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Never Kneel
03:08
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Believe what you want, but don't make me follow you. Do what you want, but don't convince me of your “truth”. I will never kneel. My faith is not to believe. I want to live here and now. I do not believe in Him, in salvation, in His kingdom, life after life. Your life after life. I will never kneel. I will never follow your God. Not me, not us, you should pray. Pray for the sins of your history, Pray for the sins of your institutions, what they've been doing in his name. What you've been doing in his name for more than 2000 years of evil. You should pray. You have to pay. You should pay. You have to pray, you fuckers. I don't need your God whatever you call him. I don't need your God to find love. I don't need your God whatever his name is. I don't need your God to be forgiven. I don't need your God.
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No Nations
01:45
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No nations, no wars. It's an obsolescence, It's a relic, for us doesn't make sense to be part of it. Of what? To be proud of it. For what? To me, your nation, all nations, are dead. Fuck your war, your crime against all, which I refuse, vehemently reject. Do you still believe? In your nation, your affiliation, your language, your skin color. That's all only your limitation. Your war is a crime, your war is a bloody, meaningless crime. No, I have nothing to be proud of. And so I burned your flag. I have nothing to be proud of. Your bloody war I reject. There's nothing to be proud of. I burned their flag, Fuck their war.
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Battlefield
02:36
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We are a battlefield. In Each of us within. With brains and hearts, nerves and all. We are a battlefield. In Each of us within. Fighting with ourselves, fighting for something more. We are a battlefield. In Each of us within. Sirens are sounding the alarm, bells are ringing so loud. Who else if not you, where else if not now. The day's come, time is now. In one place, in us, everything is fighting. In one place, in us, two worlds are clashing. The past and the future. The darkness and the light. Peace and war. Day and night. This is the moment, this is the day. It's up to you my brother, my friend. Day by day, night by night. Every fucking day, but this is the final fight. In the hustle and bustle of dirty cities, in sleepless nights. You can hear the lament of losers and you can hear the laughter of winners. We fight. Fight, fight, fight. Every man with him selves. Every woman with her selves. On this battlefield. In each of us. The son of petty bourgeois with the son of the revolution. The son of slave with the son of freedom. It's better to burn than just smolder for years. It's better to die standing up than crawling on your knees. You died!
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For Them
03:59
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They who's gone, their stories. Their joy and their sadness. Their pain and their anger. Their forgetting and their memories. Their laughter and their tears. Their presence and their absence. Their hearts, their hopes, their dignities. They who's gone, their stories. Their joy and their sadness. Their pain and their anger. Their forgetting and their memories. Their laughter and their tears. Their presence and their absence. Their hearts, hopes, dignities. Their cries. Because we don't forget. Because we don't forgive. For them, with them we fight. Scream of all flowers in that silence, from the distance of the past days. Scream of all sisters in our common fight. For them with them. Scream of all flowers in that silence, from the distance of the past days. Scream of all sisters in our common fight. Women who struggle, with them, for them. That’s for them.
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First Stone
03:30
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I was just a ten year old boy, when it all started. Slogans against the occupation appeared on the walls, Winter had just begun. It was December 9th, 1987, when the first stone flew through the air. No one heard them in to the first stone. Everyone was silent in to the first stone. We all overlooked them in to the first stone. Everyone's closed their eyes. The resistance rose from the dust and helplessness. Count with me. This happened 35 years ago. Count on them. The occupation is still going on. Their lives, their freedom, their dignity. Their homes, their own land, they've lost everything. How many mothers have already lost their sons. How many boys as old as I have survived? How many of their brothers, how many of their fathers were imprisoned, jailed by those bloody criminals? How many desperate lives cost? What's the fucking cost of their occupation?
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Tide Wings
02:19
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I want it. You want it all. We all have to have it. I need it. You need it all. We all need to own it. Do we really need it? Do we really have to have it? Do we have to have land, houses, a new Mercedes? Nothing we own makes us better. Nothing we own makes us a bigger part of the whole. Can't we share it? Have to have it? Do we really have to own? I want it. You want it all. We all have to have it. I need it. You need it all. We all need to own it. Exhausted and empty. Catching up by consumption by all false needs that they constantly evoke in us. We sacrifice our time with family, we give up live our own lives. For us nothing. For them everything. For their profit. For our dependency. We place our bodies on the altar of capitalism. To be satisfied by good feeling to own. But we do not fly. We can not fly. We fall.
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Back In The Day
01:31
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To you it was just music, but to us it was so much more. Back in, back in the day which I will, we will never forget. We were all full of ideals, felt young till we'll die. Honest, angry, sweaty and happy. We gonna fight. We believed the same things, we stood side by side, we broke down the walls, that was the rebirth of hardcore pride. It's been so long, time flies, but what we fought for, still persists. I didn't give up. I know that you have it the same like me. It still means a lot to us, it means everything to me. Being among my own. I still feel it, the resistance, the revolt and fucking spirit! Not just simply music, not just empty words! Silence is still violence. Let’s scream for change.
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Nailed
03:11
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Dust covers the pictures of beloved moments. You won't even remember while walking you around. For a long time, for years, none was added. For a long time, years, we're worthless, to each other. You lost yourself, you don't find a connection. Out of love, caught in his own trap of loneliness. Behind closed doors, the words remain unheard in empty rooms. Hidden between walls, day after day, you suffocate in tension. Living side by side like a dogs without a tail. Out of misunderstanding, They scream through sharp teeth of anger. Both nailed in a corner. Trapped in a dark place. Within themselves, tied up and disoriented from pretense in a world of exhaustion. You cowardly play a game with the old rules of the ancient pattern of thought! The false statement you heard as a child, self torture has taken hold in you. You step on the spot for years and you don't find the direction. Inner voice that keeps you in trouble. In a detached embrace side by side, inside the bleeding stranger. You're afraid to break out of the cycle. You play the old game in an exemplary manner, as expected. Without awareness, you pass on your own wounds.
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