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Dying Towns
03:00
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Dying Towns
I see the cities collapse
Empty Ruins flanks the streets
Windows like blind dead eyes
Telling stories of the past
Dying towns dead people
Dying towns without a future
Dying towns built out of ashes
Surrounds us all
Desperate search the Trash
For salvation and and for hope
Homeless freeze to death
through the coldness in us
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2. |
Collateral Damage
04:35
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Collateral Damage
Bodies without Legs and Arms
Dying Infants, screaming moms
Corpses rotting under ruins
since they know what they are doing
Dead bodies everywhere
The Stench of Flesh lies in the Air
Keep calm, don’t panic
It’s just Collateral Damage
High-tech weapons exact and clean
Some Art of War, a new warmachine
Newspeak – so sober and kind
Only one dimension in your Mind
Human Corpses everywhere
The Stench of decline lies in the Air
Keep calm, don’t panic
It’s just Collateral Damage
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3. |
Invasion of Insects
06:57
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Invasion of Insects
Dark clouds in front of a black sky
Fall down to earth to eat our flesh
Distroy vegetation
Smash the human race
We scream we run we cry
Swarm coming down
We are frozen full with fear
No one comes out of here
Invasion of Insects
We spread poison try it with weapons
It falls back see the stings on us
Poisoned skin chemical blood
Enslaved by the biggest tribe on earth
Crawling into any orifice
Eating us from inside out
My last look to my dying soul
Covered in Blood on the Ground
Downfall of mankind the Virus dies
We are all in the same situation
Guilty
Guilty
Invasion of Insects
We spread poison try it with weapons
It falls back see the stings on us
Poisoned skin chemical blood
Enslaved by the biggest tribe on earth
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4. |
Do they owe us a Living?
02:09
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Do They Owe Us A Living?
Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say,
About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.
At school they give you shit, drop you in the pit,
You try, you try, you try to get out, but you can't because they've fucked you about.
Then you're a prime example of how they must not be,
This is just a sample of what they've done to you and me.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
Don't want me anymore, cos I threw it on the floor.
Used to call me sweet thing, I'm nobody's plaything,
And now that I am different, 'd love to bust my head,
You'd love to see me cop-out, 'd love to see me dead.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get,
They've buggered this old world up, up to their necks in dept.
They'd give you a lobotomy for something you ain't done,
They'll make you an epitomy of everything that's wrong.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
Don't take any notice of what the public think,
They're so hyped up with T.V., they just don't want to think.
They'll use you as a target for demands and for advice,
When you don't want to hear it they'll say you're full of vice.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
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DYING Darmstadt, Germany
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