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All monsters
02:42
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All monsters want a piece of this, all zombies love our sex appeal.
I am the greatest pride of the industry!
The shit those rats work for, I get it with the blink of an eye.
Everyone kisses ass, so better join us in the gig, now let the show begin.
Sweat irritates my fragile eyes, doesn't mean I cannot see...
It's so monotonous, has become predictable just like the jacking off routine of all my juicy friends.
It's all covered in testosterone, it's all covered in testosterone!
All monsters eat huge piles of shit, all zombies think it's kinda cool,
the pseudo revolution is gonna be televised and all the hardwork: ostracized.
It's all covered in testosterone, it's all covered in testosterone.
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Broken England socks
01:47
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I'm tired of waiting, my liver is aching now, I'll still try to figure out why we fuck up every time.
There is puke on my shoes, my nose is bleeding badly, I've got my broken England socks.
Fuck you, this aint worth my shoes.
I've torn my throat for about a billion times, I took my life and smoked it all, didn't want it anymore, woa, lalalalala, whatcha gonna do when true shit finds you? tana nanana nanana nanana nananan nanana nananan
Love of mine, this aint worth my time, this aint worth my shoes.
Good morning, blow my brains, romantic and bloody phase.
And whining never works, drugs are only for dessert, so whatcha gonna do when true hsit finds you?
jua!
We're left with only pain, drinking acid rain, feeding on regret, ugh, I wish we could forget.
Take our past and eat it all, we don't want it anymore, I've got my broken England socks.
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Tyrants and I
00:44
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Fuck all dinosaurs, shoot them in the head, no one ever knew these sloths weren’t dead.
Gonna break some glass, gotta fight this war, tell these cunts what this machine is for (it kills fascists).
I'm gonna fucking destroy, burn this shit and enjoy, I'm gonna kick some arse, and then I’ll go to sleep.
Fuck with metal or with twee, but never fuck with me, the tyrants must be burned to death
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Prozac
02:05
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En una noche fría el silencio es dueño de alma, mente y corazón y la marihuana no está cumpliendo su función, el mundo no gira a mi alrededor.
Solía ser el Rey y mi descanso era una banda una guitarra y ya.
Me acuerdo cuando el mundo valía una mierda de verdad, y todo era color marrón, y el barrio iluminado por el sol y en las noches más oscuras el silencio es mi única esperanza y gran temor y estas pastillas nunca cumplieron su función. Mis fantasías son mi descanso, no hay fuego bajo mi cucharas.
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5. |
Venus Flytraps
02:08
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Now after all this training, we are up and ready to go.
The sweaty nights and mornings and our exploited brains, dry tongues and empty words can't roar, now go.
You wanted roses, I gave you venus flytraps, searching for peace I found the perfect dope for me.
Inhaling powders no longer can bring back my grin but after some sleep walls don't aproach, they stay the fuck away.
Through sweat and smoke and crowded crowds, our burning throats shout never surrender, you wanted roses, I gave you venus flytraps, when down and hurt I found a perfect dope for me.
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6. |
My (lame) Wars.
01:53
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This mind is filled with filthy insanity,
drives me into the roof again.
It's ok, rot to the core or die,
I can feel the weakness in my bones...
I cut it, my legs, now I can't walk,
I'm ruinned and wrecked by my own words
The saint's 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,
I'm still not getting any.
I cut it, my legs, now I can't walk,
I'm ruinned and wrecked by my own words
The saint's won't cry on my lame wars,
Battles that will never be won,
Take me and pay my depts,
Shitty days, always dead
No fun's left, run away
ecstacy, wait for me.
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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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