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the edge of the world
03:09
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I’m standing at the top of a seventeen story building
and beneath my feet, the whole city’s burning
I’m standing at the edge of a bridge that leads nowhere
is it unfinished or broken, who really cares?
I remember when all we could see was snow
I remember when you and me were not at war
I’m standing at the corner of an empty dead end street
empty of souls that’s for sure, but quite full of dead bodies
I’m standing at the edge, the edge of the world
yeah the edge the world that’s all it seems to be
I remember when all we could see was snow
I remember when you and me were not at war
I miss the time when we could play football in the snow
I miss the time when we didn’t have to watch for landmines
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general programming
03:29
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general programming
suitable for all audiences
general programming
programming stands for conditioning
give me some time now
some time to think
yeah I need
I need some time to think
I NEED SOME TIME TO WAKE UP
general programming
general programming of the nation
general programming
conditioning of all the population
“Old George Orwell got it backward.
Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed.
He’s making sure your imagination withers. Until it’s as useful as your appendix. He’s making sure your attention is always filled.
And this being fed, it’s worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what’s in your mind. With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.”
Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby, 2002.
no time left to use my brain
no time left to wake up and create
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needles & retinas
03:49
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I am not just a number
I am more than a bar code on a piece of paper
my fingerprints
well they don’t tell me who I am
my retinas
well they don’t make me what I am
so how am I supposed to know
who I am
how am I supposed to know
what I am doing in here
I am not a believer
I am nobody’s follower
I am not just a number
my fingerprints
well they don’t tell me who I am
my retinas
well they don’t make me what I am
so how am I supposed to know
who I am
how am I supposed to know
what I am doing in here
I should stick needles in my eyes
I should set my hands on fire
I should tattoo a brand new barcode on my skin
So I can be who I want to be
who am I
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kyoseichu [parasite]
03:42
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I live in a bunker
I live in an air raid shelter
I live in a bubble
I am alone
in a coin-locker I died
in a coin locker I was born again
in a coin locker I will always be
again and again and again and again
oh yeah they treat me as if I were a parasite
well I am just looking for a new way of life
oh yeah they treat me as if I were a parasite
well I am just looking for my own way of life
I want to burn this town
I want to burn this town to the ground
I want to burn this town
and offer it to the CrocOdiLeS
I want to burn this town
I want to burn this town to the ground
I want to burn this town
here comes the time of the CrocOdiLeS
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living dead rubber doll
04:49
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we are all living dead
(‘cause) every breath we exhale
they breathe in the air
and we suffocate
we are all rubber dolls
yeah they fuck us in every hole
just a bunch of sex toys
waiting to be abused once more
just like everything else
we are for sell
we are all plastic people
sometimes we break, sometimes we don’t
and they don’t give a fuck
they don’t care about us
just like everything else
we are for sell
like a bomb, like a car
like a TV, like a child
we’re on the market
we’re on the market
just like everything else
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making copies
copies of copies
my body becomes part of the machine
my hand looks like a tool, that’s what it is
everything’s a copy
a copy of a copy
working in a factory and insomnia are the same thing
I myself am a copy of my old man
making copies
from nine to five
I am a machine
today’s Thursday
it could be any other day
Monday to Friday
all days are just the same
making copies
copies of copies
my body becomes part of the machine
everything’s a copy
a copy of a copy
I can’t see the end of it
today’s Thursday
it could be any other day
Monday to Friday
all days are just the same
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kamikaze
04:21
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all the other insects they hate me
they say I’m weak, I’m not mean, I’m not even angry
all the other insects think I’m a shame
they say I am a corrupted specimen
all the others say I am adopted
they say I should crave blood like babies suck milk
all the other insects think I’m a shame
they say that I should stop thinking by myself
so everyday and every night and every hour
they transmit me a message
and everyday and every night and every hour
the message says, it says:
"the enemy is everyone but your own kin
and now you got to steal, and now you got to kill
for the survival of the race, you got to be a kamikaze"
but I got wings, I can fly away
I got wings, I can do it my own way
I got wings, I don’t have to join the army
the enemy is nobody
the enemy is nobody
the enemy is nobody
you got to be an anti-kamikaze
banish all armies
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SLIVER Metz, France
SLIVER were a rocking hardcore band from Belgium/France/Luxembourg.
They've played more than 200 shows in
12 countries (France, Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany, Denmark, Switzerland, Poland, Czech Republic, Belarus, Lithuania, Latvia, the United Kingdom).
to resist is to create
to create is to resist
music is a weapon
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