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Defiant Irony
02:51
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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
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2. |
Daily Dose
02:48
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(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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3. |
Side Effects
01:45
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4. |
Sample
00:11
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5. |
Atavistic Traits
02:59
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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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6. |
Fascis..ehm Populism
01:28
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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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7. |
Empty Pages
01:24
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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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8. |
Black Hole
02:39
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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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9. |
Ballad
04:02
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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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ATAVISTIC TRAITS Graz, Austria
Jo - Drums/Vocals
Ma - Bass
Ch - Guitar
Pa - Guitar/Vocals
Ju - Vocals
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