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Last Days of Rome
02:06
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Why
these towers white and wet and cracked walls are still standing
in the middle of the mold and might be crying
cause there's black tears running down the streets of the city
we clearly hear the agony of those dying monsters which are
spitting their guts they are their own infection
yeah the machines are about to fall and we are smiling
Smells of dust of ashes and of rust
we're looking forward
to the last days of Rome
Smells of dust of ashes and of rust
we're looking forward
to the Last Days
Can't wait to jump over the sleep of the giants
cracked jars on the tables
barbarians at the doors
temples on fire
and the masks of the power drowning away
in a petrol like stream yeah
we clearly hear the agony of the last pretenders
lying on top of golden desks with knives in their backs
the castle is about to collapse and we are smiling
Smells of dust of ashes and of rust
we're looking forward
to the last days of Rome
Smells of dust of ashes and of rust
we're looking forward
to the Last Days
And faces around seem to portend the fearful foreseen threat
and straight out of a long loud sigh
a ladder grows high
up where ashes are flying
over a dim brand new light
Smells of dust of ashes and of rust
we're looking forward
to the Last Days
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Spit out from the pit of a rough night
blinded by a spotless sea sky raw light
Here are coming around the shades of the Freak Parade
Down the street of civilians
crowded with booing moral holder ghosts
Here are coming around the shades of the Freak Parade
Born to wear
Born to wear
one of the two commonly assigned restrictive lies
Now sporting non conformity
angry mystery splashing out of this queer clique
Targeted by some scared scrutinizing looks
heavy as bible books
Social police freaks out
cause there ain't enough boxes to fit those freaks in
fit those freaks in
Their cheeks iridescent mirrors
burning rays to judging glares
makeup twisted rivers
where pointed fingers get drowned
Nightless dawn pinkish colour
is lightening their eyes
Which are screaming loudly
in an utter silent voice
see us we exist no compromise
deny it and expect a violent aftermath
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3. |
It Gets Bitter
03:44
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300 000 km deep
03:14
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It could be that it's done and all is already dead
it could be that it's gone and all is already dead
The show the jest the machines around
already motionless and kissing the ground
The city skyline and old poster
showing has-been reality
It could be that it's done and that all is already dead
It just takes time to figure it out
it just takes time to figure it out
that we're just living in
a reality that already gave its last breath
And that our vision of it
some dead light from things which vanished ages ago
but which takes time to travel to our poor human eyes
And those industrial ruins
covered up in green and rusty stories
are actually more real
than the last tower to pop out of Elephant and Castle
And those ruins are a glimpse of the future not visions from the past
yeah those ruins are a glimpse of the future not visions from the past
And in those graves you can find the living
in those graves you can find the living
in those graves you can find the living
in those graves you can find the living
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Once on the streets deep night and rolling wheels
black dog white teeth through the midnight beats
shivering trailer raw light eye liner
aware not scared heading right to the tall monster
facing the temple fence
quick and careful glance
some outside to watch while we jump to snatch
the overproduction waste
what we call foodand they call scraps
Cuz this is the way for such bastards
this is the way for such bastards who are in love
with their sullen alienation
this is the way for such bastards
Digging through surprise boxes
as curious as London foxes
but black dog barking whistle screaming
blue lights no doubt those cowboys turned out to check us out
wearing the law as a stupid gray suit
which definitely will never suit anybody
Cuz this is the way for such bastards
this is the way for such bastards who are in love
with their sullen alienation
this is the way for such bastards
Because we're squatting society gaps
and fucking off the nasty traps
some cops of the borough feeling like great superheroes
are happy to run to try to arrest us
chasing us criminals who that night broke the law
with anger and with no guns
Cuz this is the way for such bastards
this is the way for such bastards who are in love
with their sullen alienation
this is the way for such bastards
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Have You Seen Jenny Marseille, France
Queer squatpunk.
We played at your house eviction party.
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