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Now! Let's get to the bridge! Run away from this city!
Bridge is crowded with the living dead
I'll choose a narrow path
beside great city
that lays rest in red
like a whore
nurturing her beast-shaped fetus
Thoustands of rotting corpses
Impressed by the miracles of concrete and steele
Head north, it's the only escape
Head north it's the only escape
I'm leaving I'm leaving
land of bones and skeletons
where death set her throne
Oh my God Zombies are outside
I'll call upon a Son of a Man
to save me
save me
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Letter to Paris
01:47
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Right to kill/left to live
Right to kill/left to live
Right to kill/left to live
My body's various stage of decomposure
with a market television noise
and the swarm
the swarm
swarm
of plastic nymphos they call love
love love
doesn't make me safe tonight
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Macbeth: Act 2, Scene 3
02:06
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There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
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Probably the best thing you ever have
Probably the best thing you ever want
Probably the best thing you ever taste ever try ever yaaah!
It is our right to hunt, kill and breed.
It is our pleasure of gain, lose and win
New fantastic, advertising cult and robotic crowd
is marching on and on and on in circles on and on in circles
Choose your saviour does he fit
into the newest celebrity kit
What a beautiful view
grand scene of animal behaviour
in a world of divinely created people
Drink your tar, eat matches and speak with fire fire fire
Drink your tar, eat matches and speak with fire fire fire
Drink your tar, eat matches and speak with fire fire fire
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The Church of St. Justin
01:55
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To Whom It May Concern
04:18
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Dear all,
everyone to whom I gave my heart
whom I loved, whom I've trusted
in the valley of madness and dust.
My portion is the Lord, I have said to myself, so I will put my hope in him.
The Lord is good to those who trust in him, to the one who seeks him. It is good to wait patiently for deliverance from the Lord. It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young.
Let a person sit alone in silence, when the Lord is disciplining him.Let him bury his face in the dust; perhaps there is hope.
The bows of heroes are shattered,
but those who stumble, will find their strength reinforced.
Lifetime is a path
death is our destination
Walk the straight line
Walk the straight line
Perhaps there is hope...
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There Is No Tomorrow Warszawa, Poland
The world outside and the world within us. The eternal conflict. The fight in defense of human dignity and sensitivity from
the plastic pseudo-values. Concrete devouring not only forests but also the human hearts. Rebellion burning to the ground, leaving nothing except silent waiting for a voice from Heaven. Scream born of pain, gives hope itself. Our music is a synthesis of all of this
- 2010
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