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radical commercialized
04:47
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open your eyes cause the story is hot
feel the shot of another satisfying plot
yeah im the trigger happy plotter with the pen in my holster
i produce for addicts create mind genocides
with radical weapons and cartridges full fiction
youre just a victim of my mass satisfaction
till your mind drowns in a surge of sensation
no escape shot a startling revelation
and i explore all chasms
for you choose my channel
no way too radical theres no story too banal
carnages with no respite
i shoot it in your biased mind
your open eyes absorb the lies
someone has to pay the price
pay the price pay the price
youre radical commercialized
yeah i know im the shade of reality
yeah you know that i kill the reality
yeah i know that i destroy identities
yeah you abhor it but you s upport it
swallow the headline get the gist
heres the next killing through my radical fist
just watch the news its your truth there i kick you with feet
its no misdeed i made you famous now bleed
for all the media junkies out in their homes
all the vampires of my empire
built with your bloody bones
sucking your blood suck on and on
youre the regular norm here we suck you in form till your face drowns in a surge of sensation no escape your photo youre the startling revelation
and i invent some chasms for you choose my channel
no way to radical theres no story too banal
and so i bomb and i bomb and i bomb till youre dead
with the finger on the trigger
a reticule on your head
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blue flower
05:21
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different day same shit
but not for me cause i know a trick
every day before i go to bed
i know that there will be something great
something thats more beautiful than anything else
but before you can see you will have to go
to a land far away from your sad little home
and if you ever manage to reach this place
youll see that thing youll never forget
desires yearnings freedom
in a land far away from your home
you try to reach this world
but its no place that you call home
in your state of ignorance you try to search reality hold on to religion and believe in christianity
believe in things easy to believe in
dream
a little bit of clarity in my brain
i feel the truth that starts to spread in my veins
i cant believe the world i see through these eyes
just revelations no more lies
can never forget the blue flower all my life
it was the first time in my life
that i was thankful that i was full of pride
i saw the truth through the eyes of a child
and realized i was living on the wrong side
where rules hold back your free way of life
and behind this illusion you have to hide
in your state of ignorance you try to search reality hold on to religion and believe in christianity
believe in things easy to believe in
dream
a little bit of clarity in my brain
i feel the truth that starts to spread in my veins
i curse all things i see that hold me in chains
all obligations that exist to restrain
can never forget the blue flower all my life
all day all night i lived the general dream
and tried to fulfill all exceptations really
but theres one thing you need to know
its the great opportunity for you to feel
that nothing in your world is for real
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my substitute
04:31
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I run my daily ways, see people pass all dressed in grey
I absorb the world of today, in my heart my king I obey
capture my mind favour my force
with mindless violence on serious news programs
watch people starve in the streets of politics
key-messages lead me to a tower of ignorance
so follow my way in my reduced sight
my media trip that leads me to your light
i walk my daily ways
see people pass all dressed in grey
i perceive the color of grey
in my heart my king i obey
my system of governments
you are my father
implant your aims
in the womb of my mother
colorful lights glamorous sights
equal rights but im born in the night
my color is grey grey is my mind
my color is grey as long as im blind
im blind in my mind show me the way
look im helpless so come on dictate my day
your manipulating surroundings of fear covers my way
im a prisoner without a law with your colors i draw
no matter what you show i absorb it
i swallow poison like beer just promote it
my irresolute fist clutches the remote control
mind control am i eligible for parole
i dont know what you want
in my sick happy trigger trip
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mic knows
02:20
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parade of pain
02:58
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running down the street witch a gun in my hand
with the will to kill to provoke an end
and a mixture of pictures occupying my brain
i look in me all all i see is my lonely pain
i try to break the mirror of my ailing psyche
senseless chanceless just ubiquitious night
i fuel my anger with the treatments i received
i look in me all i see is a tragedy
im just living with an harm im just living in an harm
im just living with an harm now i parade with an
now i parade with an arm
the tender indifference of the world around me
calls me a pariah a social enemy
no reconciliation just inexorably hate
all that i see is the source of my misery
i try to see white but alls black just rejections
now i react with the reliable precision
of the bullets in my gun
its my parade pain
my insane final run
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j.o.e.
