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Wire
02:20
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Mistakes were made
Over and over again
A road dead traveled
Desperate for a change
Taken by the ritual
You know its trick too damn well
The substance takes you in
Yeah the substance takes you in
Dying for this ritual
It’s slowly dragging you to hell
If you don´t take it in
If you don’t take it in
Mistakes were made
Over and over again
A road dead traveled
Desperate for a change
And it´s a senseless war
Leading us nowhere
Only money to be made
When you turn them into criminals
Taken by the ritual
You know its trick too damn well
The substance takes you in
Yeah the substance takes you in
Dying for this ritual
It’s slowly dragging you to hell
If you don´t take it in
You’re in over your head!
Deteriorate our beings
Rejoice in the laws set
Neglecting any cause – that’s wrecking us
No learning from the past -take only prisoners
Fuck these mistakes
More roadblocks up ahead
No road untraveled
No false start to start again
(Mistakes were made)
No false start to start again
(Over and over again)
No false start to start again
(A road dead traveled)
No false start to start again.
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2. |
The Abattoir
02:07
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Race me down to the abattoir
To a world of endless consumption
We need room for our livestock to feed
While we feed on their corpses
Set your habits aside
And look a little closer
See what we’ve become
Murderers
Murderers
Murderers
Of ourselves.
It’s a new world order;
Chemicals ruling our tongues
Food’s injected with poison
Adding flavour to our meals
Cancers eating our systems
Set your habits aside
And look a little closer
See what we’ve become
Salt your veins -Sugar our hearts
With no compassion
And submit to mass consumption
Murderers
Murderers
Break free from the abattoir
Don’t eat yourself to ruins
Our stomachs turned into living graves
How can we deny?
We’re murderers
Murderers
Murderers
Killing ourselves
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When we were kids
So young
Always climbing trees and having fun
No idea if our hearts would turn colder
How things would work when we turned older
Little kids with small problems –
big kids - big troubles
So what is wrong – with trying to stay young
‘Cause growing up – feels like giving in
Growing up – feels like giving in
And of course things change
- keep forcing my ideals to back down
But I won’t bow down
A paradox of our minds
The years don’t kill what we need to find – in life
Or at least don’t allow them to
But I won’t bow down
I won’t bow down!
We can’t stay kids
And stay young
But we can climb and still have fun
Don’t let you heart grow colder
And still speak out against the things you consider wrong
Just grow up – and don’t give in
See the world – and don’t give in
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4. |
Rosa
01:50
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So young when you found your “way”
Settled in - then you had to flee
‘Cause you saw it with different eyes
But big change attracts enemies
They smelled your blood and claimed you dead
They caught you a couple of times
But couldn’t beat the things you had in mind
No one could take your biggest dream
The true social democracy
They smelled your blood and claimed you dead
‘Cause they recognised the truth in what you said
Put a bullet through the mouth that talks too much
- an indication that it was the right nerve
An open wound, rotting for years - begging to be touched
Ow Rosa dear –
Unrightfully they stole your years
No war could take you in
except for this one
Against the throne that led them all
the one against the Capital
Yeah, no war could take you in
Except for this one
Against the throne that leads them all
Made me want to crush
The Capital!
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5. |
Soapbox
01:57
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Most things thrive on coincidence
I saw a man with a gun in his hand
Not knowing what a human life is worth
I spoke some words to ease his mind
Let him see there are more things to find
In life than the battles he believed in
This world is made of glass
Everything that’s come will pass
Anything can change the balance of our existence
A fundamental formula
Settling everything we know
Forget about that god of yours - create your own world
One day he read a science book
It changed how he looked at the things he couldn’t see
And it set him free
This world is made of glass
Everything that’s come will pass
Anything can change the balance of our existence
A fundamental formula
Settling everything we know
Forget about that god of yours - create your own world
One year later I saw this man
He never held a gun again
He had a glow I’ve seen before on the men with a more rightful course –
In our history, by refusing the doctrines - take control- standing on a soapbox, screaming: “Revolution”
“Revolution”
“Revolution”
“Revolution”
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6. |
Business Bastards
02:14
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Why oh why? Why oh why?
