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My hell lives inside a brick house
Windowless, full of noise that bleeds out
From the bullet hole in the sides of my fucking head
You motherfucks.
I'm done.
A curse on your fucking head.
Your blood on my hands.
Years of self-sacrifice
Years of cleaning up your mess
Fucking ungrateful.
Every fucking sub group from cardigans to leather vests
You're all fucking shit.
And I'm fucking buried in it.
All I have left is short of the grave.
I am penniless and fucked up.
Empty.
Half my fucking will sucked out.
You're all shit.
And I'm fucking buried.
I HATE.
From cardigans to leather vests,
You're all shit.
Heart hard as stone, black as crow.
I reject them.
All I have left is my balls and my word.
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2. |
Nails - Tyrant
00:42
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Lesser men want control
They'll never have what I hold
The power in my head and hands
Destroy all who oppose
I want to make you suffer
Hated because I don't belong
I live to prove you wrong
There is nothing you can do
I'll take what the fuck I want
I will make you suffer
Kill
(music: Jones / lyrics: Jones)
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i am the CEO i created this ego with the blood sweat tears and years of constantly changing the lineup because i cannot make my mind up because i'm a fuck up and i cannot keep my hole shut but i have a death metal band and were gonna land a record contract right on your fuckin face -- i swear to satan i swear to satan that this bloody metal hell will reign down on my loser ass and bless my soul as long as i keep fuckin those holes and stepping on toes no offence but your opinion is far from brutal -- i love playing shitty clubs i love it when the sound guy sucks just as much dick as i do someday i'll be somebody's bitch -- i swear to satan say, say, say... it's bloody metal hell -- i am the CEO i created this ego with the blood sweat tears and years of constantly changing the lineup because i cannot make my mind up because i'm a fuck up and i cannot keep my hole shut but i have a death metal band and were gonna land a record contract right on your fuckin face -- someday i'll be somebody's bitch someday i'll be somebody's bitch someday somebody's bitch -- that's not a proper change-up
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We will never have peace
We will never find joy
We will never find rest
We will never be enough
In this life, I have seen all things under the sun
Everything is meaningless
Like chasing after the wind
In this life, we mean nothing
Ash to ash, dust to dust
Nothing is new under the sun
Everything is meaningless
A chasing after the wind
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6. |
Zeit Geist - Under
02:03
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Pull them from their steel palaces
put their heads on spikes
the cries of the people
won't be fucking denied
burn the fucking streets
support the anarchy
rise up, unvanquished
bullets into the crowd
but it keeps surging for your throat
you took away their rights
and now they've come for you
your crimes will be answered
with violence and your death
your corpse dragged through the street
justice with your severed head
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All of a sudden help is on the way. Attention continues to convene, meeting an embodiment of fear. “Spectators! The body is not moving.” Commence precautionary measures until they get here. A look at your watch. Begin to provoke him with speech, soliciting questions for answers. Anticipate an incoherent response, maybe a subtle mannerism just to know. Stare at your watch a little longer, as the softest rock grates against my skin.
I’ve been invited to dine with others, a compelling manifestation. They raise a glass to toast my arrival. I will not be able to visit anymore (fragile nature of our being). What do we have to plan for? What do we have to plan for? An overactive imagination and the irony of death—life’s most interesting principle. A redundancy that accounts for everyone. That we cannot transcend or displace. Reducing life to choices with no options. Unaware of what is not tangible, I’m going to find out. Going to find out. Approach the designated seat at the table and reach for my glass. It has already been filled. I’m going to find out. Going to find out.
Flashing lights converge on the city street. Parties mutually interested agree to part the way. Let the professionals handle this. “Does anyone know what happened? Does anyone know what happened?” I guess a first impression means a lot. His vital signs have slipped below normal. He will not heed to acknowledgement. “We have to get him out of here!” He will not heed to acknowledgement. “We have to get him out of here!” It’s not long before we proclaim him.
