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VOID OF HUMANITY
03:56
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All that’s left is your own void
What’s in the void?
So why bother to fight for something when you’re alive?
You don’t feel a thing after you’re dead
What’s in the void?
You don’t feel a thing after you’re dead
So why bother to fight for something if you’re not alive,
So why bother to fight?
What’s in the void?
You don’t feel anything anymore because you’re no longer human
No longer human
Every breath is a chorus
So sing along if you’re still breathing
You don’t need anything after you’re dead
All that's left is your own void
What's in the void?
You don't feel a thing after you're dead
So why bother to fight for something if you’re not alive?
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FASCIST SCUM
01:31
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They try to rewrite history
According to their own beliefs
They try to rewrite history
According to their own beliefs
They try to rewrite history
According to their own beliefs
REVISIONIST SHIT
While planning to take down
Every revolutionary individual
And impose upper-class ideals
FASCIST SCUM
They try to rewrite history
According to their own beliefs
While planning to take down
Every revolution
FASCIST SCUM
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SLIT MY WRIST
As soon as my fist
Became notched, toothed and decayed
BITING NAILS
With her black inked teeth
BITING NAILS
With her black inked teeth
The scene of the shadows
Opening our wombs
With our own bare hands
(it looked perfectly fine…)
We both had shadows
Around our eyes
We both had shadows
Around our eyes
The scene of the shadows
Opening our wombs
With our own bare hands
(It looked perfectly fine…
…at least to me…)
We both had shadows
Around our eyes
BITING NAILS
With her black inked teeth
Just like my wrists,
Opened, notched, toothed and decayed
I still feel the organs
We both pulled out
We both pulled out
I still feel the organs…
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PANOPTICON
02:19
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Sometimes I still hear
The noise of clocks
That no longer exist
And have bothered me in the past
Enough to make me insane
Sometimes I still hear
The noise of clocks
That no longer exist
Enough to make me insane
…they sound…
…they echo…
…they resonate…
Convert the clocks into targets!
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WAR!
The Red Serpent of War
That took the place
Of every clock’s hands
Sadly, it seems that we’re only capable
To move towards the clocks
We attempted to poison
The forge’s noise
Filled the emptiness left
By the organs
That we were allowed to remove
By the Red Serpent of War
That took the place
Of every clock’s hands
Sadly, it seems that we’re only capable
To move towards the clocks
That we attempted to poison
Becoming bluish black like our fists
We should have become...
To poison the concept of time
We should have nailed our fists
We should have chewed the teeth on our wrists
We poisoned the concept of time!
We poisoned the concept of time!
And now it’s …ROTTING…
Becoming bluish black like our fists
We should have become the clocks’ fists
We should have nailed our fists
We should have chewed the teeth on our wrists
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