Things running smoothly in your business world
You defend these rotten things
Slavery before happiness
But things run smoothly in your business world
I can’t put my finger on your kind
You say it’s our wishes you oblige – but that’s a lie
All lies!
I’d rather travel more miles
On petrol not soaked with human blood – why why why
So many lies?
Maybe these are just too friendly-a-rhymes
For all those raped and killed in your line of fire
Maybe I address your actions way too mildly
In the hope your company is run by friendly guys
I try to see things in a wider perspective
But tell me how can I accept the ruined lives?
How do you set them aside?
And sadly you never tried -
To turn your policy into something
That actually matters
Maybe these are just too friendly-a-rhymes
For all those raped and killed in your line of fire
A new breed of greedy bastards comes in sight -
Those who rather use the whip than to lower their rations
Why oh why? Why oh why?
Things running smoothly in your business world
You defend these rotten things
Slavery before happiness
But things run smoothly in your business world
They’re running smoothly in your business world
Yeah they’re running smoothly in your business world!
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7. |
Black Crops & Green Seas
02:07
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Let’s wait till our seas turn green
Algae green with a touch of blood red
Yes we fare well
While topping their chain
Boats full – locked and loaded
Fare well into a deeper hell
And at the end of this procession
When all barren land’s dead
Do we look back and see
Where we went wrong?
While continuing our death fleet
More oil drills being set
Will we look back and see
That we got it all wrong?
Let’s wait till our crops turn black
Quick crops for our late night snacks
Yes we fare well
While topping all chains
Machines full – locked and loaded
Running to a deeper hell
Into a deeper hell
So-called progress takes us further
I only see our options dissolve
When we stare at the doors that are open
I wonder if we wait for more:
Algae green and blood red summers
Until our shores’re destroyed
Destroyed
And at the end of this procession
When our barren land’s dead
Do we look back and see
Where we went wrong?
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8. |
Army Boys
01:34
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Keep your rifle close –
We’re hitting enemy ground soon
For king and country
Let’s shoot them “Charlie” gone
Run run run run run
But you’ll never get there
My son son son son son
What did you sign up for?
You chose a profession of killing
But are you willing to give everything?
So
Run run run run run
But you’ll never get there
My son son son son son
What did you sign up for?
Fratricide – the fate of our evolution
A paycheck: your soul for a minor contribution
You’d better be your countries’ rejection than be exposed to vivisection
Ending up in statistics of another failed mission
Keep your rifles close
We’re hitting enemy ground soon
For god and country
Start wars to make wars stop!
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Another hectic year has passed
We’re rebuilding residues
Recovering from the darkness
That turned our states into ashes
Picking up our good old lives
Keep ignoring the castes that brought us disaster-
Following the lines of our outdated classes
And I wonder
Are we but animals?
Are we just animals?
Animals?
Waving red flags on our shores
Our brains don’t need any more
Lies to starve our empathy
Or grow more indifference
Hey!
Another hectic year has passed
Rebuilding more crises’ ruins
No recovery from endorsements
That took our health and our sources
Picking up our good old lives
Keep ignoring the castes that brought us disaster-
Following the lines of our outdated classes
And I wonder
Are we but animals?
Are we just animals?
Animals?
We own more rhetorics
To answer these immoral choices
Can we throw this wheel around
And learn how to share again?
And
Learn
How
To
Share
Again?
