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Secuencia 0.1
04:10
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Los días vienen mucho más sencillos
Ahora que ha aceptado ser artificioso (¡un cretino!)
Al principio quiso ser impresionista
Después tuvo una terrible fiebre
Al principio quería ser (¡bombero!)
Después quiso ser (¡astronauta!)
Los rockeros nunca fuimos grandes
Medimos todos 1.75 y no le llegamos ni a los tobillos a nuestras madres
Y como todos les ponemos parches a las chaquetas de cuero
Los ojos de todo el mundo se van a estallar
Copio, adapto, modifico
Copio, otra vez
Adapto, otra vez
Modifico, otra vez
Al principio quiso ser impresionista
Después tuvo una terrible fiebre
Al principio quería ser (¡bombero!)
Después quiso ser (¡astronauta!)
¡PUNK, PUNK!
Para mañana necesito un cable
No tengo picks, ni pedales pa' mi toque (¡no tienes nada!)
No tengo estuche y la pinta no me sale
¡Que debería hacer mama!
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2. |
La ciudad
04:35
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La ciudad, ¡el caos!
La ciudad, ¡el caos!
Los Barrios, ¡los postes!
La ciudad, y yo viendo
(¡Fractal!)
Abismo, conflicto,
Altar de humanidad
Bienestares nulos,
Y las minas nos las quieren explotar
No puedo sostenerme solo con mi pulgar
Ni depender de aquellos que en mi lugar
Carcomen las mil y una mentes,
De los primogénitos irreales que quisieran dejar de existir
La ciudad, ¡el caos!
La ciudad, ¡el caos!
Aunque se manifieste inalcanzable (¡los postes!)
La paz está con quienes no le huyen (¡La ciudad!)
Y está lloviendo
Abismo, conflicto,
Altar de humanidad
Bienestares nulos,
Y las minas nos las quieren explotar
Mensajes encriptados de persecuciones vívidas (¡que todos ignorábamos)
Los callejones se cierran (el exilio me aterra) ¡y los techos caen sobre mi!
(¡Y sigue lloviendo!)
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3. |
Screams!
02:39
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Esta-do, ka-ta-tónico, estado de conciencia
Aún, es de-men-cial, inmune a la violencia
Yo resisto un voto en blanco, sobrevivo (¡nihilista!)
No hay salida, cuerpo o mente, (¡vigilado!)
¡Muerto en vida hijueputa!
(¡Ollaan Roskakorit!)
(¡Ollaan Roskakorit!)
(¡Ollaan Roskakorit!)
(¡Ollaan Roskakorit!)
Sa-cro no, silencio sepulcral
Vi-vo no, (¡amnecia!)
Cor-te-jo, entre muertos y vivientes,
Ateos y algunos fieles
¡Resisto, luego existo!
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4. |
Microorganismos del mal
01:42
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Microorganismos (¡del mal!)
Microorganismos (¡del mal!)
Microorganismos (¡del mal!)
Microorganismos (¡del mal!)
Microorganismos del mal
Microorganismos del mal
Microorganismos del mal
Microorganismos del mal
(¡Microorganismos del mal!)
(¡Microorganismos del mal!)
(¡Microorganismos del mal!)
(¡Microorganismos del mal!)
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5. |
N.M.
03:34
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Villano disfrazado de un valiente bien tapado,
Uniformado y verde, con desgracias en su mano
Mente de extorción (¡por qué! )y poca educación (¡por qué!)
Un pesito en su mano y ya te vas pal callejón
Trabajo a conveniencia, su destreza es la demencia
No caigas en la trampa de entregarles tu licencia
Si piensas escapar, te van a acorralar,
“por favor señor agente no me obligue a pagar” (¡ni mierda!)
Callejón, ni mierda soy, y en las calles, corrupción
(Me piden libreta militar, soy ilegal), concesión
Me meten me maltratan me cargan con la sustancia
De esas que tus padres no permiten en la casa
Cultura intolerante, ciudadano itinerante,
Compara Bogotá con (¡Maracaibo y Buenos Aires!)
Después de la desgracia que viviste en la faena,
Llegas a tu casa con el rabo entre las piernas
Escúchame mama me voy a atestiguar,
Otra vez los militares (¡me quieren reclutar!)
(¡Me quieren reclutar!)
(¡Me quieren reclutar!)
(¡Me quieren reclutar!)
(¡Me quieren reclutar!)
¡Ni mierda!
Afeitarme, cortarme el pelo, uniformarme
Marchar por dos semanas, en una banda de guerra
Exigí disciplina, y me exigieron,
Me di cuenta que llegué a ser, parte de la gran máquina
Un engranaje, un engranaje más,
Y dejé, así como muchos dejaron y han estado dejando
Que me contaminaran con ideas bales y una sola bandera
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6. |
Polemic Staff
04:36
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Polemic staff remains (my lifestyle!)
