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Death Note
02:58
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Death comes
for anyone who glistens
in rhetoric of hope
of normative dissent
blacklisted forever
Braindead apparatchiks
vague domestic threats
they put you on a death note
and bureaucracy exacts
The banality of evil
exists in biro lists
on idle scraps of paper
and hunted forever
Braindead apparatchiks
vague domestic threats
they put you on a death note
and bureaucracy exacts
Mediocrity of man
and the abhorrence of deeds
Death comes
for revolutionaries
the stench of rotting flesh
on mild-mannered servants
arbitrary murder
death comes
for anyone who glistens
in rhetoric of hope
of normative dissent
blacklisted forever
Braindead apparatchiks
vague domestic threats
they put you on a death note
and bureaucracy exacts
Mediocrity of man
and the abhorrence of deeds
mediocrity of man
this clandestine disease
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2. |
Civilization
03:27
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You can destroy your history
a sacred act of contempt
deny your future
annihilation heaven sent
Civilization
turning into dust
divinity it glistens
all before you lost
Destroy your everything
obliterate your everything
The walls are crumbling
in the name of salvation
condemned to purgatory
trapped in a mausoleum
Civilization
turning into dust
ruptured and forgotten
cynical and lost
Bathe in your intellectual genocide
for your God, for your sins
celebrate philosophical suicide
for your God
Civilization
turning into dust
ruptured and forgotten
cynical and lost
Destroy your everything
obliterate your everything
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3. |
Private War
04:02
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Lawless vultures
in polyester grace
synthesize divinity
They're singing sweet songs
drain the blood from your neck, and picking at your bones
they're singing sweet songs
little sonnets of war, but it's just begun
Dance like cannibals, to the beat of the drum
bred like racing dogs, at the point of a gun
a kleptocratic haze, of vintage wine and cocaine
a kleptocratic haze, rabid and crazed
Medievel frenzy
of caste and barricades
euthanize the human waste
Manufactured Gods
with interchangeable pink flesh
junkies and perverts sit
with royal ettiquette
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4. |
Revenge
03:53
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I’m preaching death to the wounded
through clouds of nitrogen smoke
falsehoods and mirrors you pedal
blunt shards of fabricated hope
tell me, what can I sell
to stay on this carousel?
It just keeps spinning too fast for me
Can you feel my heart?
Can you feel it dancing to its own death march?
Start the acid wash again
until there’s no marks left on my skin
you can peel and preen, taxidermy
I’m a brain-dead effigy
Can you feel my pulse?
Got to get my revenge before it stops
Only my essence remains
sugar-coated and wrapped
marinated in snake oil
surrounded by sycophants
propagating façade
that I can barely endure
but there’s no turning back any more
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1919 Bradford, UK
1919 is a post-punk band from Bradford, UK, and an early contributor to what became the Goth genre.
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