03:07
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my name is joe
my life is a horse and the trend is my rider who leads me
and the bottle my friend that takes my hand
to blindfold me
and the medias procedure my everydays preacher that numbs me
an imposed religion a strict sheltered fictions
my ideology
hello joe let me follow im a disciple of your show
so i follow with rupture the brainkilling lecture of the entertainment
sector my rector just lecture and lecture
im completely captured
let me consume what i wanna to be fill my illusions full of
crushy impressions that make me feel free theres no solution for me
hello joe let me follow im a disciple of your show
perpetrator manipulator im a perpetrator manipulator
and im walking this tredmill and swallow until im ill joe your my pill
my remedy that helps to ease my worldly pain to keep my sane
contentment flows through me im nodding so dumply your my divination
your an addiction just stuff for my fiction just a compensation
hello joe let me swallow im a disciple of your show
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7. |
revelations
04:37
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i push my fears against a wall
i bounce back my fears too tall
a earnest threat above my head
red signs on the wall inviting me to death
i try to grip on something not existing
i abhor i abhor my convictions
war scenes pass my bloodshed eyes
i grip on my memories your political lies
this is the place where i hide my sanity
where is the key to the lock of my integrity
devil speaks to me wants me
where is the key to the lock of integrity
now i wake up and breath in a mania
bombs tanks soldiers the peace warriors
war scenes pass my bloodshed eyes
i grip on my memories your political lies
i trie to stand up but fall back in the sand
splashed with my own blood is this my end
prometheus eagles revolving my head
no more revelations for today im dead
bombs fall like rain in lakes full of tears
dont despair peace comes in a hearse
the bird of peace is on his mission
no contradiction we bomb with precision
my modern technologies causes no casualties
trust my machineries i know my enemies
the sun goes down
million mouths shout for peace
the next day will come and the course will repeat
the wind of death yeah
the wind of death yeah
the wind of death yeah
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mystic scenes
04:52
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mystic scenes are made at night
the stars above are dancing in the moonlight
hear theres a shot have you heard it
weve never seen it we just believe it
receive it from the tv-shit our eyes watch with fears
terrible pictures affecting anger and tears
and in this era of terror bombs are our right
they distort the truth and publish the false side
so put the flag in your mind and lets join the mission
with patriotism against a fassade of terrorism
but whats behind we just see things we got instilled
the faces of evil the enemy were supposed to kill
dancing with the moon dancing with the moon waiting for the doom waiting for the doom
i wanna know the things that are going on
in the nights when the cities burn
no euphemisms no more euphemisms
in the praises that we earn
the face of war is the mask of the propaganda
strict censorship your functions to believe it
war is reduced to a gift bringing game
with the great aim to bring heroes and fame
yeah we all have to walk the path of democracy
the wole world must accept this philosophy
forget the mines that pave our way
for the death of thousands nobody has to pay
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all the drunken people
06:47
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theres a little man that is sitting in my head yeah
tells to me thats time to go to bed now
it is late my brain dwells in hell
its a magic world and im under a spell now
i turned him off i feel no remorse the
little mans drowned in liquid force
a trip straight to a land full of oddity
the raising loquasity distores the reality
the prior aversions replaced by elation
take the brainkiller for a weakwilled nation
numb me feed me in obscurity
repress my thoughts your my joe your my therapys
and all the drunken people sitting in a room
all the drunken people just living to consume
all the braindead idiots with gullible minds
waiting for their mantras
waiting for their snappy clips commercial strips
skillfully spotlighted mystic mist
so masterminded casually a casualty
with a hazy sight i follow the light
left or right i cant divide
turn on the light turn on the light
nights surrounding me i lost the sight
i lost the control yeah i killed my vision
the funny sharade turned to a prison
im braindead numbed head a shell without senses
my minds foreign led by a propagandist fist
and now im ready to consume
while a whole nations ready for a mind castration
a little man on a screen divorce my brain
i buy your products im weakwilled im tame
and now i search a solution
my minds biased was never free
tied up by all this illusions
all silly spots surrounding me
im near im near a surrender
a little bit of this drugs in my blood
no i dont wanna just see blur
with all my thoughts in the mud
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