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Into the Surreal Dream
02:38
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(Instrumental)
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"The show of humans"
06:18
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The Show of the humans
I feel the show begins
And I see the sadness
Dreams do not come true
Unless you make them yours
here comes the sun
showing reality
fear not, humans
The greatest danger is in your own mind… yeah
Is in your mind… yeah. mind… yeah
--Instrumental—
I want to know, how long do we have? I asked the sun
we have a chance to save before the end? and the answer was:
no, no, no, no, no
How long do we have
I asked the sun
before the end?
And the answer was
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Uncontrolled information
open the door, hands on head, turn off the computer and get in the car… please
this cannot be, everyone passing information without our control.
We are the F.B.I.
saying things about us and documents revealing state secrets. Please…
this has to stop immediately, have permission to open fire if is was necessary.
We are the FBI.
We belong to security forces of this great nation,
and you have to enforce and respect the laws and maintain public order.
We are the FBI.
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I m waiting for the madness
(D. Sánchez)
In the centre of a tragic spiral,
involved in the disappointment
waiting for being absorbed by a social network.
It’s written in the sky,
at least that's what you think,
Destiny is written by your god.
I´m a sick man, full of emptiness, the prognosis
Misunderstood, misunderstood, social
I am waiting for the madness, and I am very happy.
I am surrounded by blurred images
and caught up in toxic substances
thinking of "to be or not to be" a serial killer.
My alter ego is thinking of all the people who hurt me
people who remain outside the justice.
My world needs another terraforming,
My words… another terraforming.
I am waiting for the madness, and I´m very happy
Cathexis…
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Retrospective Introspective
This is the end
my little friend
you knew this would happen
I go away.
I will go without
Saying anything
So do not say goodbye
I hope you understand
I know I will remember you
Some places is talk about you
I´ll get over it soon.
I hope not to see you again
Was very nice while it lasted
But it is over.
And I can fly...
And do not feel so strange or even wrong.
And I can fly...
I will seek a better life somewhere else.
I will buy a house
and a new car
I feel very happy
and don´t think of anything else.
I know I will remember you
Some places is talk about you
I´ll get over it soon.
I hope not to see you again
Was very nice while it lasted
But it is over now.
And I can fly...
And do not feel so strange or even wrong.
And I can fly...
I will seek a better life somewhere else.
this is my life
I choose the best
I am too selfish
like everyone else
I expect nothing
I want to survive
what is the future.
And I can fly...
And do not feel so strange or even wrong.
And I can fly...
I will seek a better life somewhere else.
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6. |
Mr First World
06:26
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Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. First World.
every day they see how a country is destroyed by a few
who claim to be very intelligent and do everything for you.
Intro:
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. First World.
I have come to ease your life
tv tells the truth and lies
we´ll change their evil minds
we´ll protect you for a good price.
You´re going to have much food and drink,
you are gonna want to lose weight.
on weekends you will have some fun
in our shopping centers and parks.
and every day you'll realize how lucky you are.
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7. |
Gods and Monsters
04:43
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In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an Angel.
Living in the garden of evil,
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed.
Shining like a fiery beacon,
You got that medicine I need;
fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly.
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly.
Me and God we don't get along, so now I sing.
No one's gonna take my soul away, living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Monitor, squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing;
fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven
what I truly want is innocence, innocence
In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel
Looking to get fucked hard
Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer life imitates art
You got that medicine I need
Dope, shoot it up straight to the heart please
I don't really wanna know what's good for me
God's dead I said 'Baby that's alright with me
No one's gonna take my soul away, living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Monitor, squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing;
fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven
what I truly want is innocence, innocence
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Homo-Demen Seattle, Washington
Discografy:
"Surrealist Revolution" (2011)
"Abstract Disorder" (2013)
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