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Shattered (2015)

by W.O.M.B.

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1.
Cold Sleep 03:28
Dead mind Red lead Your head Is dead You sold Your God My mind I'm fine Dead mind Dead soul Who's in Control You're going down again You're going down again We're rotting down in cold sleep We're drowning in our cold dreams We're rotting down again We're going down again Dead mind Dead cells More flesh To sell Cold steel For hire Born free To die Dark room Dark cage Your own Dark Age Old bone So tired Hands free Mind wired We're rotting down in cold sleep We're drowning in our cold dreams We're rotting down again We're going down again Dead mind Red lead Your head Is dead You sold Your God My mind I'm fine Won't care Won't tell This cell Is Hell Black brain So sore Can't sleep No more
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Silver badges Shotguns and heavy flak Law protectors Prowling the streets for crack Under curfew They are the crime to fight Always watching They know you have no rights Police state symphony! Police state symphony! Police state symphony! Police state! As a nightmare Screams from a bodybag Hear the voices Out of our bodybags (2x) Officer officer I didn't do it Officer officer Everyone knew it Officer officer Tell me you pig What should I do to buy the right to speak? Police state symphony! Police state symphony! Police state symphony! Police state! In the district Beating the kids for fun Take a step and They think you're on the run Private armies For those who run your life Hail Miranda You have the right to die! Officer officer I didn't do it Officer officer Everyone knew it Officer officer Tell me you pig What should I do to buy the right to speak? (3x)
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Demons within Bleeding Breeding within Fighting to win Under enemy fire Demons within Bleeding Breeding within Fighting to win Under enemy fire Day in Day out Breathe in Breathe out Clock tick Clock tack Break start Break back Watch my broken skin Bleeding out my anger With a toothless grin I'm the infiltrator I won't be your slave I won't do your bidding Cradle to the grave Dying for a living Lost my mind Lost my mind Lost my pretty fucking mind Lost my mind Lost my mind Lost my pretty fucking mind Food in Shit out Breathe in Smoke out Sun up Sun down Sent home In a bag Watch my broken skin Bleeding out my anger With a toothless grin I'm the infiltrator I won't be your slave I won't do your bidding Cradle to the grave Dying for a living
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To Heaven 03:22
How does it feel to be up in the clouds The radiation is burning you down So full of hope as you came up for air Now going down in a blaze of despair So who's To blame For all this fucking nonsense So high So safe Inside a skyline shell Thrown out Erased Entombed in faceless paper Who knows Who cares It was your own mistake Another name on the screen of the day In just one blink you'll be going away What does it take to remain in this place One tiny step and you're out in disgrace So who's To blame For all this fucking nonsense So high So safe Inside a skyline shell Thrown out Erased Entombed in faceless paper Who knows Who cares It was your own mistake Leave luck to Heaven Labour to Man There's no forever With low demand
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Exorcism 03:36
Creeping through the darkness Of this dull and pointless life Waiting for a moment of it That is truly mine You corroded everything I'm not my fucking self Wish I could go back in time And send you home to Hell Hey hey There is no chorus in this song I'm so TIRED and fucked up I don't know how to carry on Hey wait!!! Never thought it could be real But here I am in chains of something I could never feel Agony of ego The agenda for the year Smile at the little things And hope they disappear Never wanted anything except to be alone Now I am a prisoner In my own fucking home
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After years of solitude A true Test of soullessness Whip stripping skin Belt sanded flesh Will stripping one of it's freedom Fractured thoughts give no pause Besides If God or Gods exist None of them know I do What do they know about punishment Whip stripping skin Belt sanded flesh Will stripping one of it's freedom What do they know about punishment Listen, Why won't you listen? You must listen Velvet inlay Of a slave Defence systems Compromised Tears distilled into venom Blood and toxins interwined Still disoriented Pulled under and crushed Conveyed along the belt Expelled into enlightenment Piercing shockwave Of pain Clense the soul Structure the mind Wear your thorns With pride Outside of the world
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Q&A 00:17
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Not killed but not much stronger No mantra from those lies The dream goes here and yonder Between corroded eyes Mistakes are made and nurtured No lust for one more try If flesh is scarred with stitches It's branded to survive Say what you need Say what you want Say what you mean An idiot! Say what you need Say what you want Say what you mean An idiot! I am I'm an idiot I am electric idiot I am I'm an idiot I am electric idiot This close-to life conception Is all that still remains Condemned but I still function In my own fucked-up way The clockwork's taunting laughter Black bleeding of the years In shades of pale reflections Dry maggots breed more fear Say what you need Say what you want Say what you mean An idiot! Say what you need Say what you want Say what you mean An idiot! I am I'm an idiot I am electric idiot I am I'm an idiot I am electric idiot I don't care for nothing I don't care for no one When there's no tomorrow I can be forever (insane) I don't care for nothing I don't care for no one When there's no tomorrow I can be forever (insane) Say what you need Say what you want Say what you mean An idiot! Say what you need Say what you want Say what you mean An idiot! I am I'm an idiot I am electric idiot I am I'm an idiot I am electric idiot I am I'm an idiot I am electric idiot I am I'm an idiot I am electric idiot
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PTN 2 02:38
Living vivid creatures Crawling from the vaults Asking me to teach them Things I wasn't taught Shadowborn illusions Looking for a way Reaching through the cracks of The things I meant to say Sights on dawn A picture painted on A wall of stone I'm so gone The poison's creeping on Carry on Scraping tiny fingers Twitching in my brain I'm not sure I feel this I am gone today Colours of this blindness Filling up the space This is so rewarding Worth the price to pay Sights on dawn A picture painted on A wall of stone I'm so gone The poison's creeping on Carry on
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The Tribe 03:02
Gather round the fire For the booze, For the drums Pierce your skin and drift into the smoke There is no tomorrow For the scum Of the earth Like a tribe of madmen we are one This is our tribe This is our tribe We don't need compassion We know only strife This is our tribe This is our tribe On the bones of pain And human sacrifice Running through the ruins With the speed Of the blight Feeding on the remnants of the world Burning like the gamma-rays That melt Through the eyes Staring at the darkness of the sun This is our tribe This is our tribe We don't need compassion We know only strife This is our tribe This is our tribe In the shroud of madness Of the world that died
11.
Sunday Bells 02:30
I was lost Without a guiding light In my life Just like a little child I was late Caught in the dead of night In my bed Missing the Sunday light I've got a place in a building With a church nearby I hear the bells, they are telling me That shit's alright No longer sleep like a moron Missing all the fun The fucking bells on Sunday Wake me every time! What's-a-church? It's a glorified alarm clock! What's-a-church? It's a glorified alarm clock! What's-a-church? It's a glorified alarm clock! What's-a-church? It's a glorified alarm clock! Things you can do on a Sunday include: Calling your friends to hang out with some booze, Smoking some weed and then watching the news, Finding a girl to mess up and abuse, Watching some porn, Maybe plucking some strings, Getting a fix if that's your kind of thing This is a free world, I do what I please You cannot strip me of my liberty Thank-you-God For the glorified alarm clock! Thank-you-God For the glorified alarm clock! Thank-you-God For the glorified alarm clock! Thank-you-God For the glorified alarm clock yeah! You know, there is a virtual crapload of shit you can do if you get a proper wake-up call on Sunday. Thank the Lord for them church bells!
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released February 7, 2015

Antons Ivancikovs - composing, programming, vox, stuff
Aleksejs Tokarenko - guitars on 1, additional guitars on 2, composing/programming on 9
Alexei Babjuk (of Malhond) - lyrics, vox on 6

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