Voices whispering around me increase in intensity. They almost shatter the glass I hold. If I only could identify their source. I need the subtitles slower, I cannot read them. How do I ask to gain clarity? This will be the first time if I ever address you, surpass your attempt at a chalk tracing. I’m not getting better. I’m not. I’m not. I’m not. And it’s not getting better. It’s not. It’s not. Mistress-antidote cycle calling. It’s not getting better. It’s not. It’s not. It’s not. And I’m not getting better. I’m not. I’m not.
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I crawl! Into the skin of a thief,
And the first sentence of mystery
Burrows into my eyes.
Gossamer telegraphs thread through the mind,
And the knives that once were against me
Forge anew in this mystical grip
(Then I become)
A live wire; a 9 cut loose...
Writhing, sparking and spitting...
A serpent rabid with electric venom.
I feel the sine wave murmur
...Through these nerves
...Through my blood
...Through this flesh
Becoming a conduit for malevolent voltage.
(And now I am)
A vengeful phoenix,
Rising from a molten crucible of misanthropy.
A one-eyed idiot god,
Casting destruction in every cardinal direction.
Synapses set aflame
The moment they emerge.
I struggle to unconsciously subvert
My own stupidity
Through solipsistic shock therapy.
This singed serpent spirit
Attempts to drop its Black Egg.
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14. |
The Truckers - Jacknife
03:11
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You are on your last mile • I am just beginning • I got your redemption • Right on the edge of this blade • I’ll be there in the shadows • Waiting for you to cross the line • I’ll wait for a long time • For a goddamn long time • Many will stay on the same path • Few will cross the line • This is for the one who crossed the line • Blasphemy, profanity, irreverence • Traitor, impostor, I bring chaos • Second class amateur, wanna be • No respect, no logic, no relief, no legitimacy • No not for me • I wanna walk alone • Break the ranks and sing my songs • I wanna walk alone • Leave this place where we’re all the same • These clones die one by one • I wanna walk alone • I will walk alone • Stand in the night and tell me what you feel • Far from heaven, your promised land • It’s so dark it sucks your soul dry • It’s all right • Go • I break the ranks with my robot friends • They march on the same beat so I leave’em behind • I’ve seen the night • Look straight into her eyes • I’ve seen Goliath • And I have made my choice • The great darkness is upon us • And He • He’s among us • A quick motion and then I’m gone • The great darkness is upon us • And He • He’s among us • I kill the lights and then I’m gone • No relief • Not for you • No relief • Not for me • I take this blade and set you free • No relief • Jacknife! • I take this edge and set you… • Free yourself from servitude • Save yourself from certitude • Turn your face away from the sun • This is for the one who crossed the line.
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15. |
Pangea - The Dark One
02:51
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As I grew bounded to my fate
Rewinding the wounded memories I gained
So weak I can hardly breathe
So sick of their lies, tired of deceit
Is god's will or just a lie
People live and others die
Never had the chance and they never will
Forever doomed as I wonder why
Dead bodies walking coffins
Caged souls locked in prisons
They might forget, but still unforgiving
Fearless zombies walk among the living
Is god's will or just a lie
People live and others die
Never had the chance and they never will
Forever doomed as I wonder why
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Sushi
From Japan, from China, from Korea
She doesn't like having sex
She doesn't like porn videos
She loves cooking all day
In your house, eating sushi!
She eats all day (your life)
She killed your mom for one cup of sushi
Their eyes haven't soul
Life without six, it's much better
White, soft, beautiful (Sushi)
Black, dirty, ugly (Sex)
Days eating sushi, days without sex
Walking in the streets (Alone)
In your house, eating sushi!
Water, oil, onion and a kitchen (Liked)
But
Kisses, penis, vagina and a bed (Hated)
Pervert Sushi!
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20. |
SLAB - The Nihilist
08:02
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I am the nihilist, sent to derange and disengage
Time weighs, heavy in my hands
But there's always that time for the last dance.
Show me the...
Handled up shoes and rags, piles of photographs.
Lady of Perpetual Succor, don't be long, don't make me suffer.
Can you hear the dead voices sing?
My hollow words are so deafening.
