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DAYS White and black Black and white Suddenly they have become just grey How many are left before you say enough? Enough of fear False hope Life is cruel, praying is no good Drunk messiah out to save the world Work crushes you You suffer at home Seeking the way to escape it The ticket for happiness is not for all of us White and black Black and white Suddenly they have become just grey So how many are left before you say enough? Just another day Day that has already been here Just another day That nobody missed   HUNTED ANIMALS Make it last Make it take another moment The pleasant feeling of Aiming between the eyes When the finger on the trigger Cannot be stopped A live target in the distance To wound, to finish In cold blood, emotionless Slowly a sentence comes from the mouth What is it like To shoot at a human? A routine movement Kneel down, lock off A man or an animal I cannot tell anymore Make it last Make it take another moment The pleasant feeling of Aiming between the eyes   ATTACK Like a volcano waiting for another eruption Like glowing lava pushing to the top Regroup the powers for another attack And find oneself in the hardest moment Regroup the powers for another attack Not a single step back Under the pavement of the street the beach is hidden At the end of the horizon the world begins Attack!   BUT A DEAD BREATH Opening Of dry wounds In the dusk of shadows In the dusk of the shadows of the past Returns that Do not lead anywhere Only into the gutter of futility Into the gutter of neverending doubt But a dead breath Dead breath of returns, returns back But a dead breath Remorse with no answer Burden that Cannot be born Weight that Pulls uncompromisingly to the bottom Dead times' Cold touch Chills Chills and quickly disappears   BREAKPOINT Time burns Burns like a fuse of the explosive Time burns In spasms strained veins like ropes Step back Back again, loose again Step back Like many times before Time burns Too late to retreat Time burns To choose another defeat Everything is over And dust settles down slowly Everything is over What doesn't kill you makes you stronger For yourself Another fight struggles in the eyes For yourself A moment noone will take away from you The road is clear And the goals in the eyes Hesitation, doubts The fire burned The road is clear Just to go Dynamite in the heart Blast   NIGHTMARES Black point is growing As it flies towards you Its wings can be Clearly recognized Closer and closer You cannot run away Into the quick flesh Fear sets its claws When it runs through the body To the very last nerve When the heart seizes up Like sand in the gear When nightmares approach Despite the daytime When you go through another Hell on earth Fear will find its destination With the accuracy of guided missiles Fear will find its destination You will have your deal   HELPLESSNESS When the cancer of resignation corrodes your brain And you are short of strength to make the next step Hundreds of vain attempts, all miss the goal You wish you had never been born Collapse of personality, an utter human failure Hangover with a rancid taste of disappointment Maybe one day you will find the right way out And future will not be merely another day survived When helplessness set Its claws into flesh And each step forward Means two steps back   BURIED ALIVE Another day ahead To drown, to dissolve in a pool of dirt Self-debilitating Without mercy Another day ahead In the course of survival To tie the rope for your Future Never to have myself buried alive Laugh in the face of this slow death Live like This day were the last   FORWARD When life flows Like the sand among fingers You say „not yet“ It’s still too early When you wait for the moment When this will change The waiting became The daily routine Fear – fear from the future Deep in your bones When you bury the life Under the pile of apathy When your brain stopped breathing But the body still functions When you wait for the moment When this will change The waiting became The daily routine   MACHINES GET CLOSER In precise rhythm of gear-wheels Machines get closer In copper veins No blood flows Entrails braided From clutches of cables And the mouths crooked In plastic grin Lifeless mass in move Marching in lines   DEALERS Dealers of faith, truth and love Clever ways how to make you addicted Their truth is pure and artless Their truth will send you straight to hell   MONUMENTS   Winners of wars write the history Amnesty for mass-murderers On their memorials flowers are put Dozens of washed up phrases are said Empty eyes are watching us Deaf mouths whisper That winner always takes everything Today same like yesterday For leaders statutes staring forward Always there’s demand for symbols of heroes For nameless masses who have rotted in trenches We build the memorials of unknown soldiers Message written by blood Carved into stone That winner always takes everything Today same like yesterday   FACELESS For you we have no faces But there are millions of us We throw voting cards in boxes We are fodder for cannons No command came But we are already marching in lines Dumb slogans for the sale Gladly we consume them all Expert teams works On our happiness They link our steps With precision of hundredth Faceless – with number Faceless – we march Faceless – with number On our way through life   SHIPS Ships go their ways And always miss each other But I won’t be the one Cutting the hope’s throat Hopeless situations Are locking the way out It’s better to burn out your own heart By napalm This heads to nowhere There’s no good end You see cliffs on horizon But there’s no way back Trying to go on Despite the clear breakdowns There are questions Which I can’t answer at all   ARCHITECTURE OF TOTALITY By drawing desks, in army’s headquarters At secret meetings