Tragedy - The Point Of No Return (lyrics) Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return to what we may have been without all this shit we were born into: Poverty, depression, power and despair Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return by a world not crafted by hands of our own yet still we march in step to the cadence of its irregular beat The damage has been done - irreparable and all-encompassing Nature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess Worlds become obsolete like ideas and they won't have to burn the books when no one reads them anyway
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(lyrics) I am searching for a likeness of my image. Desperately flipping through the glossy pages of a magazine. A firm gaze at the T.V. screen. Flickering scenes of long mindless bodies. Beautiful women (I am told) peering at my features in the holy mirror. My beauty is disguised by an opaque, white screen. And so I hate this insufficient shell that covers my soul. I hate my wild curly hair, my oddly colored skin, my large thighs and ass, bulging stomach, and awkward breasts. Their standards can't hold my (our) weight. And so I am dropped. Falling into a pit of a million hidden bodies that can't be shown. Below I hit(hard) and it all becomes clear. The spirits of the forgotten women enter my mouth and vibrate safely in my solid stomach. Carried away by my strong thighs. Hidden behind my almighty breasts. Guarded by the snakes that make up my hair. Fear of Medusa keeps the evil ones back. Because now they know that at any moments I could take one look at them and turn them all to stone.
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(lyrics) FEMINISM. The modern day F-Word. Rejected and thrown aside. But who the fuck is doing the defining? This term was given by our MOTHERS and our SISTERS as a gift in which to name the injustices laid down by the patriarchy. A Language in which to call them on their shit. To recognize our gender oppression. To recognize repression of our strength and power. To question and fight against it. FEMINISM. The radical notion that women are people. And now they want us to believe that this language, this gift, is a burden bringing us down. That as a woman you're a "bitch" if you have fond your inner strength and fight for your liberation. "Bitch". Oh, you mean RADICAL. And what the fuck is wrong with being a radical anyway? Someone has to wake up to this blinded, droning society. ANGER is just an inherent reaction to the pain that we have suffered. And oh I forgot, there's no inequality anymore. It's the 90's now. "You've come a long way baby." Well, I'm not your baby and the fight is not over yet. I still can't walk alone at night without fear of being attacked. And the bruises of the power hungry fists have not left her face yet. Some say the label feminists confines women. It's the system that labels our gender as inferior. If you don't choose a label, believe me, they're going to choose one for you. So I would rather accept this label, this GIFT, given by our mothers and our sisters and run with it. Fly with it. Push it's boundaries and expand it's meaning so that it fits me, you, us.
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(lyrics) As we sit on top of the world, with our gutters cluttered with waxen cups crushed under our tires, and all we see every day are the familiar sights of our daily existence, we know nothing. As the dust continues to collect in every corner of every polling place, and every television screen has a familiar smiling face, and our time's wasted as they shovel the shit so high we can taste it, we know nothing. As every doorman checks our IDs, and every scrap of metal gets detected, and we hold our twenties up to the light, and plant forests in the median strips to make things right, we know nothing. But the whole world is watching. The whole world is watching and the whole world is sick, and they'd really rather see a puppet head on a stick. And all the soulless self-important liars holding the reins make the good ones fighting for something real in terms of change seem so strangely out of place, their goals so out of range... And we feel ourselves choke as the mud flies, and the tradition of lies undermines and belies what we're taught all our lives: "Vote or don't complain." That short-sighted, simplified argument proves that we know nothing. And the whole world is watching.
