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Sunny Days
02:57
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Gleaming cities in the night
hide the darker things from sight,
and the redness in the western sky
is no omen for a fool's delight, but for
Sunny days
full of slaughter
Is this the only way we can live,
is this our precious fate?
Is this the way we have to die,
is there really no escape from these
Sunny days
full of slaughter
Is this the way it has to end?
We're all so specialized.
Will there be tasks for all the hands
and a highly modern way to lie in wait for these
Sunny days
full of slaughter...
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New World
03:30
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The last thing I remember
was the laughter all around.
A room of voices so familiar
in the blinding essence drowned.
There's no time to outrun the moment
when it arrives with a screaming sound.
There's no where to stand in wonder
when a modern city's melted down
in a new world,
in a new world.
Who will hear these cries of horror,
who'll record this history?
Is this your second coming,
our common destiny?
Thought itself is consumed in silence,
all experience and memory.
It was clear that the day was coming
but we were all awaiting the discovery
of a new world,
of a new world.
This is your new world.
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Disappeared
02:24
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To the ones who raised their voices
who defied the rule of law
who fought for a share of justice
in a world with nothing at all.
To the ones who opposed the power
who refused to live in fear
who choked on the ends of rifles
and were hanged in the public squares.
These names purged from the pages
of official histories
still explode in the sterile darkness
kept alive by the memories.
They came with no warning,
they came in the dead of night,
they came with the cries of morning
to extinguish the brilliant lights.
These names purged from the pages
of official histories
still explode in the sterile darkness
kept alive by the memories.
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Sword of Justice
01:58
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Their eyes are drunk with judgement,
with righteousness and scorn.
They curse and jeer the row of convicts.
The executioner cleans his sword.
Cries of hatred, cries of vengeance resound.
The fanfare erupts every time the blade crashes down.
Before every death a muttered prayer
absolves them of all sense of shame.
The consecrated sword of justice
does the will of god and state.
Cries of hatred, cries of vengeance resound.
The fanfare erupts every time the blade crashes down.
But there's no justice here -
how could there ever be?
Where genocide and unchecked slaughter
is the foundation of society.
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Wasted Hours
02:10
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There's no sense,
there's no meaning,
in the lies that we keep repeating.
There's no purpose
and no second chance.
We hide it,
we conceal it
but there's no use, you can feel it -
how their power
consumes our lives.
Is there something
redeeming
about a life spent kicked and bleeding,
milked and slaughtered,
stripped of all our time?
How many wasted hours,
these wasted days and years,
so hard to tell apart from the ones before?
Trapped in these cycles
we lose sight of what we're living for,
we learn to thank them for our survival.
How deep inside our bodies,
how deep inside our minds
how deep inside our bodies,
how deep inside our minds
did they implant the roots of their power?
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Old City Portland, Oregon
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Old City is a punk band from Portland composed of 3 or 4 members. Nick, Dan, Erik, sometimes Sara.
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