Like a phantasmic horde comes the triumph of death
The wheel of misfortune spinning endlessly
In the distance, hear my voice...
And you will hear, you have no choice!
Can you hear the dead voices sing?
My hollow words are so deafening.
Blood for blood, name by name
Arbeit Macht frei, I am the Nihilist!
Towing the souls of the dead in my wake,
As I head into the dark.
I tear down the memories of your loved ones.
LOST AND GONE
Perpetuation of hate and destruction,
Thinly disguised as moral medication
NEVER SEEN AGAIN
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Broken bodies, rotting corpse
This pile I need to hide
The stench of death is getting worse
I’ll take them for a ride
Late at night all is dark
You’re not worthy of the grave
Dig a hole in the woods
Your soul cannot be saved
These bodies in my trunk
No longer have a name (they have no name)
Evidence of my crimes
The lime will wash it away
My empty soul is cold and dark
And it’s thirsting for your life
My suffering will be erased
With help from my friend the knife
You run away, you run away
But you won’t get very far
Before long you’ll be dead
Stuffed in the trunk of my car
Get in the pit!!
The time has come to dig me a pit
I think I found the perfect spot
Deep in the woods where no one will go
Left alone where all the corpses will rot
They rot away, they rot away
Long before you’re found
Just another victim of the lime
Melt away lost in the ground
These bodies in my trunk
No longer have a name (they have no name)
Evidence of my crimes
The lime will wash away
These bodies in my trunk
No longer have a name (they have no name)
The emptiness I feel inside
Remains the same
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23. |
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onslaught of a flood on the fatal day
crushing like the dead weight of a fallen deity
well could it be just the luck of the draw
or just - perhaps - vicious - circle - hemlock
the culprit is my anarchive of a motherfucking caustic vibe
imbalanced adorned by my decay of faith
relentless siege hammering a titans anvil
perched upon a fault line revel in this mode of hate
crouching in a clotted corner
bloody blade in hand
pushed and pulled to stretch beyond what used to think as man
i'll finger paint a curse of pain on canvas made of flesh
and ponder soaked in liars blood just who will be my next
crouching in a clotted corner
bloody blade in hand
recounting acts of violence hate and pain
i've dealt so grand
lives and limbs strewn all about
and elsewhere more of the same
crossed just one too many time to be as they think sane
you fall from the grace of this one life
fall from the grace for one last time
fall from grace
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24. |
Cloud Rat - Vigil
02:00
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Hera,
All we will be left with is cinder and ash.
Let him bravely turn to face his actions.
Penance? Carcasses.
Show an impulse of compassion.
Spirits aspire to the sky; condors.
Don't worry. You will be loosely tied.
Crossing repitition, the march goes on.
Drone. Drone. Drone. Engine eating coal.
Shipped alive, will our species even survive?
Becoming the destroyer of skyscrapers,
Our component parts will be ripped out.
Biological strings of intestines,
Buried deep in the ground.
What part of the genome will survive?
Simply love.
We shouldn't survive.
We shouldn't exist.
All of the sudden, Earth.
My chest feels heaven.
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So blinded that you can't see
That your baby has become a bastard
And your only love is an unfaithful whore
Always on her knees in the pursuit of something more
Watch it burn
Watch it bleed
Watch it die
No faith to keep
No sons to weep
No future
Let the wolves in
They devour what we left
No faith to keep
No sons to weep
No future
Let the wolves in
They devour what we left behind
I hope it dies in your arms
So you know just how it feels
Falter and crumble like the weak mess that you are
And know that I knew all along
Sing your empty words to your empty song
Let the wolves in
Let the wolves in
Let the wolves in
They devour what we left behind
So blinded you can't see
That demons and devotees
Are different names for the same thing
Always on her back in the pursuit of something more
I wanna watch you burn
Nailed to the cross you built
Like a god in your fantasy world
They devour what we left behind
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26. |
Fulgora - Artifice
04:23
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Obedient slaves,
When you will open eyes?
Their greed is boundless,
The leeches are fed our needs!