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Dystopia - Ruptured Silence its easy to see incentive to talk staring at all staring at me where has humanity gone i feel sick to open my mouth visions are blurred glances are exchanged eyes connect speach neglect we coldly walk away a thousand thoughts a million minds a vocal box and a set of eyes gifted with vision communication yet overwhelmingly blind people are hurt shouting and pleading communication doesnt ever leave down on my knees i start to cry who the hell are you to question why speak breathe relinquish your apathy seek conquer release anxiety silence is weight that broke our backs and pulls our mental chains silence will oppress us and well always be its slave theres no compassion not any more brotherhood smashed like a roach on the floor never the less people like you follow like slaves speak breathe live see quiet choke die blind speak breathe feel release i dont feel seek conquer realse anxiety find fuck censor relax seek control confront your insanity crush feel silence slave breathe speak free loud silence defens me seek ease release it all let it all go silence will destroy us all leave us all your mark on life blah
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Zar Pank Ne Bi Trebao Biti Kontra (lyrics) zar pank ne bi trebao biti kontra blog/my space??!! danas te sve to odreduje brend i u hard core muzici propaganda -- direktna akcija konzumiraš, ali i dalje blejiš propaganda -- direktna akcija konzumiraš, ali i dalje blejiš „šetnja kroz grad više nije ugodna jer te okružuje propagandna poruka" sad je i tvoj bend trade mark - zarada sad je i hc brend, marka, zarada
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From Ashes Rise - Silence (lyrics) No rest from the labor at the whip's end, when portraits of toil invade. No rest from the stinging of the needles, when we covet their highs. We can't run from the swarm when we live in the hive, and the game is soon lost when we pray to the skies. We can't run from the storm under black clouded skies. We can't run from the swarm when live in the hive. Are we deaf to the silence, or the roar of the machines, or the hammering of the gavels, or the thunder of the crowds, or the voices in our heads, or are we deaf from the silence?
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(lyrics) For five hundred years the spirit of discovery has blazed the trail to new frontiers. As centuries come and go, the stench of colonialism festers and I am sickened by the image of beauty torn apart (under the veil of progress). The spirit festers in their hearts of those who have carved up the Earth and built an empire upon the graves of cultures with the labor of slaves. They teach us it's sad but deny it was (is) wrong. Explorers or invaders? Progress or genocide? It depends on who you ask and where you look because those with the guns are the ones who wrote the books. This spirit lies in the minds of the mad scientists who look toward inner and outer space as the next frontier and they are willing to stop at nothing to reach it. Explorers or deserters? Progress or suicide? This spirit takes us further towards false security and we still celebrate. Blind and content because "the end justifies the means" (1492 was the beginning of the end).
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Behind Enemy Lines - Gluttons Of Privilege lyrics We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege As they rewrite the labor laws to subjugate the poor We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege By serving our lords on the factory floor We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege Shouldering the tax breaks for the politically affluent We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege Setting the groundwork for our own social displacement Privilege: the birthright of the ruling class Lavished in luxury (is never enough) with more to amass Social conscience takes a backseat to profit And their trickle-down policies (are never enough) never emit The elite stuff themselves like pigs at the trough While the scraps from their tables (are never enough) are tapering off If you're born at the bottom life can be tough But when you're on top of the world then it's never enough We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege As we take another step closer towards privatization We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege Blinded by the daily grind we miss the correlation We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege Lay off millions of workers to increase the stock market average We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege As they slaughter the workforce and dine on the carnage Privilege: the birthright of the ruling class Lavished in luxury (is never enough) with more to amass Social conscience takes a backseat to profit And their trickle-down policies (are never enough) never emit The elite stuff themselves like pigs at the trough While the scraps from their tables (are never enough) are tapering off If you're born at the bottom life can be tough But when you're on top of the world then it's never enough Opening their checkbooks, buying and selling lives Human dignity is sacrificed but the status quo survives Stepping on the poor to lift profit margins higher Gutting social programs to build empire after empire Bow down to