Amerika The Brutal

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I'd rather died than to live in this fucked world
Mr. President I'm not here to do your dirty work
Alone, I think I'm fighting a losing battle
Worth dying not for oil
NO WAR Amerika the brutal
Listen it's a fucking joke and they make you believe it on the TV
That's how they deceive you-
I watch and I listen and I question their reasons
You know what, I don't fuckin believe em
NO WAR Amerika the brutal
When I want to know the future I look into the past
I think of my best friend and his stories of Vietnam
And now I got a cousin fighting in Iraq, and I want her coming back
I'm not afraid to speak my own mind
I don't use the first amendment to hide behind
I'm guaranteed that freedom, I'm born with that right
And for that I'm ready to fight
I'd rather die than to live in this fucked world
Fake president, I'm not here to do your dirty work
Alone I think I'm fighting this losing battle- worth dying?
NO WAR Amerika the brutal

[cso]

eh? :master:

[whitefox]

mi pare una canzone, no?

[deleted_184]

[deleted_184]

che grande uomo

[deleted_184]

xkè nn si vede sta cavolo d'immagine

[deleted_184]

cmq è una canzone dei six feet under brutti ignorantoni

[cso]

[supersaibal]Originariamente inviato da Eyes Of Horror
cmq è una canzone dei six feet under brutti ignorantoni

[/supersaibal]

quindi? :master:

[deleted_184]

[supersaibal]Originariamente inviato da cso
quindi? :master: [/supersaibal]

Noctes black metal
Purgatory Temptations

Midnight-from starlight caressed by silver shades of the mon
the nightfall-my darkness to sway
As I lay undivulged-embraced in the darkest of tombs
to spawn the purest of wombs

With claws of darkness angels shred the beauty in my holyness
and cast me down through the voids of endless time
from the throne of life
As memorial choires penetrates the silence where I breathe
Nocturnal hymns of blasphemy-pleadings for my goddess to rise

Oh quess of death serve me thy nectar
let me taste the blood of immortality
Ler me see the pleasures that awaits me
in teh stupor passion of dying

My lungs burst by wisdom
as I breathe the secrets of ancient dark
aroused by the queen of shadows
to hunt as one with stupendous nights
I am to rise above consumption
mesmerized by wisful thoughts
Amonth the darksome dreamers flowing
on waves of living lifeforms loss

Each fraction of a day-nocturnal patience
Purgatory Temptations

The angels slained and smothered brings me flesh to my bones
Incarnate from my cradle I'm to rise from below
Unhallowed by the specious, a new messiah in sickness form
to decieit the feeble mortals and the celestial sphere usurp

My lungs burst by wisdom
as I breathe the secrets of ancient dark
aroused by the queen of shadows
to hunt as one with stupendous nights

[deleted_184]

Brujeria

El Patron

Un soldado cayo muerto
Nuestro jefe fue asesinado
Quien nos va mandar, Pablo Escobar
Fue rey de coca - hizo plata de hojas
Fue un gran hombre - Padrino de los pobres
Fue un general - Mando indios guerreros
Era El Patrón, el mero chingón

A los indios pobres, les compraba casas
A los indios fuertes les daba armas
A los policías comprados les dio mordidas de feria
A los jueces pendejos les corto los pescuezos

El negocio de placer - lo supo bien
Los indios lo cogían y los pochos lo vendían
Los negros cocinaron y las gangas empujaron
Polvo pa los ricos y tierra pa los pobres

Pinches indios pobres lo llamaban el patrón
Llévame pal cielo patrón
El dinero es nada
Mi espíritu es todo
Patrón bendígame ven a salvarme patrón

El señor pablo escobar fue hombre con visión
La visión de ayudar su gente propia
Hombre de familia y el padrino de los pobres
Repartió placer al mundo entero
Y ahora, ahora gente nos vamos al panteón para enterrar el patrón
Millones de gente lo van a extrañar
¿Quién? ¿Quién Te digo? ¿Quien nos va a cuidar?
[Brujo:] Yo
[Mexicano:] Digame quien
[B:] Yo el brujo