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The Father's Oath
04:01
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Sexists!
Elitist fucks,you are here to light my way?
Damn, you will be the legend
but who will claim this as a never ending entropy?
Who?
Who will you kill this time?
Which of me that follows ahead?
Meals right?
Your home is fifty meals away...
Push them away!
Never kill the power;
But show us some glass meat and flesh.
Jump after your sister my old brother.
Maybe you'll defeat the fire.
Jump after your father my old brother.
Maybe you'll defeat the fire.
Descent is never afraid it shoots.
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Neverplace
03:50
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When it all comes to an end,
Who will grab the oar and show us far he can take.
Push!
Like the waves we face there, grosser and salty it gets
but all we hear, all we can do is;
Oar! Oar! OAR!
Sailing for so long,we’re cold(never retire)
Let’s burn out the tower.
"Never get close" means we're right?
I see no one that follows...
"Never get close" means we're right?
Captain needs to show our faults.
Faces, faces remind me shit
Voices, voices remind me shit
If we're not the sailors,
Why don't we sink?
If we're the sailors,
We would never place the cowards, where you place the pools
If we're not the sailors,
Why don't we sink?
If we're the sailors
We would never place the cowards, where you place the pools
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You can’t hold the knife
You can’t wipe the blood from our songs.
Cleaning loans?
You can’t wipe the mirage, no ocean no north, no not ending south
None is seeing the deck anymore so;
Take these badges down when the light goes.
There is no need to live: or see the light.
There is no need for us to go
With nights we're crashing ice
Never hold on to ''soon''
But who,
who shreds the night?
But who,
who seeks or fades,
goes out!
Yes...
If you see it in the eyes
Stab them in the eye !
Get out of the fucking line
Move your feet out the fucking line
We are not sellin' it!
We are not sellin' it!
We’re not sold out...
Sold out...
With the hands of the shiny wails
Night pulling on,night pulling on.
Shading all our sins.
Night pulling on,night pulling on
We love to see.
Night pours it on.
But no,no;
Get out of the fucking line
Move your feet out the fucking line
We are not sellin' it
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Chopstick Suicide Istanbul, Turkey
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mathcore turkey/istanbul est.2008
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