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Suffer Own Pain
02:47
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SUFFER OWN PAIN
i am the one and i`m forgotten // lost in the desert of my pain // and i`m tasting sweetest honey // while sucking breast of death // my only friend // i cannot see my present // my future nor my past // what`s true and what`s illusion // where`s start and where`s the end // i`m asking for direction // to find my peace and rest // i am the one and i`m forgotten // lost in the desert of my pain // and i`m tasting sweetest honey // while sucking breast of death // my only friend // face your pain // and it will swallow // run from pain // and will follow // when we look back // and learn to escape // are we to suffer own pain // so it would fade // when we look back // and learn to escape // gonna hurt lovers // so it fades // i cannot see my present // my future nor my past // what`s true and what`s illusion // where`s start and where`s the end // i`m asking for direction // to find my peace and rest // face your pain // and it will swallow // run from pain // and will follow
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Lines To Erase
02:46
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LINES TO ERASE
in comfort we asleep // asleep we loose most precious // in famine we deplete // deplete we end up sleeping // where do we draw our lines? // when we are tend to always be reshaping! // why do we draw our lines? // when thick and fragile breaks with slightest suspiration! // in sadness we reshape // reshaped we loose our oneness // in joy we guiltless hurt // when hurt we end up grieving // where do we draw our lines? // when we are tend to always be reshaping! // why do we draw our lines? // when thick and fragile breaks with slightest suspiration! // we need to learn // we need to learn to value // those moments that we share ... with life! // when eyes closed, how do we see? // when all doors shut, where do we go? // when hands tied, how do we reach? // when hands tied, how do we reach? // why do we do this all... to us?
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Spit into Kismet's Face
01:51
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SPIT INTO KISMET`S FACE
sun will perfuse the darkest trail // birds gonna sing the magic word // you are the best, the best drawn map // the perfect sign in search for life // through unexperienced - everything // you dream about // to undergo a change - radical // take back the life // shine through, shine through the dark // the anger and despite // shine love the wide, the widest range // of colors ever to invent // through unexperienced - everything // you dream about // to undergo a change - radical // take back the life // the rules suppressing every step you itch to take // are to be smashed by following the path of your own self... // time takes control, the high-speed lane // life always at a slowest pace // spit kismet into face, you do not want // for outbreak of your life to wait // through unexperienced - everything // you dream about // to undergo a change - radical // take back the life
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Towards Love
02:25
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TOWARDS LOVE
does sharing means anything more to us // than giving things? // does being good means any more to us // than feeling good? // we beg on our knees // arms stretched, palms open wide // for a seed of hope // to plant under brittle skin // so we can grow // a ray of sun to reach our hearts // so we escape the stone cold // a piece of passion and backbone // to fuel body with soul // so we can move (slowly with a sense) // towards love (towards life without regret) // does giving means anything more to us // than giving things? // does being good means any more to us // than feeling good? // we beg on our knees // arms stretched, palms open wide // for a seed of hope // to plant under brittle skin // so we can grow // a ray of sun to reach our hearts // so we escape the stone cold // a piece of passion and backbone // to fuel body with soul // so we can move (slowly with a sense) // towards love (towards life without regret)
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Praying For Silence
02:53
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PRAYING FOR SILENCE
trying to read a poem // at 6:25 in the morning // after a bad night // of sweat-soaked nightmares // trying to gain // a measure of calm // from the words of another man // who calls himself a poet // i have never felt // more isolated // among the multitudes // in this human zoo // as i do right now // trying to read a poem // at 6:25 in the morning // after a bad night // of sweat-soaked nightmares // trying to gain // a measure of calm // from the words of another man // who calls himself a poet // i have never felt // more isolated // among the multitudes // in this human zoo // as i do right now // i can`t do it // because of the constant interruptions // the stamping of feet // the slamming of doors // the flushing of toilets there is never a moment of silence // trying to read a poem // at 6:25 in the morning // after a bad night // of sweat-soaked nightmares // trying to gain // a measure of calm // from the words of another man // who calls himself a poet // i have never felt // more isolated // among the multitudes // in this human zoo // as i do right now // trying to read a poem // at 6:25 in the morning // after a bad night // of sweat-soaked nightmares // trying to gain // a measure of calm // from the words of another man // who calls himself a poet // i have never felt // more isolated // among the multitudes // in this human zoo // as i do right now.
