε φοβέρα.
Αλίμονο στα δάκρυα που πνιγούν την ανάσα, αλίμονο.
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Procrastinate Karditsa, Greece
We are a DIY crust/hardcore band from Greece which strongly promotes anti-authoritarian, anti-fascist, anti-racist, anti-sexist, anti-homophobic ethics and a self-organized way of life.
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