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The shores fade in the distance,
On that unknown road again.
"It will bring you somewhere", they told,
"Sooner or later, conditions vague", they grinned.
Reflection of your vulnerable self,
Depths of the innermost darkroom,
Where a gaze becomes a memory,
The first negative, at first it’s always negative.
The shores fade in the distance,
"It will bring you somewhere", they told.
On that unknown road again,
"Sooner or later, conditions vague", they grinned.
Attaching memories, lending colour,
Accompanied by your emotions,
Experiences shared,
Solitary does not implicate uniqueness.
Carelessness can lead to solitude,
At times beautiful, but no lasting value.
Care about your comrades-in-arms,
Forever abreast against human lunacy.
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No Hope
03:52
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No hope, just gold,
But nothing gold can stay.
No sun, just cold.
Thou feed, possess, repeat, die.
Hopelessness in the light of knowledge,
Possession as the quintessence.
No lasting value because nothing gold can stay.
Thou feed, possess, repeat, die, your own betray.
No hope, just gold,
But nothing gold can stay.
No sun, just cold.
Thou feed, possess, repeat, go.
No value from gold, only your acts and words,
When the engine finally goes pop.
Underground, every person the same with no breath,
The only lasting possession is the final nail in your fucking coffin.
No hope, no sun.
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Bricks Will Be Shat
01:20
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Try holding your breath,
While counting all your money.
Face the facts,
Fucking shitheads.
Suffocation is the ultimate goal,
Suffocation is the final aim.
Choke yourselves,
Retch yourselves,
Piss yourselves,
Shit yourselves.
Push your bills and stocks,
Down to your guts.
Constipation of wealth,
Bricks will be shat.
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Violence, Violence!
03:14
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Violence, violence, violence.
Violence, give me more violence!
Dissonance (of) intelligence (and) common sense.
Persistence, give me more violence.
Show me more, show me more!
Give me more, give me more!
We never draw a lesson from all the horrible mistakes we made in the past, no matter the time, no matter the culture, no matter the politics, no matter the heart. We still reinforce fear instead of establishing a save basis of discussion to prevent physical escalation, arms cannot be a conflict resolution, words will always beat arms.
No reflecting upon what we fucked up to avoid a constant repetition of outrages.
With eyes blindfolded
We dance along
Full force ahead
On a spiral to the ground.
Show me more, show me more!
Show me more, show me more!
Give me more, give me more!
Give me more, give me more!
Show me more violence, you disgust me, looking at you with abhorrence.
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Auf der Straße um den See mit reichlich Abstand.
Die Zeit spiegelt die Strecke nicht wider,
Zeit verfliegt, schon wieder.
Im weiten Kessel auf dem Dach der Welt,
Gefangen inmitten schier unmöglich zu erklimmender Bergketten.
Blau wird zu schwarz, furchteinflößend und anziehend zugleich.
Respektabstand vor der Mächtigkeit.
Weit, weit, weit, weit, weit raus.
Weit, weit, weit weg.
Weit, weit, weit, weit, weit rauf,
Weit, weit, weit raus.
Den Kopf in Richtung der Berggipfel,
Das Herz weit offen.
Ein Auge auf die ewig lange Straße,
Ein Auge auf den See.
Offen, weit offen für die Begleiter,
Was wäre Furcht und Glück ohne Teilhaber?
Vertrautes als auch Fremdes,
Was wäre die eigene Existenz ohne Gedankenaustausch?
Die Zeit spiegelt die Strecke nicht wider,
Zeit verfliegt, schon wieder.
Die Abhängigkeit deiner selbst,
Von Vertrautem und Fremdem,
Unwirtlich, angsteinflößend, doch so vertraut.
Karakul als Spiegelbild deiner selbst.
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Not moving an inch fighting patriarchy,
Showing claws and fang to humanity.
Life does not always work out the way you mean it to.
Hunting like poachers in a concrete jungle, an architecture of oppression.
A single tear runs down your eye,
Down the river, into the rough sea, thought never to come back.
Evaporates and forms black clouds in the sky,
Every rainfall a downpour of memories on your head.
Never mourn them we condemn.
Still having faith in mankind's inherent goodness,
Cling to ones you love and trust.
Life does not always work out the way you mean it to.
Hunting like poachers in a concrete jungle, an architecture of oppression.
A single tear runs down your eye,
Down the river, into the rough sea, thought never to come back.
Evaporates and forms black clouds in the sky,
Every rainfall a downpour of memories on your head.
Only mourn those we comprehend.
Fuck humans and love animals, as well as nature!
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Hohe Geschwindigkeit, die Bäume fliegen vorbei,
Freie Bahn bis zum Massiv.
Wie ein Wall erhebt es sich aus dem Nichts,
Ein schwarzes Loch inmitten der grauen Wand.
Der Druck steigt, Gegendruck mehr und mehr,
In Sekunden wird es stockfinster.
Ohrenbetäubender Lärm, erhöhte Taktfrequenz,
Denn der Knall ist nur außen hörbar, innen nur Stille.