the industrialists as opportunities falter Standing on the ruins of those buried by the dollar They insure that our standard of living will continue depleting Because an unemployed workforce keeps the masses competing We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege As they export the job market with cut-throat ambition We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege We're baited in the retrace by this classist tradition We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege We're lost in the debris of a global plutocracy We're all feeding the gluttons of privilege Because we're all scavengers of a trickle-down economy Privilege: the birthright of the ruling class Lavished in luxury (is never enough) with more to amass Social conscience takes a backseat to profit And their trickle-down policies (are never enough) never emit The elite stuff themselves like pigs at the trough While the scraps from their tables (are never enough) are tapering off If you're born at the bottom life can be tough But when you're on top of the world then it's never enough
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(lyrics) "The industrial-technological system may survive or it may break down. If it survives, it may eventually achieve a low level of physical and psychological suffering, but only after passing at the cost of permanently reducing human beings and many other living organisms to engineered products and mere cogs in the social machine. Furthermore, if the system survives, the consequences will be inevitable: there is no way of reforming of modifying the system as to prevent it from depriving people of dignity and autonomy. If the system breaks down the consequences will still be very painful. But the bigger the system grows, the more disastrous the results of it's breakdown will be, so if it is to break down it had best break sooner rather than later" (Unabomber Manifesto) For five hundred years they've shown all the know is murder. So murder is what they'll get. A backlash against five hundred years of suffering that they want us all to forget. The genocide of native peoples and the others that have been enslaved. The suffering caused by progress will be dealt back in spades. The techno-industrial fortress is crumbling under it's own weight. As the pendulum swings we witness a backlash. As the bastard child of progress attempts liberation through patricide liberation through severing the noose that capitalism has tied. For every freedom fighter imprisoned and killed for standing up for what is right. For those who've been persecuted for simply trying to survive. For all of the stolen futures and the cultures that have been erased. The tyrants will be slaughtered by the monster that they create. The monster that the racist, money-grubbing, imperial war machine has created is in the hearts and minds of the masses and it is evergrowing. If those who impose, maintain, and uphold the current social hierarchy continue down their path of dehumanization, oppression and exploitation; this monster, born of the overwhelming anger and frustration felt by those oppressed will manifest itself in the form of a violent backlash against the oppressors. This is not the dream that we strive for. It is the reality that they have created.
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AGRIMONIA - THE PLAGUE (lyrics) Living dead Cold heart Cold blood Once was alive These gates have infected my mind And now your words are mine Stagger around in silence Afraid to open my mouth Buried alive In the grip of this plague Deeds of darkness in my mind The walls and the bars Smother me and paralyse My body a hollow shell Can't leave this devastating state I am living dead shattered dreams Without hope the truth lies buried Zero on the dice When the battle finally sets You clip my wings Sew my lips together Fill me up with lies Too weak to say no I accept the leash around my neck Like a plague that takes our lives A knife stabbing our brains The nightmare never ends When I close my eyes I see the plague Living dead Cold heart Cold blood Once was alive
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84 (lyrics) šest godina je prošlo od kada živimo '84 najbolji live performans uveo nas je u pricu koju proživljavamo danas... kotrljamo se tamo gdje nas bace novac je samljeo nacionalizam sve je na prodaju i ništa nema vrijednost neprijatelju nestaje lice... mir je time-out izmedu dva rata, savršen film, vrijeme izmedu reklama, reklama i još malo reklama pune novih pojmova fotoshop kozmetika... frende, daj se nasmiješi sve se ovo sada snima...
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Aktivna Propaganda - Armija Sagnutih Glava (lyrics) Samo država te je sredila, dala ti prošlost - tradiciju, religiju, dala ti sedašnjost - rat, politiku i budučnost - tehnologiju. Samo je sistem, kojeg moraš, da pratiš, moraš živjeti naprijed i nikad ne smješ stati. Ne traži sunca, jer imaš neonska svijetla i ne traži spas, jer ti si sam i jedan. Samo ti moraš pobjediti, pustiti prošlost - tradiciju, religiju, živjeti sadašnjost - sreču, slobodu i budučnost - anarhiju. Jer ovaj sistem nikad ne može stati, ovu naciju - samo ropstvo prati. Ne govori više, da ovdje nema riješenja, ti si svoj čovjek i njih ne trebaš. Glavu gore, pogled pravo, znaš, da ovaj svijet umire, ako ti život barem malo vrijedisada je vrijeme, da digneš se!
