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That passion

He closed his eyes, he gave his steps with a fixed rhythm
he wiped his tears with the cuff of his coat
That passion knocked him down
blinded his dreams, devastated his hopes
 
That passion, That passion
 
He suffered the humilliation, he saw his pride fall
he didn't see life for not hiding his heart
That passion knocked him down
closed his eyes, destroyed his illusion
 
That passion, That passion
 
Don't trust, don't trust in the feelings
Don't trust, don't trust in the feelings
That passion, that passion
closed his eyes, it ended, it ended
 

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The living beings

On my cloud I'm moving towards to my continent
I'm looking for life, to meet with my people
I'm looking for the lights that are the living beings
 
Me, you, him, the feeling beings
Me, you, him, the living beings
 
We're reaching our destiny, crossing a bridge is left
we can't stop betraying our minds
we can't change our course, they are our living beings
 
We don't listen to the voices yelling 'stop' no!
We don't listen to the voices yelling 'stop' no!
 

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The drain service

What a bad smell is here
We gotta call the drain service
Because if your house is still like that
I won't be able to breath anymore
 
We gotta call the drain service
It will clean the cesspool
We gotta call the drain service
It will come in its truck
 
What's going on, what a nasty smell
It's dreadful to stand it
Uncover the pool without thinking twice
Or else I'll suffocate myself
 

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Torturer

You're just an animal
A mental ill
Machine of torturing
Programmed to kill
 
And you'll say it was your duty
That you were just committing your mission
How could you achieve
Such degradation?
 

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Music is sick

I don't understand where is it leading us
I only know that we're going down and very bad
poorly directed, normal system
this is not a movement nor anything alike
 
Music is sick, we too
to recover it we must break it again
 
I heard too many things
I don't even feel like opening my mouth
I no longer know what's going on
it's like if nothing can convince us
 

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There's no mercy

On every insult, hit by hit
You'll learn that there's no mercy
You work for nothing
You crawl for nothing
And when you go for your things
They spit on your face
 
There's no mercy
There's no mercy
There's no mercy
There's no mercy
 
So many troubles you don't understand
There's never money for you
But punctually
They pay the foreign
But don't complain
At least you have freedom
Freedom of dying starving
 
You'll learn, you'll learn
That this sham can't go on
With so many smartasses, with repressed weirdos
And with sellouts who will denounce you
 

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Penicillin

Once upon a time there was a secret party
everybody in rooms and also in the kitchen
Juan caught something very infectious
and he cured himself with the penicillin
 
Penicillin
 

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Lord of the night

Ruling wind, lord of the night
Answer my questions, I can't wait
Pitiful torture, I feel empty
My mind opens, it wants to listen to you
Strangers walk, they pass beside me
They don't count on me, they don't want to talk
Continuous search, with no direction nor truce
I'm starting to get tired, I don't see the end
 
Lord of the night
Lord of the night
I wanna die tonight!
I wanna die tonight!
 

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The solution

How easy is to be laying on a corner
letting everything happen at our side
 
the solution is not living in false
the solution is not resignation
the solution is not going out to kill people
the solution
 
how easy is to deny any future
how easy is to feel like the center of the world
 
That bunch of idiots
who play the outcasts
and talk about misery
to get along with their conscience
while there are people crawling
and doesn't waste time in words
you'll see them over there searching
without finding, without finding
the solution, the solution
 

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Ice

Cold city, your son is dying!!
ill-fed for eating garbage.
While the table is set
for the kings to enjoy
in the middle of an orgy.
 
Ice hides in dreams
another reality...
 
Enough!! don't keep crying your son is dead.
What it feels like to not be anything?
To continue the farce well performed by everybody.
To be accomplices of lies
prisioners of power and hypocresy.
 
You don't have to think that the cold
will freeze us...
 
Darling, I know I won't find you in the ice.
There will be a sea of blood between us two.
So many damned people is born without knowing it.
There will always be a reason to live
a reason to fight, a reason to die...
 

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Idols

I enter in my world
of lifeless idols,
Hundreds of figures,
hanging from the wall
 
Constant memories,
vain illusions
Maybe one day
I'll be with them
 
I look to the floor,
and I see my shadow
Then I ask it,
what do you want to be?
 
It doesn't answer,
it is still laying
Suddenly a poster falls
from the wall
 
IDOLS
 
The idol fell
next to its shadow
Sad ending,
hard reality
 
IDOLS
 

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Avril

People are strange, it isn't true
Things change, for good or bad
All was fine, once
Why it had to change?
Where did all the promises go?
 
Total destruction, takes its time
One gets used to it
Only remain painted walls
And a thousand things to cry
A paint gets wiped
The other no longer wipes
 
What have they done to us Avril?
Tell me who put a spell on us
The breakwater is so lonely
Europe is not so far
Chinasky isn't dead yet
 
Robin and Marian no longer fight
Now finally, they rest in peace
Tyrants smile satisfied
Nobody will place between them anymore
There are no more heroes
We can't dream anymore
 

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Vices

Night, night, night, night, night
uncomprehensible mixture of sounds
and vices, slowly
slip into my senses
 
Old stories, endless memories
idiot phrases, unbearable people
my body lost in the veil of some vice
my life turned off in a kiss, nothing more.
 
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
that oblivion will have their nets
it's too easy to cut life
it's hard to live death.
 

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The Beheaded Hen

The night has strange things
she gave birth to her son in the street
among chinese and sailors
red sex of pained lips
 
The issue is that it got ugly
many high schools fired up
the teachers are scared
because their children were kidnapped
 
I think it was a good idea
to pour gasoline on the village
it will be enough with a match
there won't be a damned who bears it!
 

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