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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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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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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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Crevice
02:46
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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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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.
Τhere’s no more light.
No water.
Τhere’s only thirst, nothing to grow.
Τhere’s no more life.
Nothing to harvest, nothing to stand for.
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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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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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Broken Feathers
03:04
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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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