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Shoa
04:28
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There were mountains of corpses, I can still hear my dead friends: “ Dont forget to tell the world of our destiny, i will never forget"
They just walked around with knives in their hands
and stab to see, if I am already dead (like they are)
They just walked around with guns in their hands
they took my clothes off, took my teeth out and spitted in my face
Naked like the truth,
that nobody wants to see
They set my body on fire
Rising like the wind
crying into the black clouds
never forget, never forget
the raindrops keep falling
but taste so different this time
never forget, never forget
Listen to the walls. They can speak
Listen to the stones. They have seen it all.
Listen to the stories, they will make you cry and maybe shake your heart
when the last witness dies
will we remember or will we denied the days of shame
when the last evidence is burned
will we remember or will we try to forget?
black clouds, black hearts, black boots
under the black skies
will we remember or will we try to forget?
under the black skies...will we forget?
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Kultúra Smrti
01:39
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chytení vo víre veľkých slov
držitelia rána blúdia tmou
lístok do šťastného detstva
a škoda rany, čo padne vedľa
hodnoty tradičných rodín
zas cítiš ten chlad z rodného hniezda
po vreckách spomienky, ktoré bolia
v hlavách zmätok
a v nohách stovky chýb
vyvolení...som jedným z nich
som jedným z vás
to zlo je v nás, už žiadne výhovorky
to zlo je v nás, kultúra smrti sme my
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Shesery
01:59
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she`s cold like a stone
broken like a doll
calm like a thief
shesery
with the saint mary picture and few coins in her hands
there is still a chance to drink this life down
minute after minute, drop after the drop
its run away, like dirty mud, days turns to gray
and you know so well, there`s no chance to save her
and on the other day she wasn`t there
I stood right there
the coin in my hand
feeling cold in hot weather
who to blame and how to help
when the life is like a ladder
I shake my head and turn away
I hope I can do it better
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True Value
03:11
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I spent so much time, but I don`t own a minute
I spent so much life, but owe nothing to no one
I rent you a place in my heart, but want nothing back.
the life just passed by
you didn`t notice
always looking for rewards, for the glory
what we put into this world
is who we become
gold diggers lost in mine, deep in the ground
how much is the friendship
how much is love
how much is the night I spent in your arms
how much is the lie
how much is the truth
how much is the courage to tell it to you
memories you lost
tears of joy
how much is the right to close the door and go
who knows
we`re gold diggers lost in mine
we`ll never see the sun again
who have we become
we`re gold diggers lost in mine
we will never see the sun again
we will never see the sunset
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Náš Hnev
02:45
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Náš hnev...do vašich ulíc, do vašich miest a škôl
Náš hnev...do vašich slov, do vašich životov
Náš hnev, čo rozvíry prach a rozbúri vlny
prach zaslepil oči, zas majú farbu krvi
Zdvihla sa vlna, pohol sa spievod, horia pochodne
zas pálime vlajky, sejeme vietor, zbytočne
Zostali sami v hmle
stratení mlčia v tme.
cítia vietor, vidia svetlo, čakajú pomoc, nie smrť
Náš hnev do vašich duší/srdcí
Zostali sami v hmle
stratení mlčia v tme.
Ukrytý v dave,
za boha, za národ
prvý dvíhaš kameň
šťastný, že nie si z tých,
z tých na druhej strane.
Veď právo je na strane tých, ktorých je viac
a tak po zásluhe, nepôjdeš prvý
Slabí, chorí, chudáci a ja
neprispôsobiví, až potom pôjdeš ty.
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Cowards with Forks
03:18
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to achieve the life, we always dream to live
to find the path of joy, we used to hear about
after the drama, before the news
everything was told
the desire has been born
all the corpses we left behind
all their pain, all their tears
we packed so well
we choosed right names to sell
always ready to look away
always knew, it`s not a game
always willing use fancy names
they have no chance to run away,
they have no rights to hide, you may
hear them scream, if you dare to stay
and look into their faces, see us fail again
there`s no poetry, the knife find his way
You are not a hunter, if your territory is a shopping mall.
You are not their masters, just ignorant bathing in their blood.
But of course we need our comfort, we need the taste we love.
Compassion buried in self-delusion, that we didn`t do anything wrong
Cause this is how the world was set. This is how the cowards with forks keep their faith.
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základná výbava je skromná
bycigeľ, klince a kukla
do praku náboje všetkých druhov
odvaha, šťastie a potom let´s go!
je to permanentná vendetta
za všetky ústrky na cestách
za všetky obete na dvoch kolesách
pomsta je sladká ách
bycigľoví bojovníci dostanú vás vo dne v noci
nik nebude na pomoci jé jé jé
bycigľoví bojovníci majú pamäť ako slon
na vojnovom chodníku s motorovou háveďou
každá zlá ešpézetka bude potrestaná
bycigľovým partizánom trikrát sláva
sláva sláva sláva
proti sprostým motorkám, čo hučia po lesoch
proti bezohľadným pánom vo veľkých džípoch
keď to nejde inak, pôjde to po zlom
bycigeľ vracia úder, úder za úderom
jasný odkaz všetkým besným šoférom
počúvajte kokoti: cesty patria bycigľom!
bycigľoví bojovníci dostanú vás vo dne v noci
nik nebude na pomoci jé jé jé
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Rats Get Fat Žilinský kraj, Slovakia
After brake down of our previous bands, we decided to create a new project. We threw our past away, cleaned the table and started from zero again. We put all our ideas, effort and energy to create a sound, that will kick you to your balls. We give our music over to fight with human stupidity, hypocrisy, xenophoby and racism, to support DIY and UG culture and laught to mainstream face. ... more
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