1. |
Maggots
01:59
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Look for
Search for
For something that will make sense
But no, hell no
You can't, you won't
Save yourself and no one else
You may try it
But it's pointless
Trying to change this fucked up world
So just give up
And turn your
Back on this spastic maggots
We like
To call
People
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2. |
A.T.D.
01:43
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I can feel them creeping through the backdoor of my house
Stench of rotting flesh infecting everything
Their acid dripping blood is devouring the floor
Atomic toxic death is knocking on my door
They're laughing at my face knowing I'm about to die
They will start with my feet so I longer stay alive
Vicious, cruel and cold as stones
They are crushing my guts and mashing up my bones
They are slowly starting to eat me up alive
It's done for me, I will not survive
They're laughing at my face knowing I'm about to die
They will start with my feet so I longer stay alive
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3. |
Layers Of Destruction
01:54
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Layers of destruction
Ashes fall from sky on this forsaken ground
Can't you see what's gone wrong
Can't you see what's going on
It doesn't matter who's to blame
We wanna se who's gonna pay
Layers of destruction
There's no
Turning back
Our death is coming soon
You can't escape from doom
Layers of destruction
Are quickly on their way
We may count
Last seconds of our lives
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4. |
Fall For It
02:22
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Everything goes
Goes away
Bad things will pass
If you don't fall for them
If you don't fall for them
Everything has
Has an end
It's going to pass
If you don't fall for it
If you don't fall for it
Fall for it!
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5. |
Freedom Crisis
02:08
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Freedom
Once taken for granted
Now it's a tool
In hands of relentless
The crisis of freedom's not over - disorder!
CRISIS OF FREEDOM!
Privilege
See it snatched away
Waiting for relief
While hasten through decay
The crisis of freedom's not over - disorder!
CRISIS OF FREEDOM!
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6. |
Voluntary Manslaughter
02:03
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You're so proud to keep the actions tied
To glimmers of hope left far behind
You hide behind the mask to save yourself from pain
But in reality you're the same
Like other human trash
And all of us in hell
The world won't stop when you depart
So keep us live & sane
Voluntary manslaughter!
You're just blinded by the lust
What's yet to come's now forsaken in the past
No regret, betrayal comes clear
Prepare yourself to living in fear
You'll end up where you need
Deprived in depths of pain
Joyless life with the lack of sense
It's the taste of your own acts
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7. |
Criminal Threat
01:27
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Making the rules for our demise
This is the age people no longer decide
Millions of powerless caught in their net
Now they will see what's a criminal threat
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8. |
For Free
01:55
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What a great world would it be
A world where everything is free
There's no money you don't have to pay
You don't work so there's no need
To wake up every day
Everybody's looking forward
Everybody for free
Everybody's looking forward
Everybody get in for free
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Accident Zagreb, Croatia
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtYPmlYnkV4
Hc punk band from Zagreb, Croatia which started in april 2014.
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