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Mononoké
05:59
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Should I run from big cities?
‘Cause it feels like
They provide
no room for thoughts,
when ideas are still
young and frail.
So they could expand and grow.
Guard dogs are running wild with power,
Although their freewill has vanished long ago
The hunting season never stopped
And now it feels like
no one can put an end to it.
No one no one
I hate them so much
Fuck
So, do I have to
go to a forest nearby
Set up camp, light a fire
Inspired by corny backpacker movies
And I won’t be to blame
For letting the world die
Although it would mean I didn’t do anything to fight against it
I'd be a cog in the machine, moving forward.
Even though I didn’t do anything to destroy it
I’d have a role to play
In the forest dying away.
If you love it
Fight for it
As long as we live
Courage runs through our veins.
I want to stand
Like an immovable rock.
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2. |
A Letter from the Beast
05:34
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I came into this world to stay alive
I was born owned by a master
Once I earned my freedom
I continued to act as a slave
Like a vampire
everything you did
to stop me from being free
was so easy to reassimilate.
As you were so convinced
that you were fighting me
I was starting to make sense
of what it means to be free
You started to buy a bunch of things
As if being free meant owning a bunch of shit
And you were so convinced
That it was the only way...
You were so sure you were living the dream
But the wound in my back was getting deeper
From the very beginning, I was so fragile
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3. |
What You Miss
01:00
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The only thing that you didn’t have
Was enough courage to let me go
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There, this thing
Growing inside of me.
I know you feel it too.
Everybody knows that we’re all infected.
Because we’re made from the same clay.
This rotten mud is the reason we’re all fucked up.
Our minds don’t work well.
The way we view things has been conditioned
To fit a standard,
to conform to a way.
To comprehend what She is.
Run, stop the bleeding.
Let death dig its claws in.
Kill
The rapist within me
Break the cycle,
Rise above,
And Live !
Every book I read broadens my awareness.
Every protest sharpens my perception.
Kill
Nation
Gender
Bullshit
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5. |
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Endless economic growth is a myth.
Some try to act like fucking gods.
Others pretend to be simple messengers.
But the one who will have the last word
Is an abused woman.
The one we call Nature.
Maybe she will show mercy.
But only if we stop raping the planet.
Only if we start
listening to
the ones
offering a way out
of this industrial wasteland.
reject the self-employment bullshit
It's time to realize
that we're not headingtowards
an interstellar journey.
But there is a journey we can embark on.
A journey in our mind.
A journey in our mind.
Something much more rewarding,
Than setting up camp in the vacuum of space
It's something much more rewarding,
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6. |
Piaraq Vol.II
03:06
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BAD WOLF RECORDS Dijon, France
Sweaty gigs in darky places.
Cool and cheap records and merch to sell.
Fuck your racist, sexist and homophobic bullshit.
#dijonpunkrock
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