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Adversary
02:57
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I hate your existence
And I can hate you being here
And I can hate you everytime I see you
I’ll have to hold back when you’re near
When you’re near
I do hate it when you speak
I do hate it when you’re silent
I sure hate it when you’re screamin’ loud
But I won’t cover my ears and that’s the trend
Your heart speaks hardline hate
A pattern offends. Evolves. Is shaped
You’ve made a choice
My hate is not the same
It’s directed at you, living inhumane
My counterchoice
I can sense your emotions
I can sense your despair
I can sense your ways of disrespect
But the strength of it is what I fear
Your heart speaks hardline hate
A pattern offends. Evolves. Is shaped.
You have an ugly goal
My hate is not the same
It’s directed at you living inhumane
I won’t just let you take control
I’ve had my fears
Intimidation has had its ways
So... what’s left for me to do
No more truce
We know who we’re dealing with
You are the adversary
And even though, in fury,
I know my cause is right
If I don’t control my mind,
you might lose your daylight
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2. |
Equation
01:47
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Blurred visions, foggy shapes. Boundaries lost
Blurred visions, foggy shapes. Boundaries lost
Intoxication, exhiliration
A world of dreamscapes in which a search begins
A search, a search for life... LIFE
A search, a search for purpose... PURPOSE
A search for identity... IDENTITY
A search for escape
A station is found where one of these is sold
So it’s one for the fun and one for the road
Take in the load, a necessity
Is it life? Is it purpose? Or identity?
The trip continues. What a ride!
Finally free and nothing to hide
You finally reach the stage
The band’s finished, and... guess what?
Your bottle is empty
Go figure it doesn’t add up
I hate your part of the equation
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3. |
Sin Aviso
02:24
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A todo los perdidos, olvidados, abandonados
Pensamientos! con emociones que bailan a
Sintonías de una sensacíon pasada
Percepciones de un mundo perfecto...
Los días viejos parecieron tan justos
Desaparecídos... sin aviso
No quedan opportunidades de compartir
No quedan possibilidades de communicar
¿Pensamientos nostalgicas? M’ Imagino...
¿Pero porque entonces imagenes tan claros?
Eran el pasado, sin dar se cuenta
Eran el pasado, yo no les mostré
¿Que es lo que es tiempo que hace eventos
Mas especiales despues de haberlos vividos?
Otra razon para carpe diem
Hago lo que puedo, pero hoy e fallado
Hoy e fallado, Hoy e fallado
Hoy e fallado, Hoy e fallado
SIN AVISO (Translation)
To all those lost, forgotten, left
Hear my thoughts as emotions dance
To the tunes of a past sensation
Perceptions of a perfect world
The days of age, they seemed so right
Now they’ve disappeared, without warning
No more opportunities for sharing
No more possibilities for communicating
Nostalgic thoughts? I guess so.
But why then images so clear?
(before my eyes closed)
You formed the past, you may not have known it
You formed the past, I may not have shown it
What is it about time that makes events
more special after going through them?
Another reason to seize the day
I try but fail today
I failed today
I failed today
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4. |
Fallaka
01:18
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FALLAKA
Niets aan de hand
Hoe kom je erbij
Demokratie
Voor jou en mij
We leven in vrijheid, voorspoedig en rijk
Geen angsten te vrezen, iedereen vrij
Maar duizenden mensen verdwenen, vermoord
Veroordeeld op gedachten, hun daden, hun woord
De macht van dit land is de kracht die het krijgt
Van de wereldgemeenschap die ‘t steunt in haar strijd
De oorlogsmachine graaft, ploegt en maait
Een ware genocide, tegenwoordige tijd
Een dictocratie, rendabel voor ons
Het is strategie, dus houdt men z’n mond...
Bloed aan de handen van ‘t westen dat weet
Fascisten ondersteunt en niets onderneemt
De leiders, de beulen van deze dictatuur
Verdienen niet beter dan tegen de muur.
FALLAKA (Translation)
There is no problem
where did you get that idea?
Democracy
For you and me
We live in freedom, prosperous and rich
no fear to fear, everyone’s free
but thousands disappeared and killed
sentenced for their thoughts, their deeds, their words
the power of this country is the force it gets
from the world community that supports its struggle
the warmachine digs, plows and mows
a true genocide in the present tense
a dictocracy, profitable for us
it is strategy, so people keep their mouth shut
blood on the hands of the West that knows
supports fascists and does nothing
the leaders, the executioners of this dictatorship
deserve no better: against the wall.
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5. |
Deathrow
05:16
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The number of steps is too well known
From cell-block to destination
All of us count, as soon as we’re out
Out of our homes, three by two
Twenty, and the toilet’s behind you
A filthy hole in the ground
Fifty, and the courtyard has passed
Today there’s no fresh air
And reaching eighty steps
There’s only one place you’ll be taken to
This single room, a world of it’s own
Where fear precedes the darkness
Extinction... of my life
The one who I am
Guilty of speaking out
My thoughts back then were so clear
Conviction. No verdict
Not even a trial
Restless... hungry, souldead
Crying on a granite bed
The date is set. Time will come.
The jury decided it must be done
Would they themselves take that step
To take another’s life with no self-regret?
Not enough dough for a good defense
No way to win. No choice. No sense
For me there’s one choice, in gas or in vein
But the snake-bite I get is still the same
Justice plays hide and seek
Three days = too short
Condemned to die... I ask them: “why?”
Is my life so cheap or is there a waiting line?
Business!! Cheap labour thirty cents an hour
Prison system so hard to crack
When men in suits stand back to back
And I.... Will not.... I won’t
I won’t go out like this
And I.... Will not.... I won’t
Won’t go without a fight
I will not judge the ones who judge me
Refuse to kneel down to their standard - too deep!!
In spite of the pain enclosing me
I know my stance and values - I still believe
I did no one wrong!
I did no one wrong!
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