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Introduction
00:39
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We are the people!
Who created miracles,
Who created this shit underground,
We work for money holders,
Bosses, presidents.
We killed for them.
We are Infidel Express!
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Can You Hear The Song?
01:42
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Die alone, in your glorious flag of shit
Like all of us will die alone.
Can’t you see all as a philosophy?
Do you really feel the crook?
Showing your apathy never hurts,
The truth of me
I don’t belong to any form of your peace
That splendid shit makes me fucking sick
So listen right now,
Can you really hear the song,
That I never played before?
or are we here for the spirit?
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3. |
The Youth
03:23
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Every moment has its form.
You’re sure you’ve been in the moment before?
Cos my only living form is a tragedy…
I am the hurricane!
I am the latency!
Boy, why its so hard to give up your dreams
Chopping every sense you fear, it is?
This texture foundation has infinite blood variants.
Its times I run like the three dimensions
Never saw the life a few bit, or to expect.
but my only living form is a lie,
When I ever see the ground, it moves so fast
Then I never look back.
Sucked like the days I,
Every step I make
Every move I hate
Maybe I’ll be a god like this…
I need to run like ten horses.
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Its a never ending solace I fell into,
It melts you
How it feels man to be grilled?
Sun burns those scars away,
The eyes are falling wrong way
Separate the third eye in between
Show yourself again to me
Hey shylock you’ve been goddamn preaching outside
I think I find the one, I think
Hey shylock, you’ve been preaching..
I think I found the lie…
It was a never burning sun I fell into,
Love, it melts you...
How it feels man to be grilled
Third eye signed by and between
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5. |
Fuzzy Song
02:37
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War! insane war!
Tell us what to do we count no more…
Face the big fist upon us!
Maybe its time to reach the avail
Every man will seek the fear, resources.
Every sense of fear will all fail.
We never fear the very equation,
It seems disembled.
We never hate the fact;
We are all infected by war.
Insane war!
I can’t belive we’ve done this.
Can’t believe we’ve poisoned a generation for this passion,
The bullshit beauty fashion…
It has to end before we set our minds free,
All the men should be killed; and the women should trigger the best distopia.
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Pure bongs
Pure joints
Smoke in the house,
Smoke in the bus
Nazi weed, amsterdam weed
Stick your joints up your ass
Anti-weed!
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7. |
Shade is... (pt1)
02:45
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There’s no much amount of weed
There’s no much amount of love
I just want us to be destroyed
Maybe its time achieve
Shaking near the solace
Trees will stand as man, dissenters
Its gone too far,
We’re so bored
They don’t want us to achieve
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8. |
Shade is... (pt2)
00:20
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Infidel Express Moscow, Russia
Guitars - Patriarch Unlucky
Vocals - Muhammad Ali
Drums - No Nickname
Bass - Lizard Wizard
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