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We Are The Errants
03:13
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That was a close one
to a life sentence along the flock
Consumed inside by the insanity
inherent in bills
Ripped off contractors
of a fake all risk insurance
Excessive amounts of shit ingestion
doing exactly what we didn’t want
The plan to fulfill our dreams
had been cancelled
But travelling the alternative
everything was clear in our minds
and we couldn't go back
Remember what I said that day on the road
I want to be an errant till the day that I die
Wide world and narrow minds
We are not scared
Off the bitten track uncertainty is our gas
An inner rebellion
Now we laugh at who we used to be
we see the fear in the face of strangers
Toss the coin, and put on our smiles
we'll see you on the other side
Remember what I said that day on the road
I want to be an errant till the day that I die
We are the errants
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2. |
Triumph Kamikazes
03:29
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The smoke from the school’s chimney is darker than ever
This year production rose a 15%
The new prototypes are more malleable
We just had to decrease our investment to have a better product
We teach them to compete, this is our compromise
Take a look at the catalogue, you can choose from a wide range of brilliant futures
We won't deny that we are really proud to announce the shipment of next year
Human replicates begging for acceptance, emotionally illiterate, triumph kamikazes
Castrating any urge of creativity, subjugated to our punishment or prize
They will learn how to delegate all judgement to the state
They’re classified and distributed
The most effective methods, an optimal training
With us your little child
will surpass the quality standards
It will be time for labeling and packing
and ship them straight to unemployment
Be amazed by our methodical knowledge dissemination
With this system we kill the chance of any autonomous thought
Pay by installments the best fail-safe insurance money can buy
And he’ll be closer to get our certificate of triumph kamikaze
We won't deny that we are really proud to announce the shipment of next year
Human replicates begging for acceptance, emotionally illiterate, triumph kamikazes
Castrating any urge of creativity, subjugated to our punishment or prize
They will learn how to delegate all judgement to the state
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Matador
02:46
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Welcome the great killer
seed of bullfighter's breed,
He's taken down 49 beasts, no sweat
A true living legend
On the other side of the ring, 300 kilos of pure temper
The pride of it's caste, one of a kind
Ladies and gentlemen, sit back and relax
This sunday you'll smell blood again
Madness takes over the venue
at the beast's fisrt charge
Dust is in the air but his eyes show no fear
Dodges goring with a master dance
Colorful flags crowning a flowing trace of blood
Every stab turns into a work of art
They thought the beast was about to be tamed
Chorus
Sweet panic in his eyes a second before
the horn pierces his stomach throwing him like a cloth doll
Ladies and gentlemen, sit back and relax
This sunday you'll smell blood again
Dear spectators contemplate life's fragility
The beauty of a convulsing body laying on the floor
Isn't public torture a right we deserve?
Proof of our manliness, the pride people carry inside
Thanks God for art and culture
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4. |
The Phantom Fury
03:54
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It will be a whole different story
When The Phantom Fury is unleashed
The city of mosques will burn under hell's fire
It's the just men who lay now beneath the sands
On the outskirts of Fallujah those ragheads played dirty
Carl and Michael had wife and sons but died alone in cold blood
But rest assured soon our guns will bring back peace
Between calcined bodies Hue city will feel like glory
But when we finally find the man a precisely aimed shot will bring joy
The war is over and a better world (a better world awaits)
From ashes we'll make democracy arise
Just tell them i'll soon be back home
It will soon be over, it will all be alright
It'll be a whole different storyWhen the phantom fury is unleashedThe city of mosques will burn under hell's fire
It's the just men who lay now beneath the sands
On the outskirts of Fallujah those ragheads played dirty
Carl and Michael had wife and sons but died alone in cold blood
Darling life can be so cruel in this desert of dust
Between calcined bodies Hue city will feel like glory
But when we finally find the man a precisely aimed shot will bring joy
Chorus
Greed, lies, death, collateral damages
Greed, lies, death, a plan so close to perfect
When the fuck did this endless nonsense start?
Could someone please shot me in the nape?
This sick so called "human" race has no scruples selling children for money
You heard it right this is not a joke
Another generation poisoned like in Basora
A toxic legacy, a wrecked country
A big applause for the conquerers of oil
Chorus
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5. |
Revive
06:45
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We thought we knew it all till we got the call
Who’d have guessed, we’d see you in the box
in the same neighbourhood where we shared the fucking best times
They say you were too young to pass away But if anything you lived fast
You knew risk is the way life tells you, you can win or you can lose
This is what makes you feel alive
Wait in line, fill in the form
chose a nice bouquet and suitable last words
To put that AID t-shirt over your pall is the saddest thing this life made us do
We wish we would have made a toast to thank you for the times you were the bringer of joy
Chorus
Wait in line, fill in the form
chose a nice bouquet and suitable last words
Won't we see you another time? What's all this for?
Could you send me some kind of sign to calm this sore?
Won't we see you another time? What's all this for?
Could you send some kind of sign? To tell us you are still having fun
Now living with this nonsense
Missing your fucking laughter
Nothing will have been in vain if somehow this words can bring you back to life
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