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Intro / Play In Vain
02:44
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Intro :
Can you dig it ?
Play in Vain :
Call me crazy, that’s the way it is
Drafted tu run a vicious game
Where rules are cheated once again
HARD
Are phony choices
TIMES
Remain the same
SKAM
Over and over
Expect no different
Givin’ up givin’ it a shot !
GIVE IT A SHOT
Take your chance over again
OVER AGAIN
Question my loyalty
GIVE IT A SHOT
Same error, setback
OUTCOME
Outcome thesame
THE SAME !
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2. |
SD 9.3
01:58
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Let me
Tell you about the streets I live
The sounds I hear
Not even close to the media stream
Suburban rats you say
Overcrowded concrete pound
About the violence I CAN’T DENY it
But the pressure keeps me alive
Welcome to my neighbourhood
Human warmth tends to burn
From parking lot to foggy stairs
All social classes come to share
No dark alley you’ve ever stood
Compares to my holy hood
No harm intended if you mind your business
Ain’t no Paris ! SD 9.3 !
No one’s safe but I can’t feel the same
WANDERING IN MY NEIGHBOURHOOD
I can’t help it I fell fine hanging around at anytime
IN MY NEIGHBOURHOOD
Suburban rats you say
When the pressure’s on
KEEPS ME ALIVE
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3. |
Postman On Fire
00:52
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Postman knocks
You’re the last delivery today
Back home thousand ideas keep
Runnin’ through his head
And I say our guitarist IS INSANE
Dropin’ any second, another new riff
Well it seems to me
Our guitarist IS INSANE
If I had only 3 seconds to prove it
3 ! 2 ! 1 !
You can’t expect what’s
Already crooked
When the hammer will FALL
All oddities FALL
The postman at your door rockin’
All oddities FALL
The hammer will FALL
Yeah he’s quirky, tell me about it
The more it’s heavy
The more he shuts you down
Get ready to groove that shit
As the dance hall floor BURNS
The roof BURNS
The postman on fire BURNS !
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4. |
Bucks & Bullets
02:06
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WON’T STOP, AT NOTHING
Sending over fathers to get a bullet
WON’T STOP, AT NOTHING
To rape the land
Hell no I
WON’T ever STOP, no nothing
Could ever fill the depths of my pockets
WON’T STOP
At dignity
When the carnage has begun
We wallowed in the sun
Within the time you understand
I only wash away my hands
Sorry all torments you have
Mean no shit without the proper card
Tell me that hymn you sing has died for long
It’s all about dominion, tomorrow I’ll be gone
As freedom has been soiled
Spending my days in the sun
No hesitation, well it’s profits over nation
Hell no I
WON’T STOP
A tragedy
WON’T ever STOP
At nothing, I’m getting fatter for
BUCKS & BULLETS
WON’T STOP
At dignity
BUCKS & BULLETS
Now feasting on grief
Dancing on ruins
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Mother Corruption
Why on your sons, fierce abortion
M.O.A.B.
Come down to me, Mother Of All Bombs
BLOODSHED
Composition step 1 : T.N.T. / RDX
Step 2 : aluminum
Spreadin’ Achin district in April
M.O.A.B.
Come down to me, Mother Of All Bombs
Left alone, burnt surface
Playground In Achin’s a BLOODSHED
MOTHER OF ALL BOMBS
Spread your love
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Hooks & Bones Rouen, France
The "Hooks & Bones" is a highly flammable cocktail created in 2017, by 4 bartenders under the influence of Metal & Hardcore
cultures.
Ingredients:
- 6 cl Hardcore Punk
- 6 cl Crossover Thrash
- 6 cl Dry Hardcore
- 2 cl Grindcore
- 7 tsp of epic lead guitars
Shake forcefully for seconds. Serve the mix in shot glasses, on a powder keg. FIRE UP this explosive mixture out of Norman Land.
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