World Narcosis 7"
by World Narcosis
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Brainscam
01:13
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The Odder Outsider
00:35
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Freedom Fighter
01:01
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Amputated Pilots
00:52
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Dead Salesman's Blues
00:55
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Waste Awaiting Rust
00:55
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The End Control
02:12
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Deathbed
01:33
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- Track Name: Brainscam
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We will never be well.
Brainscam. - Track Name: The Odder Outsider
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There´s no home where there is control.
We might as well give up - stand up -
choke ourselves. - Track Name: Freedom Fighter
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Have you faced your freedom yet?
Have you walked your courage to a dead end?
Remember: glory comes when left dead. - Track Name: Amputated Pilots
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The end keeps us gliding,
where death wears us wet.
Cemical angels feasting on our flesh.
And for you it´s being natural. - Track Name: Dead Salesman's Blues
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We were born to be hanged by scary, callous decisions.
Barbed-wired and shut down just to fit in the lines.
Systemized to forget how the real beauty of life ended.
Where a man puts a tag on men and shouts for sale!
We are for sale!
(As he shouts).
We are for sale!
(As we kowtow),
for a sale!
This city is bleeding amongst the others.
Way ahead of its death - long fucking gone to your hell. - Track Name: Waste Awaiting Rust
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This is you, this is me.
A living corpse, a rotten family tree.
As the world suffers for our pride,
we hang our heroes high.
Buying ourselves into sleep;
a wasted life. - Track Name: Human Flags, Terror Waltz
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Let them choke on your filth.
Let them rot in your sin.
Let them praise in your name,
oh god and your human waste.
There´s no rest from this labor of death.
Bodies swing in harmony, fighting for the coffins.
Cerements and funerals own you.
Human flags, terror waltz. - Track Name: The End Control
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We´ve forced the end to be a part of us.
We´ve bought our way into a world
where the possibilities of solution always seem impossible. - Track Name: Deathbed
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This room is an unholy grave.
My flesh is dirt, my view is mould.
My ways have once again locked me in.
My days are bleeding,
empty love´s digging,
dead hearts are dripping,
forming my headstone.
Standing guard around my deathbed,
I´ll let myself in dead shadows,
before "I love you"
ever reloads our guns again.
