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We use to dive in dumpsters behind the local store and we are used to blackout drunk pass out on the floors we call ourselves rebels we follow blind the lights a revolution packed in smoke, (dirty) designer clothes And its the change that counts, as i go to Murder King i am a middle class bastard, had no broken home don't have to sleep in the gutters of this world so stop calling me anarchist, punk or liberal We watch the concred towers grow up in the sky we are all antifascists but we don't even try to stop a fucking right-winged party spread its fucking wings history repeats this fascist crooked wins. And its the change that counts, as i go to Murder King i am a middle class bastard, had no broken home don't have to sleep in the gutters of this world so stop calling me anarchist, punk or liberal
2.
Daily Dose 02:48
(Should I take one more?) Are you down ? Come to us Are you sick ? Step inside Are you stressed ? Get here quick Are you empty ? We make you happy ! (I guess, I'll take one more) Drop some pills and come again, pharmacy, your greatest fan , Did you take your daily dose , did you have your daily dose ? (Should I take one more?) Are you angry ? Visit us Are you lonely ? We are here Are you anxious? Good to hear Are you sober ? Nevermore (I can't feel anymore) Drop some pills and come again, pharmacy, your greatest fan , Did you take your daily dose , did you have your daily dose ? (I can not take this anymore) B e our slave A nd admit Y ouve been caged E ffortless R ated from the day you're born
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Side Effects 01:45
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Sample 00:11
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Children born with spines like tails, rail their unheared sorrow-tales Parents lock them in the shade And hide their atavistic traits Noone finds them, noone dares, won't hear em screaming , noone cares No daylight is their destiny, Their God must have crazy fantasies Mother say, am I ugly ? Am I a monster, am I wrong ? Oh my darling you must be strong, Close your eyes my different son Well kept their under the ground by their families, can't be found Who knows, some might go further Noone knew but it was murder Can't feed another hungry boy Burning down their wooden toy Parents dig them in the shade leave em back in hidden, lonely graves Mother say, am I ugly ? Am I a monster, am I wrong ? Oh my darling you must be strong, Close your eyes my different son
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1848 there they found their fate empires out of date, hail all nation states They are populists, protect, defend, resist their glory race and heroic days Their colours blue and brown, want to bring us down Flags blow in the wind, black eagles winged watch them in the alps, beer and wine it helps, the future of this land, in their dirty hands ? Until all refugees are done, walls and wire block the sun they will sing their ancient songs and revive times that are long gone We must stop them ! (Can we stop them ?)
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Empty Pages 01:24
Shut our mouths close our eyes call us: Poets feed us lies Make us living make us write empty phrases to survive empty pages filled with news broad our minds, built our truth Perfect heroes match the bad ones tv programms next to attacks all this terror are you afraid ? Burning corpses Pornography ! empty pages filled with news broad our minds, built our truth
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Black Hole 02:39
I fell in a blackhole , this gutter my home my life in a bottle, my family my friends disappeared, returned to the place they came from, not talking ´bout heaven , six feet under the ground. So let this the day that i die , Got no home , got no hope , got no choice And if this is the day that i die Dont need no flowers on my grave Theirs rum in my bottle, whiskey and wine no shelter , no place to stay or to hide underground tunnels or under the bridge, the smell of piss, woke me up more drunk then i fell asleep so it was alright So let this the day that i die , Got no home , got no hope , got no choice Let this the day that i die , Dont need no flowers on my grave So let this the day that i die , Got no home , got no hope , got no choice Let this the day that i die , oh wait, the rising sun , guess its starts all over again
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Ballad 04:02
You think that im sober ? I can tell you im not . Im an unfinished story with an unfinished plot Is it worth to change ? Maybe , but It seems today That it isnt worth the cost As long as i got a pocket full of change , I'll get wasted every other day You think that im happy ? Well maybe i am. Thousands of feelings in one single pill Is it worth to change ? Maybe , but It seems tonight That it isnt worth the cost As long as i got a pocket full of change , I'll get loaded every other week You think that i'm sober? Ok, this seems true. Just business as usual following my only plan..

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Demo, recorded live, oct. 2016
Moldy Basement Productions, D.I.Y.

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released November 2, 2016

Thanks to Stefan and the beautiful people of WG-Actionberg ♥

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ATAVISTIC TRAITS Graz, Austria

Jo - Drums/Vocals
Ma - Bass
Ch - Guitar
Pa - Guitar/Vocals
Ju - Vocals

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