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Atardecer de algo que debió haberse ido ayer
Mas debes seguir luchando
Pusieron vallas a cuanto quisiste hacer
Te dejan sola esperando
Momentos de rabia y dolor…
No hay justicia no hay explicación
Hoy se levanta la voz…
que todos sepan cuál es tu dolor
Un jardín que el tiempo marchitó
Las rosas pierden su color
Y aún no vemos donde está error
Siempre creímos la moción,
que entre los dos yo era mejor
Nos insistimos donde no hay amor
Un gran pesar que aqueja el corazón
de caminantes sin color
Que nunca podrán encontrar el sol
Cuanto dolor
Ya comprendo, eres mi igual
Prometo siempre caminar
Al lado tuyo siempre como igual
Resolución
Juntos al panteón
Por la resurrección.
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On est bien heureux du mal qu’on n'a pas fait.
Vas-y laisse nous jaser de s’qu’on connait pour vrai.
De s’qu’on connait pour vrai.
Fuis pas ta réalité même si l’système est fucké
T’es pas l’seul qu’y’a d’la misère à arriver.
L’amour triomphe toujours.
C’est jamais droit, c’est jamais lent,
C’est pas confortable pis c’est pas reposant.
J’marche tout croche.
Dans mes angoisses qui sont pas tellement sua coche.
Les mauvais esprits sont en tête à tête
Tout l’monde milite contre le capitalisme.
Une canne de coke d’ins mains.
Arrête de tripper sur les affaires qui valent rien
Trippe sur ta blonde.
Apprécie ton quotidien.
L’amour triomphe toujours.
C’est jamais droit, c’est jamais lent,
c’est pas confortable pis c’est pas reposant.
J’marche tout croche.
Dans mes angoisses qui sont pas tellement sua coche. (x2)
Tu vas voir ça va d’être winner.
La mauvaise compétition n’a pas d’bonne raison.
Tu vas voir ça va d’être winner.
J’marche tout croche.
Dans mes angoisses qui sont pas tellement sua coche. (x3)
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Where did it go? The friendship that we shared it now seems to have bitten the dust. Due to negligence it suffered from rust. The blame lies with both of us.
And now we see it has come to be a source of misery 2X
The chaos that follows you engulfs every facet of your fucked up life
Hide behind your digital disguise hide behind your meaningless lies
And now we see it has come to be a source of misery 2X
The things that I see are a made up story
The things that I see are a lie
You live in a fictitious universe. Your so called life
Well this is not the, is not the way this works. Giving people false hope, an impossible dream. Corrupting minds, I guess it’s just a sign of the times
Are we so afraid of our own unique realities that we feel the need to blend into some homogeneous cultural cesspool that ensures that we are all the same?
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MILFS - Falso
02:07
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Todo el mundo quiere ser alguien
pero no pueden ser ellos mismos...
Hablas de cosas que no entiendes
siempre creyendo tener la razón
Actúas como algo que no eres,
Nos vale verga tu puta opinión!
Falso! Me das asco!
Falso! No te creo!
Falso! Hipócrita!
Hablas de cosas que no entiendes
siempre creyendo tener la razón
Actúas como algo que no eres
Nos vale verga tu puta opinión!
Nunca lo vas a aceptar!
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When the songs regain their meanings,
Will I again have the strength to run?
This came to my mind when I was feeling
That everyday I was getting more numb.
I can’t name if its kind of a therapy or a trauma,
And don’t know if I should take pride.
Don’t know if i’m turning more dazed,
Or if my sense of smell is gone?
Is it all my fault?
Even if its,
It’s okay to have regrets, or else how would you be the person who you are today?
Will you let yourself breathe?
My feet aren’t touching the ground again
While I am trying to decide
If all of these are happening for a cause,
Or will I drown under this tide?
But no! I’m sure that you won’t take me
Your guns won’t be enough.
Without a cell big enough to hold my spirit,
Where will you run and hide,
When my chains break & rot?
I know it is,
Wearying to be yourself with a genocide on our streets,
But we all should learn from the still clenched fists buried underneath.
What’s a life to live if there is nothing that you can die for?