Our bloodsuckers!
Will not leave us!
Our bloodsuckers!
Will eat due to us!
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Sunday mantras repeated together
Predict 2nd coming's, I forecast the weather
Snakes never bite us, gathered we sing
God is our shephard, the glory, the king
i'm knocking on your hearts door, let me inside
Follow me now, let me be your guide
Gather now children and welcome the dead
And silence the beast inside of your head
Last Call! Last Call! Last Call in Jonestown
Bottoms up, Swallow the hemlock
Drink from the cup!
Pupils dialated, roll over white
I am a witness to Heaven's bright light
Join hands now ye faithful
In worship we sing
But the light is too bright i can't see a thing
Save us now father from what we've become
Bring us together now as one
Guide us to paradise
To Jesus the son
Save us now father from what we've become
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29. |
Copkiller - Aliens
01:29
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30. |
+HIRS+ - Dimebag
02:43
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(....if you don't know the lyrics to these Pantera tracks and consider yourself a metal-lover, think again!!!)
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31. |
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32. |
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On this melting pot, compounding impurity and weeding out the strength
Like mechanical composite will reducers - woe beholds the pale
In our vast concrete fields, the genetics of centuries play out
(Outdated ideals make zombies of zealots!)
Black shiny rails
Winding, metal, serpentine centipede with foglight eyes
and monotone wails
As they ride through cities we dwell, like parasites, in their bowels
The serpents engine, leaking acid
Eggs of paint, in sprawling text
Slithering in the hearts of cities
Winding under homes and graves
Touch the pale
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Seems to be a desire for burning
The morbid, sickening truth
It's a dream but reality's turning
Manipulation to torture for you
In a blaze just to the north lay a victim in the fire
At the neighbours next door a few more
As the flames got higher front door, demon spawn
Take a plunge and dive into the fire
Twist it, Scream it, Burn it, The jury is out, a desire for burning
Seems to be a desire for burning all of you
Crawling through the ashes on your knees with blistered hands
Looking for reality but getting banned
Twist it, Scream it, Burn it, The jury is out, a desire for burning
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All of the kids to the back of the classroom
Door must be locked, windows are crosshairs
All of the kids to the back of the classroom
No heroes welcome, your will to be broken
All of the kids to the back of the classroom
You can live in fear
I won't keep my eyes to the ground
Fight them as they come
Fuck them if they can't take a joke
Lest you spend your years chained scribing on the chalkboard
White lines on black lies
The classic tale of when they came
The classic tale of when the aliens ate your brain
The classic tale of when they came
It's pathetic
It's so pathetic
You'd learn to feel if you'd learn to deal
Impulses arrested, on your grave i'll spit
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(the name of this track translates in English to "Halitosis"; no actual lyrics provided...)
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37. |
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We're here to tear you down by first instilling doubt.
Turn your blessing into burdens.
Offer only one way out.
We'll drag you down to mercy.
Steal what you've earned.
We'll do just about anything
to watch you burn.
Induce dysfunction
through deconstruction.
You'll die alone when we take away your throne.
Disguised as lovers,
fathers, and mothers.
Dead end.
We're your only friends.
---chorus---
We're here to criticize everything you do.
Re-evaluate everything you thought was true.
Lovingly infect you with guilt.
Grease you up with greed.
We'll do just about anything
to watch you bleed.
---chorus---
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39. |
Flayed - II.V
00:45
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(no lyrics available...)
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(...brand new, never before released or heard song means no lyrics are currently available; we shall add them later on once they're provided/finished....)
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From the depths of the dark side
Crawling to the mirk
Lost in waters of bronze
Coming from the bowels of earth
Draining memories in fusion
Vision, unbearable
Enter, in swamps of unborn
Cursed is this name
Which I spell
By trembling of fear in darkness
Seizing me again
Fascinated, staring, my soul is lost
Hypnotic, fervent rhythm
Drebched in a primitive trance
Tearing the sense of my consciousness
This barbaric pulsation
Choke my pulpit
Mesmerized as you behold that god from above
Tempered of a salty and noseous sweat
Nerves paralysed by this anxious dream
Prostrate
Into a demential sea
And the silence comes
Powerless, abandoned
Left nude
In front of him
In the center of this circle of another age
I feel now the unspeakable
Swash, Yhss
Swash yhss, has khaee
Pow your hal
Pow your hal yhss ath owgn
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42. |
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(no lyrics available...)
