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Our society imposes so many rules,
we carry about outdated concepts
Kids growing up
with shitty fake news
Runed by robots, and blowing our minds
is this how we need to be?
We are a vulnerable society.
CHORUS
Today we are going through a new time,
A time out of control
A time of deconstruction of our minds
values that don't serve us
mass hysteria (4x)
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Our society imposes so many rules,
We almost completely lost respect
People are dying with depression
and most of them don't ask for any help
Hostility and violence, misinformation.
A time out of control
A time of deconstruction of our minds
values that don't serve us
mass hysteria (7x)
is this how we need to be?
Mainstream media helps drive people to believe.
Hostility and violence, misinformation.
A time out of control
Ethics is independent of religious rules.
And who’s gonna make a difference it's you.
SIGLOS DE INJUSTICIA …
TIEMPOS DE VIOLENCIA EXPLÍCITA
SEREMOS LIBRES ABRE TUS OJOS !
POR FAVOR ABRE TUS OJOS…(2x)
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25 years of breaking down walls
Punk is our way, but we support them all
The message is clear and there is a choice
Brothers for life, we act as one voice
Underground music, different in style
The cause is the same, united we fight
One voice out there
Together in the streets, feel the heat now from the beat
Unite Against Society
The rage has come down, the fire’s still on
Family’s first, the pride has not gone
The scars on our soul, we’ll take to the grave
The memories will last, the friends they will stay
Forever together, our breed will lead on
Next generation is coming on strong
Old glory goes on
We won’t change our ways, we are iron chin
To all the punx and all the skinheads
To all the rockers and the metalhead
To all the rude boys and the reggae man
The hardcore crews and the hooligans
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BIG SPIN - Bstrds
03:15
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Felling this!!
This sensation
Somehow!!
I can feel again
It’s so mad I don’t understand
Felling this!!
inappropriate moment
Somehow!!
Grows increasingly
It’s so mad I don’t understand
I don’t understand
Why don’t you jump on my heart fearless
Why don’t you jump on my heart hungry
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BJöRNARNA - Kristi brud
02:46
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Jag drunknar I dina giriga guldbruna ögon
Finns det plats för en vilsen, förtappad och trasig själ
i din trånga saliga värld?
Snälla tukta mig
Gör mig lydig och dygdig
Och säg att du håller av mig och vill mig väl
Snälla Ebba får jag chans på dig?
O sprid det glada bud
Jag är kär i Kristi brud
Du är en underbar och spröd förgätmigej
Kan du hänga med Jimmie så kan du väl hänga med mig?
Ge mig svärmar av gräshoppor, grodor och flugor
Skicka dödsängeln för att ta min förstfödde son
Ge mig bölder fyllda med var
Ge mig tre dagars mörker
Fyll staden med myggor
Förvandla vattnet till blod i Fyrisån
men ha inte nån annan jämte mig
O sprid det glada bud
Jag är kär i Kristi brud
Du är en underbar och spröd förgätmigej
Kan du hänga med Jimmie så kan du väl hänga med mig
Låt mig bli en del av sekten
Tömma börsen i kollekten
Kom fräls en socialist
Led mig på den smala stigen
Hjälp mottages gladeligen
från en exorcist
O sprid det glada bud
Jag är kär i Kristi brud
Du är en underbar och spröd förgätmigej
Kan du hänga med Jimmie så kan du väl hänga med mig
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Come! Right now!
I´d love to talk about a lot of things
Instead of that I fall to the floor
Am I drunk enough?
What are you saying?
Come right now, I said
Last night I dreamt
I´d made the same mistakes again
Whisky or beer
I´m proud to end the night badly
Oh, my love!
Where have you been so long?
That can of beer…long time ago
- If you like I can give you a big cold beer
- But sir I don’t like beer…
- Don’t worry, you will
And suddenly...
I started to feel Dazed and Blind
With dry sweat on my neck
…or is it beer?
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I got this feeling
like every morning
a screaming pain
living deep down inside my brain
I can’t escape this
I can’t even think
always the same things
this voice is driving me insane
It tells me what to do
It tells me what to say
It tells me what you want
Even the things that I don’t care
I wake up everyday
Pretending I’m OK
Listen to what I say
If you want me to live this way
I got one thing to say: FUCK YOU.
There’s something burning in my mind
and it’s too late to take it down
There’s something burning in my mind
Just wait and see when I’ll burn out
BURN OUT! WATCH ME BURN OUT!
BURN OUT! WATCH ME BURN NOW!
