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Primitive Art - Act 1
02:17
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You are
Just a fucking kid against the others
In this great clockwork
You are
Alone and still nothing
You are
Just a fucking pawn
Jump out of mum’s pussy to live in a factory
That’s what destiny gave us for a living
From the cunt to the soil
It's the routine of a continuous toil
We are all slaved by normality
All average to serve society
You see cuffs on your wrists
But you’re too lazy to be pissed
Oh come on and
Release the hatred
Puke it out, puke it out
Breathe the wrath
How can you change tomorrow
You hate today
Too weak for rage
You're scared of
Unknown
Take a fucking look in the mirror
Such a waste of time
Such a lack of ambition
Fuzzy face
The seed is planted
Your brain is launched
Question haunts it
Can you feel it growing now
It’s gonna blow
Can you feel it growing now
It’s gonna blow
I wash my body from limits and rules
I wash my body until my skin is pure
So fucking sore
This is the beginning
I am a reborn
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You think I’m gonna stay here being nobody
Let me rise above the people
You think I’m gonna stay down on my fucking knees
Let me climb the pedestal
Sons of narcissus, I’m a living ego
I wanna rock so change me to stone
Bring me the gorgon snake headed bitch
And make her eyes fucking glow
I wanna see your iris shine on my neurosis
I want to see you iris shine, shine
You think a statue can make you stronger,
You think a statue can make it happen
People will fight for what they want
People will fight for what they want
Stop trying to mark your time
And fight for what you believe in
Staring at your reflect won’t make you grow
You’re just a weak twig mighty wind blows
You’re the kid buring his wings
You’re just an ephemeral king
I hope you drawn in champagne
And choke with your diamond rings
I hope you fuck a slutty fame
And I hope she has Aids
Die, you snobbish shit
Die, you selfish prick
I don’t give a shit about fame
Anonymous but free to disturb
I don’t give a shit about fame
Anonymous but free to disturb
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Surrealism - Act II
01:40
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Any authentically original idea
Presenting itself without “known antecedents”
Is systematically rejected
Toned down, mauled, chewed
Re-chewed, spewed forth
Destroyed, yes, and even worse…
Reduced to the most monstrous of mediocrities.
The excuse offered is always the vulgarity
Of the vast majority of the public.
I insist that this is absolutely false.
The public is infinitely superior to the rubbish
What is fed to it daily.
The masses have always known
Where to find true poetry.
The misunderstanding has come about entirely
Through those “middle-men of culture”
Who, with their lofty airs and superior quacking
Come between the creator and the public.
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So much buildings growing around me
Can’t stop this shit, building around me
Electric eyes and listening walls
Your life is under urban control
This world is doomed
Mama, sweet Gaya
Why didn’t you keep fire far from me
You cut the umbilical wire
And I’m drowning in your anatomy
Mother, nature
Is on the stake like the Orleans maid
Mother, nature
Is burning for our sins
Let me tell you a story
It’s a kid and a giant freak
A raincoat a torch
Innocence crashes
And it goes in and out like one, two, three
Look at my hands they’re covered with ashes
The blood of the world
Mother fucking boxes
You fucking bastard
You scumbag
You can’t stop the process
You can’t stop the progress
This world is going down
And we’re fucked like whores
Soiled to the ground
This world is going to an end
The boat is sinking we’re dead,
Life is over mother fucker
We are dead
Don’t worry
Take a step after the other
And stay close to me
Future is history
Don’t worry
Take a step after the other
And stay close to me
Future is history
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In a world far from all material forms, war rages
Reason and creativity fight through the ages
If reason bridles the being with rules and responsibility
Creativity leads it to what one would call insanity
Chaos settles in this doomed landscape
And there seems to be no escape
Authority,
We are free
I will sink you bitch
You motherfucker
Shit
Let us flourish
Suck on this
I will kill you soon
Bow down to your god,
I am the unconscious, your little fight's starting to pissing me off !
Reason, creativity, none of you two could rule this world alone.
You sure talk good, but I know you'd like to fuck your mother,
Let me remember you who did invent all the rules you follow.
And you, do your really think you could live by your own ?
Unicorns are great, pedophilia isn't
You'll only destroy all the things you create
Stop this rebellion shut up and obey
Calm down you fuck
Face the real life I’m the master of this place,
Of this breeding
Life is too short to waste it normality,
I’m the artist I’m the muse I’m the fucking masterpiece
You think I’m useless but I live the way you dream,
Open your eyes old bastard, taste this endorphin
By using a powerful hormone creativity has blown the world
The two enemies are now dead, nothing has survived
A new character makes his entrance; he is as evil as he is crazy
The Satan’s plumber, the Belzebuth’s carpenter, the doomed pimp
I present to you audience…brain dead
B.R.A.I.N followed by a swift and swaggy little dead
Posing for your trip to eternity, with agility, you know me?
I’m your pimp, I’m your best, I’m your king, I’m your guest,
I’m your thing and I confess I’d like to jizz on your breasts.
Oh that’s rude? Just suck it princess!
I own you from X to Y, from east to west,
From cunt to eye, your just mine now you rest.
In and out between your lips goes brain dead molding dick
It goes woopty woopty woopty woo woo oh..
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Words Are Wind
05:55
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Look around and understand
You're either a brainless citizen or a thinking slave
This thought will haunt me to the grave
How am I to obey behave
In a system I hate
This ain't art, this ain't a hobby
It's nausea, mysanthropy
It's just neurotic me facing therapy
Give it back just as much as I got
Never came for the struggle now I
Chill at the top like I don't give a fuck
I was born into a dream and couldn't stop til I'd won
Countless hours praying that I'd be number one
But it's the sound and vibrations that keep me alive
So give me the mic and let me scream for my life like
AAAARRGH!
Through the void
When my days are cold
When the sky turns to storm
When I can't find the voices of reason
When I fall in this world
I listen to my voice
Oh for every word I never said
For every neadles scraching my face
For everytime I never breath
For everytime I never breath
An emotions flow
Flooding your brain so let me know
Are there any rogue waves that drown your thoughts
Listen up beryl vibration
Will master the stream of your inner sea
You'll become shapeless
Empty minds
Are not so obscure
Witness our conquest
Words are wind, we're the fucking tempest
We will huff and puff harvest your world in a blow
This is our song, our soul
Witness our conquest, fear the upheaval
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