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Intro
00:22
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2. |
Voiceless
02:06
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Grinding underground for years
Holding all the flame in my hands
30 years of crust and sh*it
Plus four in the dust
I’m gonna break through the main event
I’m gonna talk to your manager.
I’m gonna find your Boss..
I’m gonna be the voice of the voiceless
At least I try…
I tried, I fight, I crawl so high on you.
Main event in “the House”
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3. |
The Bullet
02:14
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Girl, you need to be on your own
As time has said to me, as we fear;
Break everything you see.
Big portion of your soul has been expired
Instinction.
Take it off your soul,
I want to give it all before.
Take every shore of your sinking waves
Born to myself, born in circles
World is a heavy foam
The world is foam.
The bullet sees it all
Never thinking on a word I said before
It thinks before you know.
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4. |
Namazte
05:39
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Breath one more for this year.
We’re ready torch of the promised year
Making change on the way and story’s called;
“Live burn ion”
Break up your world!
Break the chains of your cage!
So make up
Ride the sun
Maybe you re wrong to world
You’re wrong to break your world,
You’re chains…
Cherrytop on the media scum,
Many so tired have made this fault on you
For this year i can’t see
All the shit comes to make you fall
I can’t decide what’s real
to be in your own world
Maybe i like you more than you love me
Maybe i like you more,
Namazte.
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As we stare to the sun…
Burns!
Less eyes embrace your mashed up soul
My greater wound…
Burn into The Sun
Into the Sun.
Burn with dead,
Into a sun.
It’s truly awake.
I can’t let go the fuzz on you
I can’t let go.
Never let me go,
As we stare to the sun.
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6. |
Gazze Song
03:29
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Taste yourself,
Lets shake it on your soul.
First you have to taste yourself
And shake it on your soul.
You gotta believe what’s wrong.
You gotta believe the sins of ours,
in your cold simplest male;
GOD.
Wreckage son cause
A song of blasphemy,
“I’m the Sun!”
“I’ll descent on!”
“Make it up to GOD, take it sour.”
I’ve got a taste on you.
Thorn, maybe some day…
I refuse to drain on your plains.
I’m sure, I’m truly something,
In the night that forms its weight…
The Sun
Makes god…
The grill.
I came out as the same old bane to you
I kill seasons.
I’ve born the wound
Full-filled you!
I’ve born the wound,
That needs you
I’m the boy that fears you
I’m the GOD.
Taste yourself with GOD.
Taste.
Taste yourself, I’ll come off your soul!
First you have to taste yourself
Shake it on soul.
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7. |
Spill
02:26
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As we’re born to the shit of it all!
Thank you for the shame of your multi-brainless fight.
Spill.
Until you can’t move
Until you tell you’re dead
I played the gut of your shade
Meet the anger filled apart.
I will devastate you,
Until you’re gone
I will devastate you.
Spill.
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8. |
Smert
03:12
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In one day, you can be another man,
Words can’t change what those eyes can.
For one year you can live in full of hell
But my friends, its all they say;
I don’t care.
Can’t you see I’m the man?
Killing you while you can’t.
Can’t you see I’m the man
Killing you while you,
Smert.
I am the fucking punk and your punk is dead!
I am the fucking punk and;
Can’t you see I’m the man?
Killing you while you can’t
Can’t you see I’m the man
Killing you while you,
Smert.
Chivasa жопа))
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9. |
Sorcery
05:23
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There was the daylight,
What was I thinking?
Where is the sunlight?
What was I searching?
The great,
The great of you…
There was the daylight,
There was I thinking
I can’t believe within,
The great in you
How I found the greed in you?
I can’t believe.
Can’t find the great in you.
What I’m searching for, is not there.
And everybody around is done.
Gal, you know what,
When everyone is done,
I feel alone, I feel gutted,
Shattered,
Mattered,
Fool,
Wrong.
Think of you,
I’m done.
Without you
I’m done,
Tell me I’done.
Roll back…
Less than pacing the world all back and forth
Cystic writer sells our next round
As we’re all alone
He takes the major stroke
He gives through the major tongue
The Black Magic stroll.
Sorcery is on you,
The Ultimate Plan.
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10. |
Black Diman
03:09
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Sorry, what?
What was the joke brother?
Coming up to a world of fear,
Despises you from dip ideal, my girls!
I have to say,
Dad you’ve been dismissed.
What was the joke brother?
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Infidel Express Moscow, Russia
Guitars - Patriarch Unlucky
Vocals - Muhammad Ali
Drums - No Nickname
Bass - Lizard Wizard
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