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suicidal mind trick
03:56
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The room is empty
There’s no one around you
The silence is waiting
Your gun is loaded
Put the gun in your mouth
You’re gonna do it now
You do it now
It’s now or never
The taste of death /you feel in your throat/
Disappointment of life /you feel in your throat/
Fear and panic /you feel in your throat/
You feel
in
your throat!
It doesn’t matter
If you’re drunk or you’re stoned
Your brain as a boiler
Now you’re alive
This taste in your mouth
That’s the taste of your life
Do you feel any difference?
Do you feel any difference?
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2. |
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When everything‘s going down
It’s hard to go further thinking of progress
Cause we’re stuck between the rise and death of the whole human race
And all our wishes all our dreams are fading away
There is not any solution, we’re doomed to total extinction
Pain and despair, that’s our only heritage
We’re fucked again
The light of the future
Is shining like a burned postcard
To me
The light of the future
Is shining like a burned postcard
To me
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3. |
control system
04:10
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Follow the line
You know
The control system
Exist only to destroy and enslave your soul
The world of prison is behind your doors
In your blood and your mind
If you inhale the smoke of freedom
You could feel better and if you still give a shit
The system is the worst drug ever
Follow the line
Your inner tracks are forgotten
And you will never _ trust your mind
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4. |
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We feel the cold of imminent extinction
The great fall of the world led us to agony
This is the age of putrefaction
The battle for self-obliteration
This is the war in the name of the dead
In the name of the dead
When it’s time to survive
You have to learn how to kill
But you wanna die
There’s no point to run faster
Everyday is the day
If you run you’ll die
If you die you’ll run
This is the new way of life
A new way of death
The age of putrefaction
The battle for self-obliteration
This is the war in the name of the dead
In the name of the dead
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2.5 is the alpha number
Count your war
Predict the victims
Solution for the equation
And chances to survive
I count your war
Will never stop until ya’ll die
Until you all die
“Disappointed” is the only word I could find
for you
And when you all die I’ll take a shit
on your graves
I count the war
Predict the victims
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6. |
the riders of death
05:48
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Times of sadness are back
There is no sun and hope is dying
We feel the stench
and hear the sirens
Put out the lights
Here come the riders of death
When we smell the night air and hear the moan of sirens afar
We put out the lights and go
There is no end to this war in sight
No end in sight
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