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From graft
01:40
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Predate a post empire age
Prancing dukes and sweepstakes
Take the edge off just the same
Admit defeat
You are the dancing queen
The way it seems
Heading for fast relieve
From a silver barrel
Artificially imposed
Coprupt and defunct
Half decent all fucked
Simulate the better sons
Through ages undone
To spoil the sun
The rays are way too blunt
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to gravel
02:35
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Lay to rest a Stich in cloth and any meaning attached /liar
For there is no redemption in purposeless belonging
Out of fear grows a mammal
Too fucking privileged to live
One will have to commit arson to all those soap boxes, thin as sticks
Fuck pathetic vows
Fuck serpent towns
The swagger is shone
Off the face of this ground
To bury the hatchet is not an option
Defaced integrity
Which never was
These leaves fall aren’t thou brave
Leaves fall no passing phase
They leave, torn away
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3. |
yells
02:15
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Leben ist ein schwieriger Akt
You exhume diligence out of every pore
To decapitate commitment, and wait for the incision
Wait for the incision
We live and die wrapped in
These ties
Capitalize
We keep on hoping they‘ll make our gaze as sharp, clenched by burning arms
Good night
Slaves of perception
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greet
02:48
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Tides are prone to swerve and foam
Just like those gyry
Just a fearful body run by metal frames
Cold lips
Due tricks
Empathy‘s decay
Young blood
Do blush
The mantra is not today
Who are you to go against the grain
Black and white it’s all the same
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distant
01:42
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This is an early excuse for surfacing as a recluse
No right inside these brick walls
Changes are the thicks fault
These aches and doubts
When driving forces are running out
Unhinge the peace, revive the blame machine
White lights gleam from dead ends
Pry it from these old hands
Who stand here in vain
Circumscribe an empty space
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6. |
ends.
03:56
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Pent up and sick in minds prostrate
Telescopes cut down the pace
Clock hands defeat
To take a rest
Shattered just on the brink
To get these minutes, acceptance is a burden
In fences rust
In soils beguiled
And anger festers and turns to dust
Spiteful trumpets hail to ghosts
Prepare for the moment
Muscles subside
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drych Dresden, Germany
Four humans who try to play as fast and hard as they can, but don't always succeed. Always anti-fascist, anti-racist, anti-sexist & anti-bullshit.
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