Our demo will contain 6 songs. People have asked what are the issues our songs deal with, so we though it would be cool to share our lyrics. Remember: music is cool, but the message is as important as the music!
PEACE AND LOVE
-REARRANGED.
1. SEGREGATION
How stupid is to segregate?
How senseless is to see this world in tones of grey?
Their oppressive nature devours from within
I'm not like them and my temper's wearing thin
I'm not the one to throw the stone and hide the hand
Then run and bury one's head in sand
Fomenting tension and spreading racial hatred
Their modus operandi, their way to feel safe
Limitations are inside those tiny heads
Their brains are atrophied, completely dead
Don't they understand they're being played the fool?
Too blind to see they're just a simple tool
They wash their hands with the blood...
Do they know the meaning of the word "evolve"?
C'mon stupid men, it's not 1941 anymore!
2. AGAINST THE STREAM
A total chaos when I search inside, I've got nothing, nothing to hide
Surrounding is nothing, a nothing as dark as the night
Alone I stand in these woods of despair; My eyes are open: I'll pretend I'm aware
And still nothing I see... Insecurity?
I'll bite my tongue to feel I'm still alive
I'll take a deep breath and place all my fears aside.
PUT OFF DOUBTS AND FEARS
AND THROW CAUTION TO THE WINDS
I feel so lost, so desperate. Swimming in this sea of questions, I try, I wait
I try to bust the chains, emerge, break free where turmoil reigns
Where confusion is all around and answers are nowhere to be found
I'll be the fuckin' engine that ignites the motion.
PUT OFF DOUBTS AND FEARS
AND THROW CAUTION TO THE WINDS
IS THERE SAFETY IN NUMBERS?
ALWAYS AGAINST THE FUCKING STREAM.
I know there's safety in numbers
And once again I go against the fuckin' stream.
3. NOT OUR WAR
War is here again so say "Hello".
Do you hear the cries of thousands of souls?
Misery approaches to knock at people's doors
Another pointless war is rising walls
Broken life's
Shattered dreams….
In this race for power
Of fake kings
Please open your eyes and wake up!
Wake up! WAKE UP!
While hope falls into pieces, the pain remains.
Try to explain a mother she'll never see her son again
They taught us how to hate, how to spread this disease
They always wanted us to stand on our knees.
Broken life's
Shattered dreams….
In this race for power
Of fake kings
Please open your eyes and wake up!
Wake up! WAKE UP!
Dividing people. Rising Walls.
This is not our war.
Tyrants turned deaf to people's entreaties,
They're just too busy deciding destinies
Of who will live and who will not…
These frantic screams will not be heard.
THESE SCREAMS OF HELP REMAIN UNHEARD…
4. LETTER TO A FRIEND
This is my letter to a friend
The friend that is so open to share.
Sincere and fair.
You never turned your back when others did
You stood for me.
This is my letter to a friend
The friend that didn't change
This forgiving man,
Sincere and fair
You never turned your back when others did
When others stoop their heads, you stood for me
When everything seems like falling apart
You tell me we can make a new start
When hopes and dreams seem so far away
You calm me down: tomorrow's better than today
This is my letter to a friend
The friend that is like my solid shield
This caring man,
Sincere and fair
Thank you.
5. WE ARE NOT SUCH
Deafened with lies, blinded by hate
These days humanity seems so lead astray
Not blaming, but observing
The world collapse under our weight.
Callous? Obdurate? Cold hearted? No!
WE ARE NOT SUCH!
Afraid to show what we have inside
Ourselves. The kind that we actually are
Throw off the masks and open our hearts
The human caring factor must soon to be sparked
Callous? Obdurate? Cold hearted? No!
WE ARE NOT SUCH!
What makes us different
Is the capacity to think, care, forgive and forget
We will not be damped by indifference
I refuse to be the next damped by this apathy
And clouded consciousness.
Their clouded vision.
Clouded. Vision.
6. GREEDY MAN
I have a little story for you.
This man… Is he the real rebel?
That fearless revolutionary? No, he's not.
He's just another weak man that streams the flag.
Another helpless man to march in step
With the music of the anthem of interest lack
A slave of the daily routine
Is the reflection he sees in the mirror.
Will he ever feel like breaking this mold?
The mold that has his hands tied
That doesn't allow him to veer.
I don't know…
Money over clean conscience
And power over substance.
They say "sated men the hungry don't ken"
Well, that truth is not for him,
Not for this greedy man consumed by the envy,
He keeps doing his thing
A slave of the daily routine
Is the reflection he sees in the mirror
Will he ever feel like breaking this mold
The mold that has his hands tied
That doesn't allow him to veer
I hope his pockets feel full enough,
This empty man with a drained soul…
A drained soul…
He doesn't question why he feels so empty inside.
He has no heart, no matter… Maybe a mind?
The wrong values swallowed him a long time ago
Now in this cruel game he's only one more.