Another sleepless night
with my demons to fight
Pretending I’m allright
While I’m burning from the inside
I wish I had the chance
to be anyone else
but now I’m on the edge
to explode everywhere
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what you want
I still don’t know but I don’t care
The pressure is too high
I think I’m gonna die
if I don’t let it out
If you want me to change again
I got one thing to say: FUCK YOU.
I feel the pressure
building up inside my head
My heart is beating
like a drum into my chest
my blood is boiling up
and burning all my veins
I need to wake up
and find an escape plan
I know exactly
what I wanna do
I know exactly
what I wanna say
it’s time for me to go away
so thanks for nothing
and fuck YOU
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Heat on the ground and there's a victim
another rat inside the house
Feels like a yell under the water
But you can touch it with your hands
Watching the city through the windows of my car
the streets are burning and the people just don't care
the fear of screaming is hiding our truth
Take out what's inside of you
Heat on the ground and there's an answer
So you have reasons to take part
One child's starving in a desert
Too much value for a crown
Heat on the ground and there's a riot
One shout is waiting in the dark
You can feel the struggle in your pockets
Too much pressure over you.
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World gone mad and at the same time it's all just the same,
Times may but I will not change
All these people choose to not use their brain
To think for yourself is insane
It's all for nothing
And all their faces are glued to the screen,
Cell phone, computer, TV,
Schools teach you to plan, when you're 13
As if you know who you will be
And it's not so hard for me to feel so content,
When I'm with my boys in the pit,
I have more fun, when getting hit
Than counting my money to spend
It's all for nothing
Don't let them tell you how you're supposed to think,
This ain't about catching a break,
I wanna hear, a riff I can taste,
A fast beat to keep up the pace
We'll be at the front of the shows as we age,
This shit will not go away,
No holding back, until we're in our grave
MUSIC IS WHAT KEEPS US SANE
it's all for nothing!
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ALCALINA - Sola
03:21
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ALTERCADOS - La Plaga
02:12
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Por fin llegó la hora de escribirlo,
La muerte es el verdadero altar!
Cualquier lamento violaría la Luna,
¿A cuál mar? La canción de Judas!
Cuando el Sol pare de sangrar
La lluvia que espera 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 mis pecados
Cuando la Tierra se abra sin rencor
Cabezas blandas traerán la plaga!
LA PLAGA!
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THE BRASS - Great Dying
03:02
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If we bare a weakness that'll one day burn us down
It’ll be the pride they’ll say we couldn’t live without
We saw entitled, unfulfilled generations pay no mind
To the fatal obvious
Still it went down like that every time
We tried to run things our own way
Robbed ourselves blind, increasing the take
Defended life while we stood in its way
Till contradiction proved too much
When the future passers by, recoil at what they find
Will sovereignty explain the way we turned on our own kind?
Sift through the reckoning, a heart-breaking endless data stream of how
We fought for lies
Took the wrong side every time
We tried to run things our own way
Robbed ourselves blind increasing the take
Defended life while we stood in its way
Till contradiction proved too much
Will the tale our wreckage tells, reveal how hard we tried to resist
Throwing up our hands indifferent
Toward our end
To undertows of waste we've sown
Each must own
The story of our victory or flight
As we're shackled to the weight of reckless right
But on we'll fight for who controls our ever dimming light
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Not sure if I suffer enough,
To rise against what’s killing me.
Or I’m just not alive enough,
To feel the bullets piercing in.
My eyes are numb,
My legs are number,
But I feel, I’m not make believe.
And your hymns,
Carved in our heads,
Still comply to the souls, you’re trying to heave.
Wounds I have will surely heal,
(But) The sight of your scars will still kill.
Your cries echo in my skull,
Your gunshots are under my skin.
My eyes are numb,
My legs are number,
But I feel, I’m not make believe.
And your hymns,
Carved in our heads,
Still comply to the souls, you’re trying to heave.
When the graves and cells are full of hope,
Their every murder is a genocide.
Maybe we spend too much time thinking,
About who’s gonna be left alive?
But whose decision is it to make?
Is it yours or the worlds they atrociously created?
Did it ever occur to you that you rule your own world?
Don’t you know that it’s our time?
We’ll say it again,
Did it ever occur to you that you rule your own world?
Don’t you know that it’s our time?
My eyes are numb,
My legs are number,
But I feel, I’m not made believe.
And your hymns,
Carved in our heads,
Still comply to the souls, you’re trying to heave.
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