What’s the point of fear if they took your home?
What’s a life to give when there is nothing left to live for?
How can you run from your own?
Somehow you proved myself to me again,
That I will never be done.
Maybe not born of, but raised by you as a taboo,
I don’t owe shit to no one!
Yeah I’m free, like I’ll always be,
Fierce, potent and consciously.
The parvenu middle class and the bourgeoisie,
We’re fueled by hopes and dreams.
But your militias run with money.
But it all has an end,
Like our lives. But I have pride in that I wont die in vain.
Because I didn’t and won’t let any god to put a name in my pain.
What’s a life to live if there is nothing that you can die for?
What’s the point of fear if they took your home?
What’s a life to give when there is nothing left to live for?
How far can you run from your
Own light which shines upon,
The tombs of Abdul Halik Hazara and Bresci.
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NOT YOUR ENEMY - Sombras
02:56
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Siento que voy perdiendo el suelo,
dando vueltas al mismo lugar,
hoy me topo de frente con mi realidad.
Por mas que lo intente evitar,
la llave final tiene fecha y lugar,
ganar y perder es morir o matar,
de frente al espejo está mi rival.
Esas sombras no se irán,
luz contra oscuridad,
la guerra entre el bien y el mal,
David contra Goliat.
Esas sombras no se irán,
luz contra oscuridad,
la guerra entre el bien y el mal,
David contra Goliat.
Las líneas marcadas en la pared,
de cinco en cinco apagan mi ser,
comprendí que no tengo elección,
vivir sin ellas no es una opción,
las necesito para explotar,
mi mente, mi fuerza y mi potencial.
Esas sombras no se irán,
luz contra oscuridad,
la guerra entre el bien y el mal,
David contra Goliat.
Esas sombras no se irán,
luz contra oscuridad,
la guerra entre el bien y el mal,
David contra Goliat.
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Another challenge met head on
And I thank my lucky stars
That you are strong
Strap in tight and
Hold on together cuz
Things are gonna get worse,
Before they get better
We're stuck here in the long night
Hoping to see daylight
Hanging on to what's right
Trying to push on through
We're building up a new way
Getting closer each day
Not everything is OK
But it's the best that we can do
And I'm glad to be with you
I make it through a new attack
And get ready to pat myself on the back
Strap in tight and
Hold on together cuz
Things are gonna get worse,
Before they get better
We're stuck here in the long night
Hoping to see daylight
Hanging on to what's right
Trying to push on through
We're building up a new way
Getting closer each day
Not everything is OK
But it's the best that we can do
And I'm glad to be with you
Strap in tight and
Hold on together cuz
Things are gonna get worse,
Before they get better
Hold tight, daylight is coming
Just around the corner
If we make it through the night
Hold tight, daylight is coming
Just around the corner
If we make it through the night
And I'm glad to be with you
Strap in tight and
Hold on together cuz
Things are gonna get worse,
Before they get better
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EAT THE DIRT - Enough
02:46
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DEN!ED - Black Sails
03:43
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Drifting away
Far from the place that I should call home
Don’t want to go back to this world
They’ve all turned into scavengers
I think I’d rather sink!
Until the ocean is dry!
Hold on to me I am right!
I know it’s a long way to go,
But we’ll be better off on our own
The sky is dark, so is my heart
When I think about all those years
I’ve spent fighting all my troubles
That were holding me back
But one day I saw some black sails
At the end of this blue sea
That’s how I met
Another day, waking up by reality
And the fucked-up things of society
There is no more good in this world
And not much left to save
Until the ocean is dry,
Hold on to me I am right,
And if somehow, we get it
A captain goes down with his ship
The sky is dark, so is my heart
When I think about all those years
I’ve spent fighting all those troubles
That were holding me back
But one day I saw these black sails
At the end of this blue sea
That’s how I met, DESTINY
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SCANDAL - This is London
04:14
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Hardcore music hammer of head
Souls and bloods to become pride
Drunk on the streets. Black boots and spikehair
Bizzare life.. I don't care
Let they say.. And then will hear
Anti Punk Fuck Off
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NOFNOG - Opposition
02:25
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Take back! Take back!