Wie ein Wall erhebt es sich aus dem Nichts,
Ein schwarzes Loch inmitten der grauen Wand.
Ich öffne die Augen und wähne mich wie im Class '64 bei Old Dalby '84,
Jedoch den Aufprall wider Erwarten überstanden.
Von Moskau nach Wladiwostok, von Moskau nach Wladiwostok,
Steig' doch am Pazifik aus.
Denn so schnell die Finsternis da war,
So schnell glänzt die Sonne wieder.
Und so schnell die Finsternis da war,
So schnell glänzt die Sonne wieder.
Steig' doch nur aus.
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Setting on fire the inner fire, setting wisdom ablaze.
Jaws wide open, showing teeth, childish yell,
Milk teeth in skeletally mature bones, fucking bloody milk teeth.
Spitting, screaming, echoing slogans,
In the mouths of the plebeians.
Burning human memory equals burning books.
Torching old souls, a geronticide,
While acting worse than infantile.
Hiding behind innocence with a mask on your ignorant face,
As Atwood once perfectly wrote how ignorant all we are.
Torching old souls, a geronticide,
While acting worse than infantile.
Not showing any sense of acknowledgement, a lack of empathy.
Distributing thorns, inside torn.
I’m inside torn.
Burning human memory equals burning books.
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F.T.C.T.A.Y.M.I.I.
00:44
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Despite the past’s revelation,
The future remains unchanged.
Going down in style,
Never drawing a lesson.
Fuck shit up, slashing bodies,
Mass graves, resistant.
Still correlate with the commanders,
High-five your proclaimed death.
Fucking the cannibal who ate your mother is incest.
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We are not equal.
Dancing, like a snake biting its tail,
but not finding the end though.
Searching, missing, not understanding,
Still keeping the track, no!
The gleam of light is shining.
Dancing, not like a snake biting its tail,
but finding the end though.
Grasping, reflecting, understanding,
Taking the other track, go!
The gleam of light is shining.
Counting every day, every hour,
Not understanding human actions,
Every day, every hour,
Watching you disgusts me.
The gleam of light should not shine through you.
How did we end up like this? Alone.
Caught in countless nights, alone.
Thinking about why the fuck I always shout against a wall,
In the end I won't die alone.
How can I change this? Alone.
Fighting countless nights, alone.
I will shout and tear down your fucking wall,
In the end your minds will die alone.
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Welcome to your own hell, fascist scum,
Argumentation is not your strength,
Unacquainted with scientific facts,
Untenable accusations, uttering irrational nonsense.
Welcome to your own hell, fascist scum,
I can't see anything reasonable,
Coming from under your mental blindfold.
Your own dreadful world, a misconception,
Wrong in every single point, abhorrent.
Scum!
No fucking discussions anymore,
You don't owe me any explanations.
There is just black or white,
Being a fascist or being an antifascist.
I don't owe you anything,
Rot in hell, you fascist scum.
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In the desert, dust and silence, snow and void,
Time for you to reflect, though you wanted to avoid,
Hourglass runs, back and forth swings the pendulum,
Бул - жашоо, бул – өлүм.
Foam comes with the waves, unstable, burst and gone,
Birth, flourish, death, saddened your story disappears in the dawn,
The smell of salt in your nose, vanish, the loss does hurt,
Takav je život, takva je smrt.
Tabula rasa, do not let them colour your page,
Listen, think and react, insightful, gentle and sage,
Before we'll come full circle, the whole colour spectrum and paintbrush is yours,
Ita est vita, ita est mors.
Cheers to them alive, cheers to them dead,
A faded mirror, the clear mind the greatest dread,
Distracting the grief, liver and lung, disgustingly diverts,
Такова жизнь, такова смерть.
C'est la vie, c'est la mort,
Such is life, such is death,
So is des Leben, so is da Tod,
C'est la vie, c'est la mort.
Geben und nehmen, spüren und sehen, versucht und probiert,
Gedreht und gewendet, dem Bild entsprechend, nichts passiert,
Gedanken endlos kreisend, Puls steigt, dennoch schlaflos, machst dir etwas vor,
C'est la vie, c'est la mort.
Nochdenken, ständig nochdenken, wiesou und warum.
Stemmst dei Kreiz dagegen, ah wenn‘s die fost daschlogt, des riesen Trumm.
Kumm damit kloa, ois kriagst ned, frisst holt wieda amol die Krot,
So is des Leben, so is da Tod.
We seriously messed up our world - the earth,
Acting instead of praying - one life, no rebirth,
Repetition after repetition, my inner mantra,
He penei te ora, he mate tena.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum,
Raising the torch, ready to illume,
Yelling against all odds, take your final breath,
Such is life, such is death.
C'est la vie, c'est la mort,
Such is life, such is death,
So is des Leben, so is da Tod,
C'est la vie, c'est la mort.
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Harrowist Graz, Austria
Blackened Hardcore Punk from Graz, Austria
Pamir out 09.02.2024
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