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How do you feel?
Ready for a fall?
How do you feel?
There’s a new sickness
Some distant roar
It’s dancing in your guts
It’s called opulence
It’s modern life
It’s happiness, it’s lies
And
My entire body’s trembling with the cold
Spirits down
Go down the rabbit hole
There’s leeches in your mouth
Like bornless passion
Apathy and disdain
While my entire body’s trembling with the cold
Inside the death
Down in your room
A reptile through stained sheets
Dreaming a dream that will never come true
Down in her room
I must confess I was wrong
Dreaming a dream that will never come true
So keep pretending
Deny the truth
“And I am pathetic
Just a fucking sore”
With my entire body trembling with the cold
Dreaming a dream
That will never come true
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Beta Uprising
03:36
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So fucking angry
Brains are corrupt
Nobody’s noticed but the end has just begun
A social misfit
And it’s your fault
Call beta uprising and let’s start this worldwide war
Frustration
Frustration’s my religion
Frustration
Tonight I’m gonna fuck you all
It’s masturbation
The seed you sow
Propose a toast for those condemned to oblivion
Frustration
Frustration’s my religion
Frustration
Tonight I’m gonna kill you all
*I didn’t found my vanished delusions
No eternal nor insatiable my desire
I touched reality so I despise life
Only in the peace of a grave I believe*
Frustration
Frustration’s my religion
Frustration
Frustration’s all that you provoke
Tonight I’m gonna kill myself
*Translation + adaptation from “A Jarifa, en una orgía” (José de Espronceda) by Bob No*
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Cicle (Kitsch cover)
01:54
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I will fuck you up one by one
A loss, the faith, the drugs
The ocean spits a flood
I will fuck you up one by one
One by one
My dear worms, I am unable
Can't see it clean but I try and I try and I try
This world we live in... you think you're a saviour?
Endemic pandemic shit that you put on a throne
That song is weak, I am so sick
My throat is sore, dry, ill, as my tongue, as my soul
Stop that bullshit in all the network
Run to the streets and kill everyone with smartphone
Kill 'em all!
I will fuck you up one by one
The antichrist in television
Your pretty face is going fast straight to hell
The eyes despise, so saddened tombstones
I wear my make-up so you feel true uncomfortable
The last are first
The first are dying
The age of lies, sweet putre-fiction
You talk, talk, talk, and no one hears single word
No one to trust, there's no one to save ya
I like to know that soon everything falls apart
Get real
Go free
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The L.I.P. Barcelona, Spain
We sound like shit.
We look awesome.
Barcelona.
00's.
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