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Wearing Out Your Welcome
00:55
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Fake morality and
Prepackaged lies
No originality in your
So called united minds
Never really trying
Seeking false fame
Among the mainstream
Only to find out shame
Cashing in at the
Very first chance
Try as you might to
Hit the bright lights
Leeches around to make
You feel fine
But still your two cents
Ain’t worth a fucking dime
Replicating everything
Where’s the catch here?
It’s like degradation of
My half with when you’re
Ranting on about the same
Old uneven line – see,
Those dollar signs
Mean fuck all to me
Everything you say
Has been said before
Shut your trap for once
But still there’s more
Take the easy way
Seek false fame
But still your two cents
Ain’t worth a fucking dime
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Last Man Standing
01:27
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Passed out for few days
And woke up sore
Not dreaming, this time it’s actual war
Few big bombs was all it took
A quick flash and the whole world shook
Last man standing feeling horrible pain
Everything we did was all in vain
I feel strange love for this silent peace
With my last breath mankind shall cease
The end is near
It is time to die
The clocks have been stopped
For you and I
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Ignorance Kills
00:40
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So we’re back for the next rant of hate
Surrounded by idiots who can’t concentrate
Got talking heads and shock value news
Twisted public opinion, moronic values
And every fucking time I stare in awe
You’re continually wrong and just stay the same
Your opinions are rotten yet they are fixed
Well ignorance kills and you won’t be missed
Guess I should sit back and laugh and relax
While the greedy ones win and the dumb ones get jacked
Hopeless morons lost in a pyramid scheme
Decades go by and you’re still way off beam
And every fucking time I stare in awe
You’re full of bullshit and just stay the same
Your opinions are rotten yet they are fixed
Well ignorance kills and you won’t be missed
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Guilty as Sin
01:04
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Heavy discipline must be taught
Free will shall dissolve
Respect only to be earned
Punishment is absolute
Make way to lose
Every inch of your self control
As it no longer
Serves any significant function
Silence piercing ears
Insanity taking its toll
Experience the bliss
Of total control
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Latecomer's Lament
01:01
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The big boys made a statement and you changed your mind
Well go and drop dead, we don’t need your kind
Act like one but you’re no friend of mine
A hypocrite and a wanker without a spine
I’ve always seen that you’re full of shit
Got something to say? Face me and say it
How you’re so feeble? I’ll never know
This is the last straw - you reap what you sow
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Cause of Death
00:57
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The question of the ideas that shape
The sheer lust for the end of days
Mental health is at stake
Unhappily ever after
Cause of death
Exuding frustration
Belligerent behavior
Cry now, laugh later
Pessimism at its best
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Bound so tightly with tension and anger
He approaches the state of rigor mortis
He can’t sleep, he can’t eat
It is even getting impossible to breath
Strangling silence welcomes the voices in his head
There’s no depth in joy, that’s what he says
Bound so tightly with tension and anger
He approaches the state of rigor mortis
He can’t sleep, he can’t eat
Living like grim death till the end
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Overwhelming
00:55
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No motive or no idea
What’s that for
Great expectations
Fell between the cracks
Overwhelming
Achieving own desire
Still needs to patronize
Wasting time – this scene’s
Like a vanity fair
Endless talk, mindless
You’re still staying nowhere
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Punk Against Hipsters
01:52
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Got as much balls a you’re bike’s got gears
The way you fucking act makes me laugh in tears
Shave your moustache or grow a beard
You’re a predictable clone not cool or weird
Don’t know when the fuck you’ll realize this
Taking crappy pictures doesn’t make you an artist
Your friends are boring, your style is shitty
You’re from Vantaa not New York City
I think I’ve had it with this urban scum
Doing thing for status and never for fun
You’re a part time blogger, a full time sucker
Just stay out of my sight you sad little fucker
Don’t know when the fuck you’ll realize this
Calling yourself a DJ doesn’t make you an artist
Your friends are boring, your style is shitty
For your phase I feel shame and pity
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Slow guys from Southern Finland playing fast music since 2007. NEW EP "RETURN TO EXILE" OUT NOW!
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