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Maten a los demócratas
02:23
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Puede oír mas no quiere escuchar ni dejar sus ambiciones, ni traicionar a su clase social.
Vida en mala fe.
Puede ver y no quiere observar, su indecisión es su mala religión.
Maten a los demócratas por favor.
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Sheebra/My (lame) wars
02:03
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Sheena Zebra, Cebra Sheena.
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This mind is filled with filthy insanity, drives me to the roof again.
Its ok, rot to the core or die, I can feel the weakness in my bones.
I cut my legs, now I can’t walk
I’m ruined and wrecked by my own words.
The saints won’t cry on my lame wars, battles that will never be won.
My eyes are open, waiting for the fire, the greatest catastrophic scene.
Misanthropic, hateful, anti-all, and still not getting any.
I cut my legs, now I can’t walk!
I’m ruined and wrecked by my own words.
The saints won’t cry on my lame wars, battles that will never be won.
Take me and pay my rent.
Shitty days, always dead.
No fun is left in this maze.
Ecstasy pills for me.
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A lake for the state
01:41
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Burning in the deepest lake of hell -> all the heads of state, and our fucking president.
Paying for your goddamn rent.
I know that they know you know the truth, living like this is great:
Buying all the shit the media pukes on your T.V., you won't commit to anything.
Molting skin just like a fucking snake, looks a little different, but is the same old shit.
Now I don't buy the lies and I'm not being fooled, so when they crush my rights please take a stand.
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Diazepam
01:04
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Ya no quiero ver, no quiero escuchar, no quiero saber eso que tienes que decir, no quiero ir a ningún lado, no quiero estar aquí.
Mi cuerpo estaba hundido, roto, muerto, en diazepam, bajo todas las sustancias que te puedas imaginar.
Ya no quiero ver, sáquenme de aquí.
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Placed in a rotten world with not much to smile for, not for the starving millions, not for me; Like a swastika in your son's bar mitzvah, like a lighted match approaching towards your home, a vandalic act, a king, a war.
A punk, a queer, the tramp that stares, won’t back down, won't disappear.
A bomb, a gun, the smelly flesh of corpses, a roar, dead sluts, brand new tears from an orphan's eyes.
We came for your blood, It's been a while and people stand up only getting fed up.
So why have any mercy for this nihilist bastard?
I know your type; I know that you do nothing.
And that's a passive violent act (we know the facts)
Cause what we got is what you lack (I say, it's true)
And that's exactly why we're getting rid of you.
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"Dear Kimeshi, eat your vitamins. plants and flowers can't build a brain. It's not my imagination; Read it in a book."
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- Ad populum fallacies can never be taken seriously; I don't want them in your mouth. Stated now your pseudo-fact, I shall reply and tell you that I gave up corpses to start a new life.
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La caída del conquistador, magnate, omnipotente y opresor.
La taxonomía como forma de control, nítidas piezas de ajedrez.
Eso no es compañerismo, es mierda.
Tu apretón de manos, un pisa papel.
Todos los engaños ya no engañan, pero no molestan tanto al parecer.
Estupefactos, se comieron su ración.
Frentes intoxicados en gas lacrimógeno.
En pleno ostracismo la razón, la tiranía en televisión.
La caída, la insurrección, la bomba en la calle, el sudor.
El humo en las gargantas de las masas quema las tráqueas, calienta la voz.
La norma en un vuelo decadente se consume en llamas rojas y en esmog.
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Siempre abajo
02:04
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Siempre abajo, cara en piso, no has querido ver.
Recuérdame por que hago esto, yo ya lo olvidé.
Las peleas perdidas son las únicas que pelee.
Piel rasgada, carne viva, pura realidad.
Solías ser tan estable y mira en donde estás.
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De nada sirve
00:58
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De nada sirve, dame pistas.
¿Que clase de imbécil cree que es justo vivir así?
Es tan solo natural ser un omnívoro blanco, cisgénero gordo clase media.
Siempre escondes tu sonrisa, juraste nunca llorar.
Tu existencia reducida a un arquetipo, a un clon, a una manzana.
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This means (class) war
01:55
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Living like tools, as Hannah said:
First: Born.
Then: Hired.
Finally: disposed.
Is this class war?
Yes, this is a class war.
This means class war.
And all the teenage ultraviolent queers, the collectivists, straight edge, vegans and radical anti-capitalists and people facing living hell in the name of democratic wealth aren’t just going to sit and take the bullshit, they’re on the front line, aren’t just gonna kiss the hand that chokes them, not when teeth are sharp enough to rip oppressor’s arm.
"They're killing us, you are killing me, I don't wanna live in democracy", sounds awfully familiar, old, yet truth is cold.
As red horizons, burn the skies.
Like the vengeance in my eyes, take them down.
It’s been a long lonely night, our hearts embrace the sun.
The tyrant, the master, and the slave (are) the structure of our food chain.
Aren’t just going to sit and take the bullshit, they're the front line.
Aren’t just gonna kiss the hand that chokes them, not when teeth are sharp enough to rip oppressor’s arm.
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10. |
Sad but true
01:24
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I`m quite sure this fact is sad but true: everyone’s a hypocrite, no one gives a shit, not even a bit.
When you gave them your hand, they ate all your fingers.
Why is it that you keep tripping with the same old stone?
Everyone's a bastard, no one's worth your golden tears,
So fuck them all and build a brain, then make structures collapse.
Living in eternal lies, eternal pain and damage to you!
Billie couldn’t take this any longer, killed a cop in the street; fucking shoot him in the head.
You gave them your trust and they couldn’t care less
Everyone’s a bastard, and you make no difference
Now the lesson is learned, you were naive as hell
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11. |
Brand new U.S.A. socks
02:09
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The plants are all covered in dust, would’ve burnt the world just to tell you how it felt when endless nights weren’t slept 6000 miles away and every fucking action seemed pointless.
Nice moments burn like trends.
I've got my brand new U.S.A. socks.
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Sheena la Cebra JAL, Mexico
Sheena la Cebra es una banda de Punk mexicana fundada en la ciudad de Guadalajara, Jalisco a principios del 2013.
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