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Bliss/Martyrdom
02:24
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She took my eyes away
giving me a new sight
and i have seen things
I had never seen before
And i’ve tear apart my ears
to feel the silence mine
and i’ve learned new words
completely unknown to mankind
Oh, bless the road i’ve taken,
Mother of the awakening
Oh, bless the road i’ve taken,
despite the rain and the wind
Oh, thank you for the gift you’ve given,
Mother of the awakening
thank you for the gift you’ve given,
i’ve dug it in my skin
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Black Mass
03:31
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We are sons of a bastard mother
our air is tyranny
it runs deep through our veins,
our flesh is soaked with it
no ideals, nothing better
of this old vintage shit
We are the scum of welfare
the means sons of History
We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
before the great blast
We live for delirious dreams
we’re dead for a bunch of coins
all dull, all doped to death
it’s called mediocracy
they look with paranoia
what’s keeping us alive
our war is spiritual
against our fathers’ void
We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
before God’s great blast
No, no, no no,
We won’t swallow anymore…
No, no, no no,
We won’t swallow anymore…
We’re yelling at the end of times
we’re the remainings!
We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
here comes the great blast!
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Self-Pretending Whore
03:31
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She is used to look delirious because it’s cool to say
She washes her hands about 20 times per day
She claims not to be sick, just a tormented girl
Today she will be a militant, tomorrow a gothic whore
She loves splitting her face between two different make-ups
She masks her bad tastes with the word “original”
she can make you hate whatever that she loves
she can make you unhappy with a smile and candy words
She may criticize you in the most dolorous way
And she don’t really care if you’ve been wounded deep inside
If you tell her you’re in love, be careful in what you say
‘cause even if she loves you she may feel as in a cage
Today she loves her city, tomorrow it’s all a crap
And crappy is university, and crappy is everyone
She can make you feel ashamed more than you’ve ever thought
But don’t think she’s bad, she’s just a superficial girl
Don’t let her come too close
She’s a self-pretending whore
She pretends to be herself
But there’s nothing behind her face
She’s alone in the cage withing her mind
She is used to look delirious because it’s cool to say
She washes her hands about 20 times per day
She claims not to be sick, just a tormented girl
Today she will be a militant, tomorrow a gothic whore
She may criticize you in the most dolorous way
And she don’t really care if you’ve been wounded deep inside
She can make you feel ashamed more than you’ve ever thought
But don’t think she’s bad, she’s just a misdirected girl
Don’t let her come too close
She’s a self-pretending whore
She pretends to be herself
But there’s nothing behind her face
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Winter and Spring
03:08
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Her eyes were blue
like ancient deep ice
her hairs were white
like clouds in the sky
She tried to love
a man from the land
of the living and the godless
where the dead remains dead
The wind brought her weeping so far away,
where only the wolves and the spirits could hear
One night of winter
she appeared to him
“I desire you,
as Winter the Spring” she said
She hold his hands,
then their lips joined,
but that touch freezed him
he fell to the ground, dead
The wind brought her weeping so far away,
where only the wolves and the spirits could hear
horror and guilt
invaded the dame,
horror and guilt
became her name
her tears were snow,
her cries were freeze,
turning to a storm
her funeral weep
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Muffled Truths
04:25
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They hide their fuckin’ cross behind their TV malls
and information system pretends to demonize it
Fascism has no name in a consumer’s mind
it’s just survival instinct and widespread ignorance
They’ll give you all you ask, they’ll give you all you want
Hiding the uneasy sound of muffled truths
With all their poisoned hopes and all their medicines
They made society a cancerine disease
This world’s condemned to death by their egoistic treason
We have to wake up our minds to burn down this regime
we have to fight to live in freedom our last days on Earth
and soon we will forget it all…
Still fucking here, to the point of no return
with flies and broken chains, still searchin’ for a point of view
Freedom’s a lie, we’re imprisoned in our own mind
It’s 1984 again, our everyday reality
Everybody’s looking for a radical change
but only with their i-phone and brand new PC
Everybody’s looking for a radical change
if the price is blood and sweat, how could they bear it?
This world’s condemned to death by their egoistic treason
We have to wake up our minds to burn down this regime
we have to fight to live in freedom our last days on Earth
and soon we will forget it all…
We will forget it all, they will forget it all,
We will forget it all, will you forget it all?
We will forget it all, they will forget it all,
We will forget it all, will you forget it all?
Always singing litanies
Always singing litanies
Litanies of misery
Litanies of defeatism
Hey hey Technocrate
here people needs some hate
Hey hey Technocrate
show them your fuckin’ face
Singing litanies of misery and defeatism
Singing litanies of misery and defeatism
Singing litanies of misery and defeatism
Singing litanies of misery and defeatism!
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The Emperor’s Death
04:03
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Look those white leafs falling from the sky
It seems a funeral to our desperate eyes
Too many knees are touching the livid ground
Our father’s not dead yet, so where has he gone?
Beware, my angels, God’s getting late
your father is in heroin
he forgot you all, my friends
in his slowly dying breath
He left you alone, without a guide,
without anyone to love or hate
So tell me, from now on
how will you live on?
I see desperate angels all around
i hear their hopeless cries, an unbearable sound
everything’s inverted, everything seems so unsure
this is what is said, the empereror is dead
Beware, my angels, God’s getting late
your father is in heroin
he forgot you all, my friends
in his slowly dying breath
He left you alone, without a guide,
without anyone to love or hate
So tell me, from now on
how will you live on?
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The Mescaline Babies London, UK
Formed in 2009 by Sydney Mars and Kalle Darkal, The Mescaline Babies are a deathrock/batcave band with heavy post punk/goth influences, a crossover between Bauhaus, Corpus Delicti, Scarlet's Remains, Christian Death and Mephisto Walz. In 2012 they publish "Crush", their debut album, for Danse Macabre Records. ... more
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