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Intro
01:06
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Work. Consume. Die.
03:46
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Stoically they march towards their nameless graves. / They followed their path with efforded obedience. / We tried so hard not to be / their victims / but
in times ruled by wolves / we are just blind fucking sheep. / Take your life back. /Regain your freedom / regain your will to speak. / Against their oppression / against a predetermined fate. / We work. / We Consume. / We Die. //
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From Ireland with Love
03:32
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His eyes show his lust. / But his words don't speak the truth. / His god's away for business / and the foundations are left to burn. / Their lips are sealed with silence / but their bodies show the harm. / The divine term of innocence / comes crashing down. /
And their screams will be left unheard / as their voices are all numbed. / Your god's not with the faceful /and your words are left to dust. //
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Emptiness and Illusion
02:57
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I'm fighting through this desert / of emptiness, of lonely thoughts. / Illusions appear. / I see your face / I see your face / and everything ends up with you. / And all this feels so strange. / And all this is so untrue. / The fire in your eyes is slowly dying. /
Why can't we just rewind / and start right where we were at last? / When my tears were full of happiness. / I'm so desperate. / And all that I am / all that we were / is drowning so deep and I'm drowning too. / I'm so lost without you. / I'm so lost without you here. /
And all this feels so strange. / And all this is so untrue. / How could we've been so blind? / We've been so blind. //
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Out of empty pockets and spirited hearts / a movement was born / that has now fallen apart. / Punk always was a transfiguration / of problems that occur to every generation. / Still I believe that there is something to say / instead of living life silent and blind through the day. / It’s not a problem that the scene has changed. / It’s a problem that its values became disengaged. / And with a tear in my eyes and a fist in the sky / I still have the will to change. / Bring back the spirit / bring back the meaning. / We shouldn’t let it go more astray. / I don’t know when the breakup began / but I can say that someone succeeded with his plan. / When we tolerate discrimination / at punk rock venues / we’re near to disintegration. / Fuck their speeches. / Fuck their lies. / I will never tolerate their white fucking pride. / And when I’m just on it / let me hear you say / “No gods, no masters” / we won’t take it any other way. //
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Hello
03:33
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My baby, you return / with nothing in your hands. / There's a pain I'm living in / because I was the girl who loved too much. / What we have to learn / when nothing has an end: / Erase your fucking fate / and play that god damn game. /
Hello, don't leave me alone. / Cause I'm falling from summit / I'm taking my breath with me.
Hello, don't give me that pain. / Cause I'm falling from summit / I'm taking my breath with me. //
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