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Mohawkwind
02:11
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I'ts just a joyride.
No more than what you make of it.
Can't see, won't see.
There's more to life than this.
But what do you know man?
Bottled up inside.
You always look down.
This will fix you right up.
Don't fucking count all your failures.
Don't fucking count all your money.
Don't fucking count on economy.
No agenda, no greater scheme.
Take the ride, it's just a dream.
Don't fucking count all your failures.
Don't fucking count all your money.
Don't fucking count on economy.
Rather have a day at the factory.
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Give up.
There's no need to give up.
I won't let you give up.
I won't let you go.
No one to blame, no apologies.
There's no reclamation rights for this.
Was not fit, is not fit
to excist in a world like this.
Give up.
Give in.
Silence.
No option.
This is for you.
Finally you can see,
how easily we can be free.
Don't let this scare you.
It wasn't meant to.
Ignorance is bliss and silence is death.
Help us, don't fail us.
Don't fall silent...
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Less is Roger Moore
01:14
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Your trend.
Already dead.
Life is over.
Your day.
Already gone.
Life is over now.
Just take it easy for a while
your skull is crushed, but yet you smile.
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Pink funeral
03:02
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Quietly waiting, hoping things will slow to a crawl.
Your truth didn't set us free at all.
Quietly waiting, watching all giants fall.
Your truth didn't set us free at all.
We fade into the background.
A gaping hole in our wake.
Deceiver. Destroyer.
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In a world for the few rules are to be broken.
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Are we werewolves yet?
05:44
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In the shadow of Manhattan
your smile is a tomb.
Your eyes are machine gun slits
pregnant with malice and doom.
In the shadow of Manhattan
your teeth become snakes.
Your arms turn into highways
swimming in gasoline lakes.
In the shadow of Manhattan
your soul is obsolete.
Your mouth's a giant cesspool
spewing endless concrete.
In the shadow of Manhattan
your birth is your death.
They keep filling you with fear
until your very last breath.
Behind every cloud, there's more lies.
Behind every lie, there's more clouds.
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You can't enter heaven unless Jesus enters you.
Beg forgivness.
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My pal Trench Foot
03:04
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Goodbye modern man
time to greet the cave again.
Don't dream of a land you once called your own.
Everything can be taken away by stick and stone.
How much for a life in your currency?
Because I think I'll take ten.
What constitutes a prostitute?
The hips, the tits, the combat boots?
Cover your eyes, let the night bleed.
Kun kaikka maailman valot sammuu ja me kuollaan, kukaan ei vælitä.
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