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Louder than words
02:30
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i can' t take her
she is so full of air and graces
stranded
this life doesn't belong to me
I look from the window and i see a damp world of disgrace
the same world whose weight crushes us down
louder
this life is like a party
it gets worse year after year
to the end becomes pathetic,
with a few guests and above all
little amusing just like an old song
when i disappear, there's only one thing i'd like to do
I'd like to have chosen well my own last words
love
starts with my funeral
to last a day
or maybe two weeks
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Keeps me alive
02:26
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we got the poison we got the nails so, why need more? my paranoia keeps me alive so why have I to cure myself? I break the tension speaking alone poison!
you gotta run, gonna spit and turn I got a large heart for just one love they said I'm mad, maybe they're right
it's my skill, it's called paranoia
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Wet bones
03:40
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I'll break your stuff I'll read your magazines gimme a reason a reason to submit that's your tired life a life you're dragging away I can see it every single day I got no romance,I'm getting ice cold I lost thousand of friends but you're always here there is a part of me you had never know I recognize it when I'm all alone
in your black hole I can leave my bones I can stand hearing your voices I got no feelings, only sensations but everything is falling (down)
I got this rage, you see it when I'm singing I'd like to be more convinced of what I say daily abuses, endured and provoked make me suffer
so, I suffer well
feel the suffer so suffer well
in your black hole I can leave my bones I can stand hearing your voices I got no feelings, only sensations but everything is dead
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When nobody shaves
02:42
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when nobody shaves
now everybody looks in a strange way
after the pit they dance house, you know
they wear t-shirt whose meaning they ignore
what matters at the shows
is to take a thousand photos for the blog
nobody gives a fuck who' s playing now
you gotta say "i was there"
this is not love
i have see lords of the scene
changing radically as c.p.
dressing like they never did before
now everybody is a dj or worse
this is not love
everyone is to blame
when nobody shaves
this is not love
and neither seems to be
bring your fix bike and your vice magazine
eighties are dead and buried
so i scream
even if i waste my words
even if i break my throat
even if i got no time, i' ll never betray
this is not love
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Decrew Monza, Italy
decrew
from Italy
life is pain,
hardcore is suffering
since 1991
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