1. |
Carapace
03:25
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As soon as we are born, we learn to survive,
it's still the morn', but we have to dive
to be yourself, to find ourselves
And we were told, that it will be rough
there will be cold, and we got to be tough
Just to grow up, we got to shut
Just to grow up, we need to puff
Just to grow up, we got to shut
the little voice, within our heart
We're told to be quiet, we're told to be
agressive, submissive
addicted, exhausted
fearfull
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From No one to nobody
04:54
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An absence, a presence, death is a presence of an absence
a presence, an absence, death is an absence of a presence
A legacy of flesh and bones, a memory from the eyes of the cyclone
Sublime it's time to wake up from dogma time
Decline, it's time to kindle our cosmic spark
From no one to nobody...
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3. |
Geronimo
04:54
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Je manque de veine, que le sang accours
que la sève crève, l' abcès de ma haine,
que le son soit sourd, qu'il sorte sans trêve,
qu'il frappe où ça fait mal,bref et claquant,
dans le vide, il résonne, les appels des tambours
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4. |
Immanent
04:05
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One here, one now
Hold me on this trip
One world, one love, no gods above
Only vibrant alive vitality. cross flow through you
what moves you from the inside
Tons of atoms, methodically random
Meanders and rhizomes, convoluted freedom
Distant and hidden paradises, for those who dies to themselves
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5. |
Memento Vivere
03:22
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6. |
The Roaming Fakir
05:12
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7. |
Blinder
06:28
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Do you give yourself the choice
Do they give you the choice
Do you give yourself the right
Do they give you the right
Do you serve the one you hate
Do you feed him and think it's fate
Don't you like what's jailing you
Don't you host waht's weaking you
Is it hard to imagine, the kiss of freedom on your skin
Is it easy to work out, no one to follow, no need to guide
I can't believe, this has never stopped,
The strenght of rulers arises from ourselves,
In golden cage, we are born and raise, it's time to burn our blinder
We can do it,
We can cut the cord that enslave and feed us
We can do it,
We can snatch the drip and shut the motherfucking screen
We can do it
We can be be solar, and plunge into a trial life
We can do it
We can destroy our blinder
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