Take back control!
The opposition – one chance let’s go
The feeling you have
When you don’t want to let go
The pressure you feel
When you have nowhere to go
The weight of the world
Smashing your back
The opposition – gets you back on track
May think you’re alone
But the fire is set
Just join the cult
We are tired of injustice
Mass shooting
Media fooling
Abandoning democracy
Rewriting books of history
Guns won’t shut us down
Pull the trigger and you will see
We are thousands –there’s not just one of me
This is us – we are the mass
No broken arrow, no downfall on our knees
The opposition – renegades of history
The opposition – will be our legacy
Don’t let them grind you down!
Don’t let them get you down!
Take back! Take back!
Take back control!
The opposition – one chance let’s go
Take back! Take back!
Take back control!
We go on and take back control
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THE RESTARTS - Black dog
02:46
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Cocooned in my duvet for
most of the week
My Appetite’s gone no desire to speak
the brain’s achilles heel
undermines all
Boosts your self worth then
sets you up to fall
Cheer up old boy stiff upper lip
You ‘ve no fuckin clue to my mindset
Black dog
suffocating me he just won’t leave
Black dog
welcome to my disease
CH
What’s my purpose here on earth
Evaluating my life’s worth
It sweeps over me in waves
Non existence is what I crave
Break my leg receive get well cards
But mental health’s met
with disregard
Stifled silence that
burdens the strain
Fight the stigma concealing the pain
Hello How you doing? I’m fine
but that’s a lie
Emotionally drained inside
I wanna die
I’ve been learning lots of
coping mechanism tricks
Here boy, invisible stick
go fetch it, go fetch it
With proper support I’m a
functional human being
But the focus on the negative is all you’re seeing
Black dog
Please understand I’m really fucking trying
Black dog
weigh the balance between loved ones and dying
CH
It’s back
Another attack
That sinking feeling
everything turns grey
Please keep fighting please keep living
You need to break out of this
subconscious prison
No need to be perfect
your life is worth it
show love and support to those who deserve it
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ALTERCADOS - La Plaga
02:12
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Al fin llego la hora de escribirlo,
La muerte es el verdadero altar!
Cualquier lamento violaría la Luna,
¿A cual mar? La canción de Judas!
Cuando el sol sale pare de sangrar,
La lluvia que esperan todo se llevará!
El sol se ahoga en su propia sangre,
Al fin victoria! Es hora de escribirlo!
Ceniza que cae, la bondad real.
Están ardiendo todas sus iglesias!
El ser humano creador del amor,
Sonrisas al ahogar el padre a su hijo.
La historia no es diferente hoy
Aunque no se registren todos mis pecados
Cuando la Tierra se abra sin rencor
Cabezas blandas traerán la plaga
LA PLAGA!
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2 MINUTOS - Amor suicida
02:25
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Me encontre a una chica en la plaza
Estaba llorando yo no se porque
Tenía una petaca de ginebra bohls y
Yo entonces, me acerque
Yo le pregunte que le pasaba
Y ella me conto todo su rollo personal
Tenía un novio que se llamaba Antonio
Que había muerto en la guerra de Malvina
El tiempo corria y la verdad cabalgaba
Ella me dio un beso y se despidio
Camino unos pasos y un arma saco
Yo le pregunte: "nena que vas a hacer?"
