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Nightmares of War
02:35
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War and nuclear threat, rarely on my mind,
but petty embarrassments, all the time.
No nightmares of war
Personal fears of everyday life,
Worries that can't compare.
No nightmares of war.
What gives me nightmares, is eating late at night
Safe in my own bed, I wake up alright.
No nightmares of war
Personal fears of everyday life,
Worries that are real to me.
Depictions without experience of war. Tired cliches, we heard it before.
Sirens wailing, smoke fills the sky, written by a (safe) middle class guy.
Mockery to the (real) victims of war. Tired cliches, we heard it before.
Lyrics to suit the image of crust, so unexpected and unique.
No nightmares of war.
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Fördömda
03:21
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Mitt huvud snurrar, jag är besatt
Ord förvrids, blir kall och tvär
Behöver dig, och är så rädd att
Du ger upp och vi faller isär
Jag dras med - i mitt vansinne
Jag fördärvar alla omkring
Jag dras med - i mitt mörker
Spring bara spring
En demon har tagit över
Kan inte höra eller se någon annan
Kan inte ge dig det du behöver
Ditt liv med mig är förbannat
Jag dras med - i mitt vansinne
Jag fördärvar alla omkring
Jag dras med - i mitt mörker
Spring bara spring
Behöver utrymme, när jag kvävs
Din förlåtelse, när min grav grävs
intervention, när det är akut
En exorcism, för att det ska ta slut
Tillsammans är vi fördömda
Spring bara spring
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3. |
Bloom
04:10
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Speeches. foreboding war, dictating me to kill people like us
their own pockets filling up, behind our backs, in front of our eyes, in front of our eyes
generations of sacrifice - taken for granted undone and exploited
A lesson so hard to learn
The seeds we sow is what’ll bloom and grow
Fighting over crumbs, confused about who‘s really to blame stealing from us
while a wide grin hovers, pleased from afar with our disputes
time to ask myself who really benefits from our beliefs
A lesson so hard to learn
But finally a crack in my mind
Pry it open, only to find
a legacy of inherited views
Who are suffocating?
Who gets away?
Who is laughing in the end?
Uprooting love through fear and shame
by “Standing up” for your “fatherland”
Who is laughing in the end?
Take another look on what we became
whose matters we run, slaves to a game
if we let it, it will all stay the same
A lesson so hard to learn
The seeds we sow is what will bloom and grow
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4. |
Ascend
04:48
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Fleeing thoughts, in the night
Wondering if, if I will be alright
A nagging feeling, that I ignore
It pulls me down, fetal position on the floor
Sinking again
To a familiar place
Need to hold on
Need to be strong
Sinking again
To a familiar place
I know it will end
In time I will ascend
It comes creeping, in the dark
Makes me sick, it tears me apart
Quiet whispers, in my mind
Telling me, to leave everything behind
I take comfort
I keep trying
I pull through
I know it will end
I take comfort, cause I know it will end
I keep trying, cause I know it will end
I pull through, cause I know it will end
I know it will end
Sinking again
To a familiar place
Need to hold on
Need to be strong
Sinking again
To a familiar place
But I know it will end
In time I will ascend
Shame, inside my head
Guilt, when I stay in bed
But, I know it will end
I’m on the mend
I will ascend
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Left Hand of Darkness Sweden
Blackened d-beat hardcore / neo-crust from Umeå Sweden
EST.2018
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