(Lyric taken from Crimethinc. political prisoners poetry handbook)
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ANNIHILATED CONFIDENCE JEREMIAD
i bleed... those wounds won`t heal // i still can hear the melody of dancing knifes // loud, deep and sharp so i pulsate the pain // and fill the air with grinding dusty grey // you think you are that safe? // now deal with this when it backfires on yourself! // you think you were so great? // now how it feels to gulp down your own waste? // i`m still... i`m worn and i ignore // things planted into bowel of my confidence // this humilates, this ruins all we have built // no trust, no honesty, no open hearts forevermore! // i`m burst... i`m torn apart, and still i feel // the rolling stones down parched throat // i don`t belong and i condemn with all my entity // the stalkers of all times, all sorts! // you think you are that safe? // now deal with this when it backfires on yourself! // you think you were so great? // now how it feels to gulp down your own waste?
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SPONTANEITY AS THE BIGGEST SHORTFALL OF OUR TIMES
weighting to conclude and manifest the resolution // competing time we never have too much to waste away // was it worth the sacrifice // if now we only own the endless funk? // boggle at the unsuspected, keep away from the unusual // damn, so scared to ruin your welth and climate of opinion // was it worth the sacrifice // if now we only own the endless funk? // we were hip // and tight misguided // directed towards // all wrong ways // what we were teached to recognize as freedom // appears the very fundament of being tight // was it worth the sacrifice // if now we only own the endless funk? // we were hip // and tight misguided // directed towards // all wrong ways // what we were teached to recognize as freedom // appears the very fundament of being tight
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8. |
Diskvalifikuok Save
02:32
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DISKVALIFIKUOK SAVE
mano rankos laiko // laiką // gniaužia, stabdo // tempia // žingsnis trunka gyvenimų šimtą // bent vienas jų užbaigia mintį // jaučiu kaip vėjas plėšia akis // lietus nuplauna lytį ir išrauna vinis // matau save ir suprantu kad aš esu // ne čia, ne ten, ne toks ne tau ir ne sau // kodėl kam gyveni? // kodėl kam ką darai? // kodėl kemši save, kuo pats nesupranti? // suskaičiuok, išmatuok ir sudėk abėcėlės tvarka // į neišmatuojamas minčiu registro lentynas // pasverk, įvertink, atmesk // "diskvalifikuota" yra populiariausias sprendimas tavo gyvenime // diskvalifikuok dėl talpos trūkumo maksimaliai susiaurėjusiuose suvokimo standartuose // diskfvalifikuok dėl horizonto apimties sąvokos seniai diskvalifikuotos abėcėlės tvarka suorganizuotų minčių failuose // diskvalifikuok save // diskvalifikuok gyvenimą // sėsk // lauk toliau // laiko
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9. |
We're What We Are
02:07
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WE`RE WHAT WE ARE
we don`t need no leaders to follow blind // we don`t need no heroes to copy / paste // i object! // we`re on a wrong way // i reject! // plastic sincerity // we can break new own grounds, mature own fruits // we can break new own grounds, that fit our needs // we`re what we are // what do we want to be // we`re what we are // not what we`re told to be // this is east hardcore/punk // the rhytm our hearts beat // look! this is us // not his/her replica // it`s time to bury down our failure complexes // lack of self-confidence, second rate identities // we have much more to say, to do our own ways // for all us hungry here, not all them stodgy there // we`re what we are // what do we want to be // we`re what we are // not what we`re told to be // this is east hardcore/punk // the rhytm our hearts beat // look! this is us // not his/her replica // we`re what we are // what do we want to be // we`re what we are // not what we`re told to be // we`re what we are // what do we want to be // we`re what we are // not his/her replica
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10. |
Wake Up!