No me respondio y del gatillo ella apreto
Ella se volo la cabeza por su viejo amor
Ella se volo la cabeza por su muerto amor
Ella se volo la cabeza por su viejo amor
Ella se volo la cabeza por su muerto amor
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I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE
L.A. CAN SUCK MY DICK (FROM THE BACK)
HOPE YOU DIE OF A HEART ATTACK
YOU BUNCH OF FUCKING PRICKS
WANNA GO WHERE THE AIR SMELLS CLEAN
WANNA DITCH THIS BOURGEOIS SCENE
WANNA CATCH MY BREATH, DRINK MYSELF TO DEATH
BE OLD AND FUCKING MEAN
I HATE YOUR PIERS, HATE YOUR FAKE ASS TEARS
YOUR FAKE ASS FUCKING SMILES, THE AISLES OF HOMELESS FUCKING DEAD
IT WAS EVERYTHING THEY SAID
I HATE THOSE FACE STRETCHED ZOMBIE BITCHES HORDE
I HATE THAT YOU’RE FOREVER BORED
YOU FUCKING WASTES OF LIFE
YOU MAKE ME WANNA FIGHT
YOU MAKE ME WANNA FIGHT
I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE
L.A. CAN SUCK MY DICK (FROM THE BACK)
HOPE YOU DIE OF A HEART ATTACK
YOU BUNCH OF FUCKING PRICKS
WANNA GO WHERE THE AIR SMELLS CLEAN
WANNA DITCH THIS BOURGEOIS SCENE
WANNA CATCH MY BREATH, DRINK MYSELF TO DEATH
BE OLD AND FUCKING MEAN
I LIVE IN SHITBUCKET, CALIFORNIA
POPULATION: EVERY FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO EVER LIVED
YOU SHOULD REALLY COME AND VISIT!
I CAN SHOW YOU THE HEPATITIS FIELDS
THE POOLS OF DICK BACTERIA
THE FOREST OF OLD BODY PARTS
THE SUICIDE MACHINERY
THE LAST PLACE I WAS MEANT TO BE
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Have you ever seen a man who can ski up hill?
Have you ever seen a man who shits dollar bills?
Have you ever seen a man that ice can’t chill?
Have you ever seen a man that drugs can’t kill?
He can stare at the sun and not lose sight
The only human who can travel through space and time
Walking through walls is a bit far fetched
But he’s never known a door to not exist
I know you think we’re spinning shit
Untill you're on a Mint Tours trip
He plays the part of a tour guide, fully incognito
A thousand words with just one look
His words are meant for angels ears
He’s the Finnish Chuck Norris
Have you ever met a man who sweats Viagra?
Have you ever met a man who swam the Niagra?
Have you ever met a man who can hear sign language?
Have you ever met a man who invented the ham sandwich?
He can wrestle a bear and not lose skin
The only man that girls swallow and never spit
He parked his jet onside a fucking hill
But all the locals are too scared to say jack shit
He can fly, Never die
Minimum 9 women at one time
Deaths near miss, VES-perience
He’s the motherfuckin finnish Chuck Norris
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Watch out for me! I’m going faster than you think!
Watch out for me! I’m going straight forward on you!
I wanna go, will you follow?
I’ll move forward, towards my goal
I won’t be slowed down by any doubts
I will make sure that my path is cleared!
It’s up to you to stay or be a memory
Do you belong in my environment?
Are you ready to face the consequences?
What can you teach/bring/do/say?
Pledge your relevance before I raise the fence!
No time to waste, will you make haste?
A better day is on its way
I won’t be slowed down by anyone
Would rather say: “hang on, it’s not too late!”
Than have to tell myself: “too late to say hang on!”
Well, are you just some undesired weight?
Waiting to be dumped along the way?
It’s time to prove your value
Pledge your relevance before I raise the fence!
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Ehi Mister Simpatia, lasciami andare via
lontano dalla rabbia e dalla furia in casa mia
Non pi facile per me, niente pi favole non c'
una speranza, il buio cresce dentro me
Non capisco cos' tutto l'odio che hai, brucia negli occhi
tuoi. costantemente addosso alla mia libertˆ
non potr˜ mai pi viverla
Come foglie, un vento mi porterˆ via
lontano e non sar˜ pi tua
ore passano, veloce aumentano
io domani non sar˜ pi qui
Ora che rimarranno solo polvere e parole di sabbia
Ora che se ne andrˆ la mia voce libera
Non capisco cos' tutto l'odio che hai
brucia negli occhi tuoi
costantemente addosso alla mia libertˆ
non potr˜ mai pi viverla
Alice ascoltami, resta qui
non puoi buttare il futuro
adesso rialzati, credici troppo comodo perdersi
Non andare via, via, via
tu non arrenderti, guardami, resta qui
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CALLSHOT - Dylan McKay
01:36
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TELESCOPIC - Kerosene
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