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Behind Enemy Lines - Dogmatic Slumber Lyrics Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They pass 'free trade' legislation that favors the companies Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They cut social programs to fund war technology Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They inject genetically engineered hormones into everything we eat Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They use our own money to pay for our defeat Wake up from this dogmatic slumber Stand up and face our enemies Rise up we've got the numbers Live up to what we could actually be Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They embrace trickle down economics that maintain us as slaves Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They treat the poor as criminals and give dictators parades Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They bombard us with advertisements until our willpower succumbs Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They utilize slave labor that keeps us competing for crumbs Wake up from this dogmatic slumber Stand up and face our enemies Rise up we've got the numbers Live up to what we could actually be They exploit our differences to create more divisions They keep us subservient with flags and religions They threaten us with loss of our freedom and soul They employ all of these tactics to keep their control And once we're separated and contained by the systems oppressive tactics Once the flame is extinguished and our leaders fucking have us We're an unwilling contribution towards the system we despise We're a part of the machine and our lives are fucking lies Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They bomb civilian populations to secure a better price for oil Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They wage nonstop war against activists until the dissidents recoil Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They expose us to the biological weapons they manufacture in the lab Do you know what they're up to while we sleep? They steal our minds, destroy our bodies and leave us on the slab Wake up from this dogmatic slumber Stand up and face our enemies Rise up we've got the numbers Live up to what we could actually be ..
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(lyrics) Sometimes when I look in the mirror I see the face of my enemy. I hate that I've been conditioned. I'm bitter that they've gotten to me. But by accepting my role I remain part of the machinery. By accepting my birthright as colonizer and rapist I'm a traitor to that which sets me free. We must recognize and realize that we each play a role in the cycles of oppression. Personal revolution is the key to freeing ourselves from ourselves. Rejecting our conditioning means freedom once it's been undone. When accusing those who've colonized don't be afraid to look inside. Live your life as a thorn in their side. My conscious and subconscious are at each other's throats. Sometimes the thoughts that cross my mind go against everything I know is right. Every glance over my shoulder at those who I'm conditioned to perceive as threats. Every gaze at my sisters as little more than objects. We must recognize and realize that we each have the power to break the cycles of oppression. Denial and complacency serve only to grease the machinery. But as we the gears remove ourselves we take the steps that will set us free...
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Tri kralja Danas sam vidio klinca Kako kleči ispred Coca Colinog frižidera Htio je on jedan mali bicikl za sebe Sveto trojstvo danas zasjeda Ispisuje stranice Novog zavjeta Svijet bez granica, ali samo za kapital Ispuni sve uvjete i možeš biti sluga, sluga Kada se Isus rađao Na nebu je bila zvijezda Danica A danas kada se rađa globalizacija Nebo je ispunjeno satelitima Čovjek danas uz križ nosi bar kod svastiku Kršćanstvo je donjelo razaranja A znaš li što donosi novo sveto trojstvo Zvano globalizacija - kolonizaciju
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Uništen od posla / bijes i depresija za šaku kovanica ... dobro da su srušili šumu - i ovako je tu bilo samo blato... A vidi sada parkinga rode, kakav je samo šoping centar niknuo a tek kada vidiš ponudu! Da li si gladan / ili si možda žedan ??? Sada je sve uredno i na jednom mjestu - da ga nema tu, potpuno bi izludio ... Odgadanje depresije na 12 mjeseci peglanjem kartica Ovo je ludilo !!!!!!
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http://www.myspace.com/thishomeisprepared Низ стаклен поглед рече: "Нека не остане камен врз камен, реките црвено течат, објавете лешинарска гозба!" Децата од предградијата нека палат,колат и гмечат... Сиромаштијата и милоста сестри се, а очи да не си видат. 18250 дена,секој приказна за себе. Секоја измината минута, сојузничка на заборавот. Грабајте,сегашноста е наша. Златото лесно се чисти од крв. Вистината доби печат преку лицето, сега е само,запечатена приказна.
