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Status: Single
City: bologna | lignano
Country: IT
Signup Date: 11/22/2006
Wednesday, May 13, 2009 

RAISE MY FLAG having the courage of your own opinions is what makes life more than something you live just because you are alive and breathing. modern society constantly deceives us telling us that buying and consuming are what truly make us happy and despite many people blindly accept these chains as something ineluctable, i will keep on fighting for a society based on justice and equality. i close my open hand in a first and i rise it. i stand against them. i claim my right to fight. getting stronger day by day. i won’t conform. you marked me for life. i’m the last in line. i raise my flag. i won’t surrender, this is what i believe in. if you can hold a gun you're not dead yet.

 

GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD LUCK if you know me, and you can recognize yourself as the target of these lyrics, chances are that this song is about you. never thought it could end like this. a waste of time a waste of life. all the trust i once put on you is fuckin’ gone. keep your distance. i have enough of all your idle talk. a knife in my back as many times before. someone said “i hate you with all my heart” but now to me you’re fuckin’ dead. good night, good luck, get fuckin' lost.

 

BEFORE THEY KNOW WE ARE ALL DEAD  [instrumental]

 

BLEEDING BLACK whenever a woman is raped, humanity dies. they blame me for not struggling hard enough. for dressing in a certain way, but i tried to fight i tried to fight. and i was hiding how i felt. and i was holding my own breath. and i was bleeding black. in this world of never ending sexuality i’m trying to hide how i feel but i’m weak. my body bleeds and i cannot breathe. when it comes to helping me i am alone. when the rape starts humanity fucking dies

 

HILLS STILL HAVE EYES animals are not food. do you fucking get it? [inspired by a george bernard shaw’s poem] we are the living graves of murdered beasts, slaughtered to satisfy our growing appetites. we’re killing and slashing and eating. our weapons still kill them the same way. we never stop to wonder if animals like humankind can possibly have rights, but we gorge ourselves upon the dead. well, fuck you! sick of war – we don’t want to fight but like carrion crows we live and feed on meat. their nightmare begins, it’s not over yet, just a hecatomb of slain. it’s not over yet, hills have eyes!

 

FAREWELL TO FUCKS fascism and nationalism don’t belong to the hardcore community at all and all the people in our “beloved” scene that show indifference towards the rising of these idea(l)s not only in the outside world but also in our community, in the end, even if they don’t do it on purpose, are the guilty party. you feel fine – saying nothing. you avoid any problems saying “i don’t give a shit!” we are not afraid to spit what we feel. you are going to fail – farewell to fucks. people come and go. this time is your turn to live. we’ll fight to push you away. you gotta sink and drown. those who do wrong deserve to be blamed. those who do wrong deserve to be ashamed. spitting venom from behind your pc screen. building a lie – your star will stop to shine. i won’t let you steal what we have built. there’s no place for rightwing fucks in our community. a sheep is a sheep is a sheep is a sheep is a sheep..