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Wrong Direction
01:35
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WRONG DIRECTION
This used to be our dream.
Generation of hope
Filled with the message and spirit inside.
Angry enough and ready to say “no”.
Moving through life with open minds.
But where are we going now?
What are we fighting for?
What do we want?
What is the difference between us and the world that we hate?
We’re making the same mistakes
We’ve all done before.
Looking for enemies
Casting trust off.
But where are we going now?
What are we fighting for?
What do we want?
What is the difference between us and the world that we hate?
When did we become generation of sand?
Closing ourselves in hourglass.
Wasting the time, obscuring our mind,
Killing the essence of our strife.
What do we want?
What are we fighting for?
Whatta fuck do we want?
And what do we really know?
This used to be our dream
Filled with the message and spirit inside.
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Torn Apart
02:15
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TORN APART
We are silent bricks in the wall that always made of fear and obedience.
And it’s getting worsе. We’re lost with every day, losing every chance.
But I don’t belong this line of sight.
We don’t belong this crowd of silence too.
So the only promise they can keep is to dig a grave for me and a grave for you.
They show the things to us that we wanna see.
They talk the way they think we’d love to hear.
If you cannot speak for them, then don’t speak at all.
Can’t see, can’t hear, can’t talk
Another brick in a wall.
They are judging us for the things we haven’t even done.
And wanna kill all of us for thoughts we haven’t even thougth.
I don’t belong this line of sight.
We don’t belong this way of taking no part.
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Difference
03:19
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DIFFERENCE
Yo whatta fuck are you saying?
And all those heads with you,
Can’t recognize the word.
Yeah all I fucking see
is lie inside of your eyes.
You better keep going with the flow.
I never thought I’ll fucking hate
All these fucking faces
Circling around my neck.
I will never leave a chance
For those who came with lie
But lending fucking hand.
Forget my fucking name.
You better feel my anger
And what I scream about.
Forget my fucking face.
It’s not about the frame.
It’s not about the past.
Forget about regrets
And everything we’ve done,
It doesn’t mean a thing.
We have no time to count.
There’s no deserts.
We have so much to think about.
We’re re not the same.
Not the same.
Not the same.
So feel the difference and fade away.
Don’t wanna waste my time
Trying to get the depths
Of your fucking mind.
Let’s leave it all behind.
Cuz’ we have stuff to do
So you better get a life.
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Strength (7 Seconds)
02:03
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Concrete Control Odesa, Ukraine
Hardcore band from Odessa, Ukraine.
Circa 2018
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