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http://www.myspace.com/agrimonia http://agrimonia.info/ AGRIMONIA - CYST (lyrics) Depths of despair unmade the world Like a breath from our damaged lungs When exhaled slowly to be spoken again The ugliness of our times return Nameless they are and will remain Pale, burned away - they are moving unseen Suffering the deeds of doom Dark shadows in the cold light Depths of despair unmade the world Heading slowly for unknown terrain Grit and sand carried by wind We stray again, leaving the path Light and shade meet in vain Trust not what will be concealed Never wounded, never knew blood is red A reflection not seen, never seen alive Scattered in the wind, the loss of mortal remains A cyst on mankind, a failure in life The perpetual circle unlocked A gasp for breath, a guttural choke A soul roaming the world Banned from the stories we heard Visiable only to the eye in the dark She rises to avenge us all Hunger of hundreds that greet what is left Insanity spreads like an epidemic disease Mourners are sacrificed to restore our sleep Terror enters the doors of hell
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(lyrics) We're mere appendages of machines. Synthetic. Dependent. We're only half human beings. Abort the cyborg living under the skin. Sever the wires that feed self-destruction. Sever the wires that cause self-destruction. Remove yourself from the machinery. Remove the machinery from yourself. An industrial monolith blocks out light. Circuits and engines rob us of life. We've all but exchanged blood vessels for wires.As our bodies grow colder we extinguish our fires. The offspring of the union of progress and nature (the product of rape). Humanity, manufactured and forced into a thief's reality. We've all been conditioned and we've all been numbed. With the hardware installed, the damage is done. Shall our lives be wasted simply greasing gears? Or shall we live as thorns in the side of that which feeds out fears? Will you embrace this menace or will you live to tear it apart? Hope is a seed that lives in your heart.
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From Ashes Rise - What The Good Book Says lyrics Enough of indoctrination in a stalemate game. Enough of logic hidden away behind textbooks, capturing the dust. Here lies the method of control, to focus us, to keep our eyes on the cross and our knees in the sand, while salivating on every command to what the good book says.
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http://www.myspace.com/thishomeisprepared Nishto nemam... Na gladot sum kjerka, Niz svetot , na svoeto telo go nosam negoviot zhig. Nemam ni ochi... Pogledite mi go zamrznuvaat razumot, a ustata mi e dupka za po nekoj naezhuvachki krik. Prezirot i ismevanjeto mi se nagrada od svetot i amorfnoto molchenje na prirodata, zemjata i neboto. O, zoshto e toa ? Za mene e samo skitanjeto i svetot i parche suv leb. Omrazata e plodot na moeto bdeenje, mojata strplivost go krie uzhasot na mokjta
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(lyrics) We are now so far from a natural state that there may not ever be a reversal. We have severed every tie with our natural families. We've replaced reverence for the Earth with faith in technology. Our existence is so plastic and synthetic, it makes us weak. We are too dependent on institutions. We're crippled by our own machines. We're only truly free if we free ourselves. Dependence dooms us to a life in a cell. The seed has been planted and the time for harvest draws near. Our spark is extinguished by obsession and fear. The seed is planted deep and the time for harvest is near. The seed has been planted, the time for harvest is here... Humanity has disowned it's mother. It's a shame what we're become. An ungrateful, rapist, bastard child racing toward an early grave. We have severed every tie with that which sets us free and still we suckle the breast of our enemy. We're born into a prison (a miserable machine) and we are taught that it's perfectly natural to submit to slavery.
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From Ashes Rise Public Service lyrics Public service, service for who? The poor fill the prisons, the rich fill the schools. Public servants to serve me and you, they serve to destroy us, fucked over for who? Public service, send you to war. Public service, to take away your wages. Public service, to lock you in cells. Public service, who's the service for? Service the rich while you strangle the poor.
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Ledena Tišina (lyrics) Fašizam je carstvo grobova slom svih ljudskih ideala, od njegovog daha mrznu se ptice u letu, njegov logos je logor, a njihova filozofija je MRŽNJA. Njihova su cvjetna polja zgarišta, a njegovi junaci nitkovi i hulje njegovo je svjetlo pomrčina bez i jedne zvijezde, a njegova glazba ledena tišina prekidana tisućama, milijunima ljudskih jauka Ljudskih JAUKA!!!
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(lyrics) Propaganda makes world Go round and round It spreads hate and torture All over the ground. It is the weapon of leaders It is doom for the poor Brainwashing maschine For mindless consumers. Propaganda - weapon of the leaders Television - doom for the poor You can ignore us You can forbid us You can frighten us But you can't stop us! Struggle for the good of all people Will continue untill we are all free! United in the struglle shoulder by shoulder! Long live our struggle! Long live our victory! Lahko nas ignorirate Lahko nam prepovedujete Lahko nas ustrahujete A ustaviti nas ne morete! Borba za dobro vseh ljudi se bo nadaljevala Dokler ne bomo svodobni vsi! Združeni v borbi z ramo ob rami! živela naša borba! živela naša zmaga!
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