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10. |
Pretty
01:39
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Inside she’s shouting aloud
To all the faces that never appear
Her reflection as a mere shadow
She only sees the things she fears
Because we create an image
Impossible for most – not even pretty
They’re torturing themselves –swallowed in whole
Into the illusion of perfection and beauty
Please silly girl look the other way
You’ll take anything to feed your ideas
All the stuff on the street and TV
Will nourish your sickened views -
and tainted dreams
Thousands of girls ‘cause we create an image
Impossible for most – not even pretty
Are torturing themselves –swallowed in whole
Into the illusion of perfection and beauty
Let your old dreams afloat
It’s time for new ones
Ones that keep you alive
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11. |
Prometheus
02:45
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Our continuous search is entering new times
And conquering new fields –
In search of perfection – our ethics yield
For we want our genes to sprout
Creating most uncertain lives
A bitter form of technology that leaves natural selection out.
Over and out
We’re looking at – the changing of the tides
Altering the codes of life might be the downfall of our kind
‘Cause in the name of progression
We leave all or none behind
Our continuous search is entering dark times
And conquering new fields
A product of perfection -For we all yield
In our wish to defeat death
Creating most uncertain lives
A wicked form of technology - twists what it’s all about
What it’s all about
Creating stronger or weaker versions
Is this a tale with a hellish end?
Is this a devil we created?
A two-faced mirror we’re looking at?
The more our pharmacies keep growing
The more failures we will get?
We’re looking at – the changing of the tides
Altering the codes of life might be the downfall of our kind
‘Cause in the name of progression
We leave all thus none behind
Our continuous search is entering new times
And conquering new fields –
In search of perfection – our ethics yield
For we need our genes to sprout
Creating most uncertain lives
A bitter form of technology that leaves natural selection out
Over and out
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12. |
A Place In The Sun
02:28
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Looking through your prison bars
Left in indecision
‘Cause you love who you love
A crime according to modern inquisition
In the night when your cell’s closed
You dream about when all borders dissolve
A land free from the old lords’ influence and the smell of poisonous gold
Born as a woman you must stay here
Your hands are bonded with moral chains
So sad they made you believe
Your fate’s the life as a household slave
In the night when your cells’ closed
You dream about when all borders’ dissolve
A land free from the old lords’ influence and the smell of poisonous gold
Well, keep dreaming and keep loving
Hoping one day we’ll be free
‘cause some things are not decisions
Some things are not decisions
Break the walls in our laws
‘Cause everybody deserves a place in the sun
No matter how you were born
No matter who you were born
Everybody deserves a place in the sun
(Keep dreaming –Keep Loving-
Hoping one day we’ll be free
Keep dreaming –Keep Loving-
Hoping one day we’ll be free)
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13. |
Burning Bibles
02:56
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The truth
Will set us free
(But) a soft voice whispers in my ears:
Is there anything we can count on?
Heads down
And wrong turns
Tonight I watch the angels burn
Burning the ground that we have built on
No need for prayers – no more
I’ve seen this happening before
In what monsters this can turn
Just let these pages burn
But as the fire lit my thoughts
Old ideas keep fighting us
And I struggle – for what I should believe
Keep building walls around this book
Rewrite the pages that she took
We all struggle- for it’s nothing we believe
Some truths
Will set us free
And anger whispers in my ears
Where are those gods that we should count on?
Heads down
And wrong turns
Tonight I watch the angels burn
Burning everything we’ve built up
We all suffered broken hearts
At some point in our lives
Some only mildly scratched
Some were stabbed by knives
But as the fire lit my thoughts
Old ideas keep fighting us.
And I struggle – for what I should believe
Keep building walls around this book
Rewrite the pages that she took
We all struggle- for it’s nothing we believe
The truth
Will set us free
(But) a soft voice whispers in my ears:
Is there anything we can count on?
Heads down
And wrong turns
Tonight I watch the angels burn - Just let it burn - I hope you burn!
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Sweet Empire Amsterdam, Netherlands
Sweet Empire is a politically engaged melodic punk rock band from The Netherlands. Their sound is aggressive and emotional, yet melodic and playful. Mixing elements from 80's and 90's punk rock and hardcore, it is difficult to pin this four piece down to one genre. ... more
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