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43. |
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(no lyrics available...)
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44. |
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45. |
Weed Thief - Advisor
01:29
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Give up, give in and get lost
Let final thoughts and secret whispers win
Spare yourself self loathing and put your young life to rest
Just give in to the crushing constructs of all of your inner conflicts
They say they'll leave in the morning and they stay for weeks
Lingering ceaselessly
Self induced split skull spills out every doubt
All your pressures ease
Secret whisper tells me how to live
Tells me I'm better off dead
That I've got no friends to confide in who'd understand...
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46. |
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Red mist lies thick and still like London fog.
A butcher knife could carve this weight.
We're captivated by bolts and thunderous sound,
with billions waiting in the wings.
I can't take this.
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48. |
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49. |
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The unlove in overhues.
Anxious in anxiety.
Aim me down and fire away.
Hopeless and dead forever.
I am the expose of a dying animal.
Pull my triggers pointing backward.
I am ending curtis ploy.
My darkness never had a shadow.
Until your light had come to interrupt.
You play 'you're full'
When you cannot eat.
Like I pretend I'm dead...when I wish for sleep.
I'm willing to die!
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50. |
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I became more disillusioned
and I'm not into this alone
you're given birth
an already consumer
and consumer's not rarely dumb
if you're dumb you must be pretty mental
and the whole society is
so we're kept in the closed space
our earth with no anger at us
but diseases spread widely and fast
so mankind's trying to invade the outer space
this is the mental space with no limits and borders
but those that sick people create
this is the overtaking craziness and it's boiled
by the increasing dumbness
our chief, did he ever exist?
just at least to keep an eye on us all
I think we're left alone hopeless and diseased
and no one would ever like
to have some deal with you or me
maybe it's right but we still don't fucking die
too nice conditions for bastards like us
who can't even keep the place we live in clean
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51. |
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52. |
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(no lyrics available...)
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53. |
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(no lyrics available...)
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54. |
Votnut - Vultures Prey
01:37
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(no lyrics available...)
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(no lyrics currently available...)
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56. |
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The loudest silence I’ve ever heard. I can’t remember when I fell asleep. I’ve got no time left. Suffocation, lungs explode, last contractions of muscles, PREMATURE BURIAL.
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57. |
Enabler - False Profit
01:37
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(lyrics currently unavailable...)
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58. |
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(lyrics are not available at this time....)
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59. |
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(lyrics not available at this time...)
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60. |
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(lyrics unavailable at this time...)
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61. |
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Pankkilainoista velkavankeus
Velkavankeudesta masennus
Masennuksesta umpikujaan
Umpikujasta helpotukseen
Niin viettelevä kahva veitsen
Niin lämmin kädensija aseen
En jätä teitä, en lähde täältä yksin
Ehkä rakastan teitä liikaa
Oli tehtävä suuri päätös
Jätän kaikki oman käden kautta
Otan teidät mukaan
Ettei jäisi anteeksipyydettävää
En tunne mitään
En koskaan enää
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62. |
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MONSTERS
Live loud
Love loud
Think fast
Be now
Monsters : get ready to party!
Monsters!!
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63. |
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Free speech is not your lapdog to do with as you please.
Seperate yourself from bullshit and all brain activity would cease. Strangling you spinless P.C. fucks.
You're living the Canadian dream - head buried like a dodo.
Fuck your partisan schemes.
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64. |
Kratzer - Zeitverlust
01:54
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(no lyrics available...)
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65. |
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(lyrics are not available at this time...)
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66. |
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(no lyrics available...)