watched carefully Behind the laboratories walls, in concrete bunkers Architects of totality are building new prisons for us Bacteria of fear, fear of insecurity Sown in exact doses, in favorable moment Hundred percent of impact is many times checked out Always the same reaction occurs Formations lined Divisions resolved Deviation gets punished Society is at war   ENEMY Will you even wake up tomorrow? Won’t it be your last day? You are scared of your shadow You are scared to go outside Enemy, who’s the enemy? To whom they will point their finger next time? Danger on every step Danger all around us Trust in those threatening you Trust is food of masses   CONCRETE JUNGLE Points of no way out Conflicts, which have no solution When you feel that the ceiling is too low Then there’s nowhere to retreat Concrete jungle – outside and in your head too It’s better to get used to it – this way it’s right Options where you can’t choose at all When only one direction is allowed When you feel that the ceiling is too low When aggression is the last form of defense   TO BE ABLE TO SELL YOURSELF For the highest price To be able to sell yourself To put an offer Again and again They hustle in rows Fight with their elbows And their ties strangle the throats Like ropes To be able to sell yourself – to connect with machines To be able to sell yourself – echoes the march of human resources   TOMORROW MAYBE To swear for thousands times, to persuade yourself That it won’t end up like this, that this can’t be the truth But reality is always harsher then worst nightmare Reality, which will kick you down   Send your dreams and ideals to hell Flush down all your old days Tomorrow will be everything easier When you will cover your skin with new uniform But no, this fucking absurd grotesque will never end. Dozens of next images ready just for you – like on the supermarkets shelves. And wearing each one of them you will feel during the first moments that this one suits you best.   SCAR COLLECTORS The mood is like before your own execution Nooses of anguish swinging over your head Slowly moving onward step by step And hoping this time it’ll turn out better Scar collectors – dead-end explorers Testing foreign terrain on their bodies Keeping the balance on a razor edge Coming out of the trenches alone and disarmed Scars and bruises like a souvenir collection Memories from journeys to hell and back   SLOGANS AND BANNERS Slogans and banners flags resolutions Don’t bother asking what is their sense With your back covered, with a sense of safety Stuffing all the world’s problems into just a few words Go let yourself get tricked and believe for a few years Then calmly disappear into nowhere somewhere Tally the balance, the wins and the losses And grind your teeth in bitter disillusion Slogans and banners Flags resolutions Hopefully you will manage to change the world Before the next (bored) generation arrives   MINUTE OF SILENCE And suddenly not knowing where to hide your gaze When the space has been filled up by freezing silence Nothing to wish for in this time of total frustration Good luck perhaps on the way to the other side A minute of silence That freezes like ice Like a nightmare That’s coming back   MINISTRY OF PEACE Information war without bloodshed We watch comfortably sat in armchairs Propaganda, aggression and war therein are certainly humanitarian Ministry of war Introduces peace at any cost Ministry of fear Watching over our safety   RESIGNATION We are eternal pilgrims On the roads that lead nowhere On the chessboard Where it is not us who have the game under control Resignation!   THE MARCH OF TERROR Like a sharp knife Cries of sirens cut the night calm The echo of march is heard on order Pounding against the pavement in the rhythm of a machine In our ears the march of terror We listen standing tight In our ears the march of terror Sounds like a horror film soundtrack Stuck in cramps and shaking with fear The pulse of life with the question what’s next When the silence of the night was torn by cries of sirens After this night day will never come   TUNNEL OF DISEASE AND DEATH On the end of the tunnel of disease and death Where light goes out and doesn’t light up again At the end of the tunnel of disease and death Only there we all shall finally be equal The last station is approaching Erasing all differences and boundaries   IN FEAR Fear never betrays you Always when the time is right It appears out of nowhere It is a true friend Words stuck in the throat Cold sweat Joints petrified When you want to make another step It has hundreds of shapes, hundreds of faces All you have to do is pick one and enjoy it And then you just wish that it’s not gonna be you That someone else will live through the next minutes If everything could be brought back If it were possible to disappear faraway and right now   COLLECTIVE DEPRESSIONS Bodies still show signs of life Stimulus brings reaction In the streets and in the heads a desolate emptiness There’s nothing but you keep feeling like vomiting In collective depressive states Disgusted by time we march in herds You came to terms with things you had resisted to accept You just look for excuses for your silence You locked up the lock and threw away the key Behind the bars of a cell your free thinking remained   CRISIS Day by day flow, everything seems alright Day by day flow, you almost go used to it You quietly start to believe that everything turns better Life without cruel turbulences – a promising fancy But there is another collision looming ahead It brings you down to the deepest crisis A process that cannot be stopped starts going You slowly sink into a dark mine A way down through tens of disappointments and losses Black colour of pessimism shows the way   (older lyrics will be typed in shortly)

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