01:36
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WAKE UP!
cities moved, removed, simulated // no more streets of free walking // people mould, produced, accomodated // no more means of free thinking // wake up, oh, wake up, people // tear apart all them ropes // wake up, oh, wake up, people // sky-high stretch your arms // media hold, corrupt, calculated // verity all came fake // discipline, maximum restrictions // personality steamrolled // wake up, oh, wake up, people // tear apart all them ropes // wake up, oh, wake up, people // sky-high stretch your arms // each a prison for those who think, talk, act, look different // only those who dissimulate remains beyond // they build a one huge limbo for all of us, people // they build a different kind of cage to imprison themselves
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11. |
Purified
01:57
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PURIFIED
take by the hand // up to the topless lift // where moon will heat // and stars will blind with bright // i need me purified // stab stab me // sink the knife // lick warmth // taste my inside // stab stab me // sink the knife // feels good playing with someones dear life? // i need me purified // shape me the wings // and steal my gravity // kiss warm my forehead // then push into abyss // leave me to bleed // my tears till full collapse // i`m ready to newborn // if there`s at least a chance // stab stab me // sink the knife // lick warmth // taste my inside // stab stab me // sink the knife // feels good playing with someones dear life? // if trust is lost and i will not believe a word // if truths believed are crushed and trampled down // there`s still so much new i`ll discover in my life // but most important is // that i`m the only one i may rely on // that i`m the only one i may rely on // stab stab me // sink the knife // lick warmth // taste my inside // stab stab me // sink the knife // feels good // playing with // someones dear life? // i need me purified
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12. |
Insecure Homosexuality
02:11
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INSECURE HETEROSEXUALITY
Nina was girl just like many // had lots of friends and were often to parties // never sad nor unhappy // only couldn`t stand talks about homosexuality // but one night at best friends birthday party-hardy // she drank too much and relaxed way too heavilly // not remembering many details // woke up in dearest Jenny`s embarce // Nina realized she`s in love // but situation way too difficult to overcome // her friends all just like her // would condemn "perversion" instantly // not being able to admit nor lose face // all she came to was slash her wrists // what motivates your blind illiberality? // do you feel so insecure about your heterosexuality? // Thomas was a tough guy // chubby muscle, nice grown body // always first in everything // never letting down anybody // everytime surrounded with audience // loud-and-proud to declare his gay hatred // it was at school dance party // when he started feeling something to his best mate Andy // scared of such 'abnormality' // that same evening ate his fathers shotgun barrel
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13. |
Ghetto
03:06
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GHETTO
is this another jew syndrome infected movement // with some ideas to claw hold of? // fed and grown out of own miserable existence // just like a dog barking mad till chain attached // what are we to do // with what do we have // when we are off the chain? // where are we to appear // with all the nice idea[l]s // to be put into practice // when all we do is blindly following our little leaders? // when do we back ourselves singing, dancing and screaming // 'more than music' catchwords // what do we mean? and do we mean at all? // what are we to do // with what do we have // when we are off the chain? // where are we to appear // with all the nice idea[l]s // to be put into practice // till we blind consume ideas // we are just the same // we are just the same sort of what we fight against! // till we do not acknoledge // that we build those ourselves // we fight the mils of our lifes we never gonna win // cuz we do still ignore ourselves... // the mils are in our heads... // and we are in our heads... // and our heads are tame... // we build ourselves the ghetto to survive, the ghetto to backup // our lack of faith in our ideals and our dreams // we build us ghetto to escape the truth, to give ourselves reasons // and make our struggles easy and impress... // when crop is ripe, are we to cook the bread? // when crapper full are we to clean out shit?
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Bora Vilnius, Lithuania
Ugnius - guitar/vocal
Dalius - drums
Vladik - main vocal
Mindas - bass
Darelis - bass
Krilaz - bass/voc.
some basses made little bit meneover, band remaind solid whatsoever
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