1. |
Captain Planet
05:54
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At the brink of my mind,
My acumen has it's limits,
if there is one thing I know,
it is never put a price on peace.
Losing sight of what really matters,
we cut the dragon's throat,
and let it's blood be wasted,
into a lake of misfortune.
Follow me,
no fuck that,
Pursue your self,
Vitality and Karma,
will pass it's judgement,
and if you are amiss,
stand up and try again.
For your fate,
is your own to write,
take hold of your conception.
Bleeding out,
our society has been maimed and killed,
Breathing in,
taste the air of pollution,
Hundreds point,
point down a vertical cliff,
thousands weep,
as we collapse together.
At the brink of my mind,
My acumen has it's limits,
if there is one thing I know,
it is never put a price on peace.
Losing sight of what really matters,
we cut the dragon's throat,
and let it's blood be wasted,
into a lake of misfortune.
We conquer all we see,
yet we are masters of nothing,
With a mind as feeble as ours,
we can only see life through.
I gotta see this through,
without a single doubt,
we must see this through.
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2. |
Lost in Black
03:59
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Molding, fiction, into, reality,
As I ascend my mind into oblivion,
molded into shape.
intuition, formless, becomes, eternity.
Craft, capacity is only fiction,
thoughts so transparent,
yet never fully understood.
Eternity passes by, quickly,
lost in the abyss I am mindless
surreal, blackness,
spill out my thoughts
With my pen in hand,
I start to shape worlds beyond,
far from the cosmos,
my mind will dwell.
Abstract, artworks,
my ink flows like blood,
Endless, blackness,
my senses take hold,
I am lost within my mind.
Breaking form reality, fade.
forever lost in Forever lost,
forever lost in Forever lost,
forever lost in In this world of clay,
I start to create,
my hands shape and mold,
worlds beyond.
I craft, I create,
all becomes blank,
My grasp of the real world fates,
as I tighten the grip,
my eyes feed me,
yet I hunger for more,
I start to create life.
My senses fade,
forever lost in,
My senses fade,
forever, lost in black.
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3. |
Fokk You Randver
05:13
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Push your ideas, unto me.
And If I disagree assert them louder,
Emotional bombardment,
shed all logic aside,
and let your feelings take hold
educational holocaust.
we claim to be the smartest creatures of all,
with no control of our nature or sentiment,
evolving in a circle until we hit the wall,
forming a society that is lost and prejudice.
Push your ideas, unto me.
And If I disagree assert them louder,
Emotional bombardment,
shed all logic aside,
and let your feelings take hold
educational holocaust.
But don't forget me when I die
But do respect me while I live.
Let me live so I may be shunned,
Let me die so I may be left for eternity, within harmony.
H∆IL S∆T∆N, I MVST OVBEV HIM
H∆IL S∆T∆N, I MVST OVBEY.
Fokk You Randver
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4. |
Americommando
02:29
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AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG
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5. |
Dragon
01:16
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6. |
Steini milljón
03:06
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Sveitta meyjan mín úr þér lífið skín
við munum dansa í nótt
því að nóttin er ung og hún er straumþung
ekki missa takið
Lífið mitt er fínt nema í það sé rýnt
dýpra heldur en ég get
því það er ekkert sem ég met
meira heldur en það sem er óbeislað
Sveitta meyjan mín ég vill komast inn
inn í heiminn þinn svo ekki vera fokking feimin
því að lífið er stutt og það er hvikult
og ég vil brenna upp í kvöld
Lífið mitt er fínt nema í það sé rýnt
dýpra heldur en ég get
því það er ekkert sem ég met
meira heldur en það sem er óbeislað
Hann er Steini Milljón.
Steini Fokking Milljón
Lífið mitt er fínt nema í það sé rýnt
dýpra heldur en ég get
því það er ekkert sem ég met
meira heldur en það sem er óbeislað
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7. |
The Great Red Spot
03:40
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This endless space,
where time seems to stand still,
in the grim blistering place I call home,
I stare at the stars
gazing into the endless void!
Is it the birth of interaction galaxies that infiltrate my mind.
Or is it just my sanity fading to ashes,
for how long have I been awake?
is it my mind that is failing?
or does it seem like an eternity!
How long shall I drift without thought!
They call me the great red spot,
my colour like a red phosphorus,
Inside me the winds endless,
like the endless knot,
I shall consume and I shall devour,
forever bound by this consuming greed,
for they call me the great red spot.
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In The Company Of Men Reykjavik, Iceland
In The Company Of Men is a four piece Mathcore act from Iceland which has made a name for itself through a DIY-work method, a unique sound and consistently explosive live shows.
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