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Devil Is My Friend
03:10
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Lock on to something new
I just made a pact
With a guy with horns
I just got myself a new friend
Loving it, every part of it
A bargain I can`t deny
My choice, not retractable
My choice, not proud of it
Overjoyed, make me proud
Another list of this false sound
Barbarian I become now
Lust is now my priority
Fuck this, I`m going to hell
There is nothing less
I`m looking forward to
Because devil is my friend
Loving it, every part of it
A bargain I can`t deny
My choice, not retractable
My choice, not proud of it
Overjoyed, just make me proud (2x)
Overjoyed, make me proud
Another list of this false sound
Barbarian I become now
Lust is now my priority
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Saints and martyrs
02:34
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I am living a lie
So thank you for the sacrifice
I have been told that all I see in the books is true
I am still living a lie
So thank you for the sacrifice
So I read about a man I read all there is…
Still forgotten are those
Never mentioned the true (2x)
Revolution does not choose
But the man is writting it down
Not always the one there living it…
Yeah I made a few mistakes
But I don't worry anymore
Because if the right man writes
I can still be a saint…
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History repeats, history repeats
System repeats, never to change
Subdued, subdued
Always comfortable
Pay, now also buy,
More and more, I don't need…
But hey, what the fuck
I can I can I work I work
I slave I slave
Pay, now also buy,
More and more
We don`t need…
Whips, paychecks, until the grave
Well I don't mind because I don't see
This is better for me to be
From 9 to 5 this is me
From 9 to 5…
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The melody of revolt
02:53
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Let me see a change
Let me see your body
In a different tone
Let me see you…
I`m trying to serve you
My lungs on a silver platter
I want to see you
For a dessert…
The louder it gets
I`m having a hard on…
Let me see you aroused
and ready for me…
For a dessert…
Smash the windows
With my bare fists
I`m coming to get you
And for you I`m all that exists…
I`m trying to serve you
My lungs on a silver platter
I want to see you
For a dessert…
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Define the routine
02:58
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Finally swallowed by the world
What a fucking relief
I have now become
What I always feared…
Machine well oiled
With ignorance and routine
What a lovely sight of
Conformity (2x)
Finally swallowed by the world
What a fucking relief
I have now become
What I always feared…
Machine well oiled
With ignorance and routine
What a lovely sight of
Conformity (2x)
My little shelter is not enough
It’s coming through
I can see it now
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6. |
Taking shit in a suit
01:51
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Nothing moves along
And I`m so proud
Like taking shit in a suit very loud…
Comfort is all I`m looking for
This feeling I like it
But nothing moves along
Stagnating, exaggerating
Love it or leave it
We pushed too far
Nobody understands
Why I`m taking shit in a suit…
Comfort is all I`m looking for
This feeling I like it
But nothing moves along
Stagnating, exaggerating
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Logos et chaos
02:41
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Now let us free
Souls and minds in desire
We bring peace
A strange dischord on a level higher
We know what we are doing wrong
We just don`t know how to stop
Now let us free
Souls and minds in desire
We bring peace
A strange dischord on a level higher
We know what we are doing wrong
We just don`t know how to stop
Frustrations combined in a song
Here`s our hearts we let them roam free tonight
Because we feel we are all the same in a way
We know what to do
We just don`t know how to start
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Bloodstains that never go away
Scars stuck with me
Fuck this world it’s never been fair
So I`m giving it all away
Freedom calling my name
Again and again
Bloodstains that never go away
Scars stuck with me
Fuck this world it’s never been fair
So I`m giving it all away
Sick with this feeling of apathy
I don`t care and I don`t see
Bite me but I have a new brain
For bombing this shithole with
My words of venom
Traitorous words
No remorse (4X)
I will destroy or so I hope
Every fragment of your dreams
I will pummel you with this
Death roll rock n core
Freedom calling my name
Again and again
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Blissfully ironic
02:09
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Trying to be a revolutionary
But I ended up working 9 to 5
Now all I have left is love and music
But somehow that`s quite enough
For me…
I remind myself
Seek it all again anew
But for now I am satisfied
With blissfully ironic (repeat)
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Sticksnap
02:47
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Blankets of darkness
Is all I see
From time to time some sun
This box of mine is made of shards of feelings (2X)
Living day by day
I try to disappear (2X)
Beam myself somewhere out of here (2X)
Beam myself somewhere…
Beam myself…
Pulling me back and forth
Making me lose myself
A void to disappear into
Engulf me in my sweet denial
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Water
02:24
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We arrogantly submit
And we give nothing in return
Do we think we know it all
Do we think we know it all
We squeeze, we grab
We make it die and we let it rot
Let it rot…
Tantalus, swimming in the glass of water…
This is our punishment
The knowledge of an end
Tantalus, swimming in the glass of water…
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The Hoax Program Slovenia
The Hoax Program is a hardcore/stoner rock band from Ajdovščina, Slovenia.
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