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67. |
Deuscastiga - Scars
01:52
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I have opened my eyes
Because it’s time to find
The comfortable words
Through the loneliness
Instead of being in pain
I prefer to see you again
Instead of leave this lifetime
I prefer to live this life again
We always have to break time
To shift the way we make life
But how you leave me left scars
I prefer to see you again
I prefer to see you again
I prefer to live this life again
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68. |
Xibalba - Stoneheart
03:43
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Stone hearts are hard to break
Pound away, try to break me down
Stone hearts will never change
Cast away, in the rubble I'll remain
Stone heart
Don't you dare look into these eyes,
should have been blind
Please don't try to hold my cold hands,
'cause I won't feel
Don't mistake my kindness for affection
Don't mistake my affection for love
I'm far too insane, too far to save
I am a man, but not the man for love
Stone hearts are hard to break
Pound away, try to break me down
Stone hearts will never change
Cast away, in the rubble I'll remain
Stone heart(s)
Stone heart 'til the day I die
Sorry but I can't see
Eye to eye with the world
Victim since birth,
The outcome of mistake
Hate and lust have filled these veins
So I cut that bitch called love
I've been fucked since day one
Stone heart
Sorry Ma, stone hearts know no love
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69. |
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(no lyrics available...)
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70. |
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flüssige erlösung
blaue adern, rotes leben
weiter, und weiter und weiter
und immer weiter
nach links, nach rechts, nach links
nach rechts
pumpen und schlagen, schlagen
und pumpen
bedingungslos - pumpen und schlagen
flüssige erlösung
blaue adern, rotes leben
wieder und wieder und wieder und immer wieder
voll und leer und voll und leer
pumpen und schlagen, schlagen und pumpen
kompromisslos - kontraktion auf kontraktion
bis zum letzten dienst
bis zum ersten mal
ohne dich - trocken und tot
undenkbar - unausweichlich
ohne dich - gibts mich nicht
ohne dich - niemals ich
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71. |
Apocryphon - Berserker
02:57
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The locus of power and decision-making shifted away from you to them, from the family and the patient towards the doctor and the hospital. You’ve lost everything.
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73. |
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Satisfied by moving clouds with a rope
A poetic letter to the world without an envelope
A creampie is pathetic
Aesthetic
Wet and newborn
Raw wrath of a sunday morn‘
Hold the big nose high in the sky
Breathe!
All wanting comes from need
Therefore from lack
Therefore from suffering
With every kiss I declare war
My random shots until I am sore
I carry my shovel skin tackled
Heartful of ethic shackles
Do nobody harm
Give thy hands and give thy arm
Me - in blinking multicoloured grey
You - speechless
Not knowing what to say
Grapes, corn, malt and rye
Worth of bread and beverage
Hello and goodbye
My name is
Average
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74. |
thedowngoing - Swarm
00:54
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a sick swarm romanticised
breeding boredom through the world
i bore right through and out again
to fall through the eye of heaven
and spiral forever like a fever dream
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75. |
Abjured - Another Virus
01:56
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point the views in this sick society
where completely blinded idiots waste away
all just products, regulated ideals
controlled by the tools of power
too many fucking stupid people – will never see
too many fucking stupid people – in dumb slavery
too late the circle is still closed again
nothing learned from history, the senseless wars will never end
crimes against humanity, done by leaders without minds
still addicted to more power
too many fucking stupid people – are on the top
too many fucking stupid people – do what they want
never see what is wrong
together now against the current
not to be a part of this
we don't play their game
'cause life isn't about that
fuck your bureaucracy
fuck your dirty war machine
fuck your fashion, trends and waves
fuck your wealth
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76. |
Phantom Glue - Pilgrim
02:19
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In the mist filled garden, moving forms not a sound.
There's a bad bouquet around you.
It's now a parking lot in Chinatown.
In defeat or of Eden.
Red curtains are drawn for you
to have your privacy you derelict fraternity.
In the blackened mold sign.
Open your executive billfold.
You must obey.
Do you know my name I've had a few.
If you'd like I could tell them to you.
I was known as a pilgrim.
This ain't the Chinatown I once knew.
