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Gettin' What You Give
02:59
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V1 I wouldnt say that every cop‘s a bastard
but I do say that every single one‘s too much
“we‘re there for you” their cars lie in our faces
they’re there to keep us quiet in our grudge
CH we thought that it was so important
to keep the people busy and the state strong
he’d be freakin out
she’d shoot and scream about
society, you’re getting what you give
V2 There is nothing ever for the people
we keep the machine goin for the worst
we’re just lookin up to the steeple
we’re the last and never will be first
V3 criminality is not a kind of personality
who’s a criminal is decided by who’s in charge
we are the symptoms of this awful disease
and we never learned anything from that
BR It’s comin’ back, that the youth has nothin’ to do
And that we don’t wanna work for this system and you
It’s takin’ ‘way our spaces and tramplin’ on our dreams
Believe me, it’s way worse than this whole thing seems
society, you’re getting' what you give
do we deserve the shit in which we live?
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Carusella
02:28
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Feelin how something grabs you
pulls you deep down into the dark
laughed down by little fish
bitten by a shark
and all the noise you want to do
transforming, filled with no air
running to the surface, disappear
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me, myself, I got a clam
can’t take it from the outside
can’t bring the inside out of my shelter
just a freezing shell
(at) a cold glacier
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too much suffer from the things I saw
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everything starts spinning (frantic) as a carousel
you fall offboard the tiny vessel and..
thirty seconds, you stop feelin the cold
and the sea grabs you one-handed and you're sinkin (down and) deeper…
BOOOM
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It’s so easy with no eyes
It’s so easy if you’re blind
It’s too easy to stop watching...
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3. |
Twelve Dead Rats
03:14
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the buther‘s hands shine all red
the nightly screams could wake the dead
bloody bowels was all that we had
E every night we would eat with the rat-s
twelve dead bodies are lyin on the ground
twelve dead bodies are left to decay
people turn their backs
no one buries the rats
they‘ve got no wings to rise for a riot
the state‘s fake smile still bright as the sky
business and money will kill us all
run with the idiots ‘til we fall
society‘s quiet, this system’s dead
there’s twelve dead bodies that rot in my head
society‘s quiet, this system’s dead
there’s twelve dead rats runnin riot in my head
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4. |
How Perfect
02:52
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When I’m going outside, taking myself for a walk
wearing the best boots that I’ve got
the prettiest dress which fits me
look how perfect I gotta be
I’m a dragon, sleepin in a cave
so I carry myself down to the front-door
playing my best music
oh, look how perfect I gotta be
need a cold distance man
when I hear them laugh behind me
swearing to myself that this will never happen again
little aerial, trying to get a signal
I am creating myself, transforming into a god
finally, I can be the coolest in the room
„narcissistic asshole“
eyes staring at me, little child aching for confirmation
I will not let anyone bring me down again
Walkin’ into the subway,
there is no one around
I see u comin
watch your face while masturbating in my new pretty dress
I can feel the invaders around me
naked, observed, judged
for the one I never wanted to be
seeing these fantasies in front my inner eye
what’s the price for appreciation
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5. |
Haeresis
04:15
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You see, all of our sisters got caught in the fire
the anxious eyes circlin round the funeral pyre
being glad, it's not us, we're in the eye of the storm
in the eye of the state to obey we were born
we're conditioned and fearing our own shadow marks
no ambitions in stepping boldly out of the dark
should be threatening the state with our clear and proud voice
and all of us say: it's my body, my choice!
we‘re the daughters and the sons of the witches, who you could not burn
we‘ll survive and we‘ll haunt this system till the pages turn
but anyone profitting wouldnt say a thing
standing astounded in a perfect ring
shaking their heads about their own fear of death
whispering truths all under their breaths
it's the logic of violence, the logic of force
the logic of owing and the feel of remorse
the tale of equality and brotherhood
had our sisters melt in the firewood
we‘re the daughters and the sons of the witches, who you could not burn
we‘ll survive and we‘ll haunt this system till the pages turn
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All You Need (Is Work)
03:06
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Hej girl, you should stop exploiting yourself
tryin to live more than anybody else
just get a safe job at the administration
and do your part for this wonderful nation
all you need is work
you‘d better sell your life or we‘ll take it instead
hej boy, you‘re a boy, you are
your role is written, you‘re gonna be a star
at the local bank or a big distribution center
you must steal everything, you wanna own in this world
you must be the slave you want to see in the world
all you need is work
you‘d better sell your life or we‘ll just take it instead
invest! - you dont need no conciousness
- it‘s only distracting
invest! - you dont need to look back
- the others just dont work hard enough
invest! - there‘s nothing bad about competition
- you must be the strongest
invest! - there‘s nothing bad about starving
- it makes you look so pretty
all you need is work
and a safe car for your family
and a sweet vacation once a year
you'd better sell you life or we'll just take it instead!
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After Sunset
02:27
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Rats gotta run, cause running is fun
But Rats never run too close to the sun
They stay in the shade, where they follow their fate
They hang with their mates, that's how Rats create
And after sunset, Rats producin' sweat
It's a mindset, Rats are no one's pet
Rats make a fuss, a riot without busts
Rat's are their own class, they're a critical mass
So they stay in the shade, where they follow their fate
Rats have their ways till the end of all days
And after sunset, Rats producin' sweat
It's a mindset, a Rat's a-noone's pet
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Butcher Man
04:28
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we were callin him the butcher man
the dead hung behind the glass of his eyes
everyone heard the shrieks behind shut doors
there were no rumours, just a city of lies
he was the butcher man
and you know, that he can
butcherman is killing tonight
just a man, doin his job
if he's asked for meat, he delivers
in his uniform, blue with bloody hands
but he washes them clean in the bloodred river of duty
he's a butcherman, he's a cop, sweeps the cold floor with a mop/mob
it's the bloodrush, it's the boredom, it's makin his living
and he just wants to give something back
for the highways built, for the insurance, for the health care and the freedom of never even being forced to decide. or care. or to doubt.
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he's got a stick and a gun and the skill to choke your will with his knee in your neck. how did the words (to that old song) go?
"what they want, I dont know….shoot him in the back now…", is, what he's told, and so he does
but
NO ONE HAS TO BE A COP
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10. |
Off With Their Heads?!
03:07
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There's doubt in the air, The brains so selective
Connection divides, but can't separate
what's true or false, Machines, they don't know
And duplicate fears, that the people can't show
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And so they hate jewish people, who they see in control
cause they lost control such a long time ago
But there is no evil, no conspiring group.
You wanted capitalism, now eat up your soup!
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States use our fear, make us feel safe in here
And there's so many of them, why only see israel?
there's those who know how to win and those who will lose
it's the core of this system of colonisation
And no one will help you when you're down and out
Cause poverty is a mighty contagious disease
But we can do better than this I would say
Bring Back the life, livin it in the streets
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"Off with their heads!", is, what you would say
But you won't change the system in one bloody day
Easy solutions neveeer existed,
Open up your hands, cause no one needs your--- fist!
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