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Defender
04:20
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A dream for a true man is dream to fly
Taking one’s breath away, giving emptiness instead
“…defend the land…”, “…bring peace…”,
“…commie disease…”, “…fly high…”, “…come back alive…”
Aaaaw, let me blow them all into pieces
Taking off, picking the course towards north
Locked and loaded, ready to deal death, I’m one with the machine
No way will they make us bow down, we are here to force freedom
Freedom
Flight
Let loose
Or confined?
Reached the point, enemy spotted, let the rockets fly!
My own screams, rattling machineguns, roaring turbines - you’ll be mine!
I will chase you, I will kill you, little Vietnamese commie scum!
Two on my tail, exhaling fire, I’m hit
No one to help, I’ve gone really too far
Trying to cast off, receiving more lead
Their balls are like rocks, who the hell are these beasts?
Two more approaching, they’re here to finish my days
Bale out – the only means to save!
Parachute won’t open, leaving me to face my end
Flying is just like falling – everyone will pay the rent
Disappointment is all I’ve got before being force merged with the essence of uncreation
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White
03:42
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What am I looking for?
Where the hell is the answer?
I'm so tired of being trapped inside this shell,
my soul rejects my body as cancer
Kindness? Spare me from it!
Consciousness? Fuck it!
The clouds around – sucking out all dignity
Malicious winds of change predict my near rest
Condemned to take the major part in all this mess
Catching the sparks of hope, but none left for me, none!
These awful scenes still flash inside my head and all I want
Is to shake the shit off me, abandon everything I ever used to know or love
No feelings left, too bright, too pale, variety has gone,
And sense has gone with it, now one on one – me vs the abyss.
Your guns are gay, your ropes are dirty, your razors lay a trace of blood
A syringe leaves no chance, and just in case I add some white
No one will see me squirming on the floor in agony
White foam from mouth confirms my state
Nails broken, carpet wet
I’ve seen the past and I’ve seen the future
So full with pain and vacuous delusions
I’ve seen you all dishonored, killed and fucked!
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