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77. |
Fistfuck - Déro I
02:12
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78. |
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79. |
Livver - No More Friends
01:07
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broken man been down so long
lost lifeless and numb
four walls of black begin to close
as man turns into the monster
again it ends
no more friends
their dead
voyage of black – the night wind howls
slip through the cracks and - disappear
again it ends
controlled and restrained
another day you'll never see
that this was all just in your head
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Inspired by stories you read on the web
You ditch your skinny jeans and get gauntlets instead
Entombed records out – Mayhem bootlegs are in
Bandwagon jumping to the grimmest of trends
Churches burning ‘neath cold Norwegian skies
Sweet dreams under warm sheets your dad tucked in tight
Run through the woods like a clown in the night
Squirrel bone necklace hunting knife what a sight
You’re not Count Kamul in fact your name’s Devon
We went to high school together and you work at 7-11
Summon your dark lord from your mom’s basement
Shitty bands pushing pentagrams make me fucking sick
You’ve bastardized what you thought you held so dear
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81. |
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82. |
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Bite your fucking tongue,
let the red tide run.
The words you speak,
so dead and weak,
yet echo loud and clear.
SPIT.
Spit on the graves of those you call brother.
Gnash your teeth to run with the pack.
Gnash your teeth yet left at the back.
Bite your fucking tongue.
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83. |
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84. |
Tacheless - Fucker
01:34
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85. |
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86. |
Nisroch - Cataract
00:58
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(no lyrics available at this time...)
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87. |
URTEK - The Dark Net
03:56
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88. |
Columns - The God Clause
02:14
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89. |
M:40 - En Raserad Värld
02:13
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90. |
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91. |
Belladone - Capharnaüm
02:10
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(no lyrics available...)
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92. |
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(lyrics currently not available...)
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93. |
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(lyrics currently unavailable...)
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94. |
Prevenge - Zephyr
03:32
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She sits on a throne that's made of
the exoskeletons of all her defeated foes
past wars have molded her power into a monarchy
soon she will be unstoppable
infesting her way to the top
queen of the parasites
causing all to rot
her kingdom is rich with carcasses
for all of the peasants and all the drones
to eat and gain there strength
so they can build her towers
evil larvae fill the palace
they are being birthed for the wars to come
[ACCORDING TO VOCALIST BRENNON, IN AN INTERVIEW WHERE HE BROKE DOWN THE MEANING OF EACH SONG ON THE DEBUT RECORD, "QUEEN OF THE PARASITES" HAS THIS STORY BEHIND IT:
"This song is about an evil insect warlord queen who has become a terrorist in the parasitic world. She sends her minions into battle to overthrow other kingdoms and build her empire. The throne that she sits on is made of the exoskeletons of passed dictators she’s defeated."
Source: http://killthemusic.net/post/19861021048/track-by-track-exploding-horse-the-great-mechanical
...check out that link to read about the rest of the tracks' meanings!]
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96. |
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97. |
Modokian Crest - Stryfe
01:29
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98. |
Subservience - Disorder
03:30
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Life
Dedicated time
Never gonna be the one to take it slow
And I will look up to the sky
Death
Take in your last breath
Remember
The face of the clock of the room you could not chain shut with your lies
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
Take it to war
All of these scratches are real
Scarring your life on your face
Take yourself away
Far away
Plagues
Remain a tragedy just what it seems to me
Reflected in the filthy pool polluted by your treachary
Look at yourself through my eyes, so cold
Reflect, deserved, it's taken it's toll
See the charred remains of your stupid games
And I will fan the flames
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
Take it to war
All of these scratches are real
Scarring your life on your face
Take yourself away
Far away
All I ever wanted
Was to finish what you started
Flies
Signal your demise
Burying you six feet under to pay the price
One to bleed, one to breed
Forced through to the other side
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
We're gonna take it every second of it take it to war
Take it to war
All of these scratches are real
Scarring your life on your face
Take yourself away
Far away
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
No-one gives a fuck
About you
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99. |
Mizanthrop - Zahlenwerk
04:12
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100. |
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