My thinking, my words, my bass (¡bass!)
My drums and guitar,
It takes what belongs, it takes what be…
(Shouting!) Against my beliefs:
“¡Residuo social!”
The M-19 burns in my arm,
Burns in my arm (burns in my arm!)
Polemic staff, it’s just a matter from your soul
Crossover staff, dancing and moshing with your boss
(Devices! devices! devices!)
Boss!
(Devices! devices! devices!)
Boss!
(Devices! devices!)
Polemic staff remains (my lifestyle!)
My thinking, my words, my bass (¡bass!)
My drums and guitar,
It takes what belongs, it takes what be…
(Shouting!) Against my beliefs:
“¡Residuo social!”
The M-19 burns in my arms,
Burns in my arms (burns in my arms!)
Polemic staff, it’s just a matter from your soul
Crossover staff, dancing and moshing with your boss
(Devices! devices!)
With your boss!
(Devices! devices! devices!)
With your boss!
(Devices! devices!)
With your mother fucking boss!
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7. |
People
04:52
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Fuck it, ain’t doing’ what you say,
You listen to your shit; I’m watching my thrash play
(Crazy!) So hardly a maniac,
I’m tracing my line (you better don’t like it!)
Rise up from death, “Unheilbar” again
Distortion’s on
(The mutant crowd!)
Will you survive?
(Moshing till death!)
Throwing kicks, just (war!)
Don’t stop the fucking noise!
Fury, let it just posses your…(shake your head!)
Give it all, madness
Let it grow… (Dance!)
Bogota…(Stand up!)
(My people!)
(¡Mi gente!)
(Survival!)
Crazy, so hardly a maniac,
I’m tracing my line (you better don’t like it!)
Stage…our life, the riff…lullaby!
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8. |
Suicidal Genocide
04:43
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Suicidal genocide!
They want to get up they want to get fight
I am a witness in this massacre,
Faith no option, god no rest
They are waiting (for us to come!)
They are trying (to see the light!)
I’m caught in (a genocide!)
Suicidal genocide!
Save our souls, the last request
The last prayer for them to beg
I am a witness in this massacre,
Faith no option, god no rest
They are waiting (for us to come!)
They are trying (to see the light!)
I’m caught in (a genocide!)
Suicidal genocide!
Streets and fields are filled with fear,
Some chaos going one!
You’ll better run, before you die,
Or you may face a suicidal genocide!
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Thrash instead of getting…
(Madness!) Increases the pain, it’s just a business from your brain
(Deliverance!) It’s payback time, but all you got is a twilight mind
(“Revolta”) we got them all the strength of one is the power of all
(The city strikes!) Well, I am one, look around you this is thrash
System, Pizarro is alive!
Thrash, instead of getting mad!
Everybody is going, (Everybody is fucked up with us!)
Now the pit is growing, and you got to let the mosh arise
Chaos! just began
Riot! hit the streets
(Government!) Hypocrites
(Metal heads!) Prejudice
Put the money in the bag,
And throw it out for all the ones messing around!
Everybody is going, (Everybody is fucked up with us!)
Now the pit is growing, and you got to let the mosh arise
System, Pizarro is alive!
Thrash, instead of getting, instead of getting,
Oh you just don’t get mad with me now!
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10. |
Personal Device
03:53
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Personal device is what I seek,
Not in the ceiling,
Nor in the upside down stairs
Social prophesy, that's what I’ve read
(That's what I’ve read!)
Let me be, let me be mad for free
I don't want to have to pay to pee
I'm just being me, just me and myself
Where's everyone else, where's everyone else!
No speech tonight,
That's the reason why I'm quiet
No reason either,
My ego is not to feel guilty
Oh no to feel guilty!
They pray, they pray looking for some chances in their brains
They pray and they don’t know what they’re saying
They don’t let me listen what they’re saying, but they’re just praying
They’re just praying,
And they wont let me listen to the eleventh song
Nor the tenth song
Let me be, let me be, mad, mad for free!
Let me be, let me be mad for free
I don't want to have to pay to pee
I'm just being me, just me and myself
Where's everyone else, where's everyone else!
(Where's everyone else!)
(Where's everyone else!)
Personal device is what I seek,
Not in the ceiling,
Nor in the upside down stairs
Social prophesy, that's what I’ve read
(That's what I’ve read!)
Street by street, even walking downhill
No matter how I’m going back
I’m gonna blow them out,
Street by street I’m gonna blow them out
I’m gonna blow them out,
And don’t think I kind ‘a know how
(Personal Device in the ceiling!)
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