I try to spend my time
Doing creative things
I learn to spread the love
and seeing what's above

I try to spend my time
Doing creative things
I learn to spread the love
and seeing what's above

They've brought mankind to ruin, like they've invested in coffins
The masses are growing so they'll give the dog a bone
Skip the lynching by throwing the first stone
Reveal the scapegoat

Select a minority, Black, Latino, Muslim
Will it be refugees ? They'll bomb them on the fucking beach

Hear the final countdown, all hope is lost
Sheeps are bleating around pieces of cloth

They all hail the nations when the world's at stake
Riot, war, invasions, be predator rather than prey
They all hail the nations, they'll take the fucking bait
Riot, war, invasions, how could this be a mistake ?

Battles are won by white collars
History is written with the ink of the victors
Follow the leader, believe their dogma, don't think
A fact is a fact, until the wheel spins, until empires waltz

Adhere to their cause, befallen revolutionaries
There's no freedom of thought
These bigots utilize a cross to justify their wrongs
with the blood on their hands
This world is too far gone

''Arise children of the nation
The day of glory has arrived
A putrid form of tyranny
Has raised its ugly banner
Can you hear them in the fields ?
Howling are these fearsome soldiers
They're dwelling inside the mist
To slit the throats of man, woman, and child''

Arise, children of the nation
With blood it's written on the walls
You have no rights, your life is controlled
And taken away unless you conform
This world is too far gone

Haunted and scared, seeking the shelter of a cave, we crawled down a burrow
Down below, remains of a fallen world, signs of the elders and carved on iron plates, a three ray sun

Curious and hungry for treasures of the past we crawled deeper, and deeper, and deeper and at the earth’s core we met the divine

Eyes rise to the sky, we're terrified
Two sun shine, our paths divide
Cherish the vine or the artifact
Witness the gods comeback

We scan the climes

Look around
Look around and see the ruins of our past glory
Have we forgotten ? Have we become this weak ?
Will we kneel, accept defeat ?
Are we but ghosts of a lost humanity ?
Fuck no, Fuck the horn, Fuck the willow
Chaos must be reformed
We’ve lost a battle but the war’s still on
We’ve bit the dust but we shall rise as one



we’re walking on a rope, above
above the void we stand alone
we’ve been going backwards this whole time
taking future blows from behind
one day we’ll fall

cut the trunk roots will still grow
flowers blossom through the snow
now we’re walking on a rope
we can choke it with smoke
life will prevail

Utopia must burn
We are the ones that did not ascend
Untouched by light, Unburnt by flames
All hail the liver and the snake

We’ve been given a second chance, a fresh start
A blank page to lay down the words of our new civilization
We must claim back our throne at the top of evolution
Join the symbiosis, accept absolution
We must bring back the golden age
We are but a link in life’s mighty chain
We will not live like beasts
Mankind’s fortune doesn’t grow on trees
This utopia is a fucking deceit
why should we take the path of failed men
why should we return to the wolf’s den
we need a change of scale

Make this world great again, or make it right
Build walls, divide the land, or unite

We’re the orphans of humanityWe only learn the price of things once they've disappearedRemains of a dying breedThis is the witness of blank minds in a colorblind reality
We’re looking for answers to questions we can’t conceiveComplaints of a frying brain
we’ll lay the myths as cornerstones for our society
We’re all lost, we’ve breathed the omega breezeWe’re branded, ain’t brain-dead, we’re brand newOur minds are cleanour bright eyes On this broken world are blindedWe’re all haunted, bonded in this holy lack of memoryWe’re confused, hollow, divided
Claim to remember and we’ll bend a fucking knee
We ride wrecked cars on bull backs through this global no man’s landwe’re fucking nomads, We’re hunchbacks
clinging to the thread of a long gone past
What will grow through the ashes ?
is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will trees grow tall through the carcasses ?are we just ants under a giant’s matches ?will we be burning corpses ?
What will grow through the ashes ?is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will roots push through the asphalt cracks ?
Will we choose utopia or whiplashes ?
will this hell be everlasting ?
Green patches maculate the concreteA budding life bluntly stains misery
alone and incomplete, we stand untouched at the center of this new born beauty

We’re parasites, are we part of this scheme ?We’re parasites, are we even human anymore ?
Damaged is the new black

You don't love meI love you

Mambodale k no ganas sin trabajoMambodale a mi bien k yo te pagoY to' los gente diceSuubeeeteee
y mai dame luz dime k lok, y la k aye, yo ando rulay en la discotecayo soy de la calle sobre la sistema no quieren problemasla policia me miran me siguen en la calle las escuchan mis temasdinero desayuno tambien es la cena, now they
see just how it goes, everyday go by we see somebody loose there soul, y a dios le pido for someguidance through it all, y a dios le pido for someguidance through it, for some guidance through it
Mambodale k no ganas sin trabajoMambodale a mi bien k yo te pagoY to' los gente diceSuubeeeteee
y todo k lucho yo estoy
logrando, soy un beat and yo estoy beastiando no conoce a quien masduro, una vida entera buscando, mai baile y bajandocuz she know its going down, cuz i thro that dough in theair yeah and watch it rain down every where yeah then do it all again
in the party goin loco, ella loca con los fotosy ella quiere dame chocha, por k sabe k rompe` totocoming broke thats a no no, you do it you might get exposed thoughfumando y yo tengo romo, no lo sabia me mira ver como
tiene entender k yo ronco,
tengo el poder pa hacerte un tontotu no puede con mi rambo, los armas de fuegos k mandotratas superar a mi rango, pero no puede coger con mi mambo

What a deep pit for a young man
Dreaming for wiser land, wiser land
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

What a deep pit for an hold man

Like a blind bird with no wings in the dark, in the dark
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

If the fool will persist in his folly
He would become wise

No bird soars to high

If he soars with his own wings
The most sublime

Act is to set another before you

The soul of sweet delight

Can never be defiled, can never be defiled

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me,

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

I don’t know where you’re hiding
I’m shaking like a fool
‘Ain’t ready for this
girl you break the rules

Well I’ve spent the night out
’til the light of day
haven’t closed my eyes
but haven’t seen you there

now run to me
yeah run to me
my naughty queen
I want you to be mine babe
ooh ooh
ooh ooh

I don’t know where you’re hiding
I’m shaking like a fool
‘Ain’t ready for this
girl you break the rules

Well I’ve spent the night out
’til the light of day
haven’t closed my eyes
but haven’t seen you there

now run to me
yeah run to me
my naughty queen
I want you to be mine babe
ooh ooh
I want you to be mine babe
ooh ooh

now run to me
yeah run to me
my naughty queen
I want you to be mine babe

Quell'augellin, che canta
Sì dolcemente e lascivetto vola
Hor da l'abete al faggio,
Ed hor dal faggio al mirto.
S'avesse umano spirto,
Direbbe: Ardo d'amor, ardo d'amore!
Ma ben arde nel core
E parla in sua favella
Sì che l'intende il suo dolce desio.
Ed odi a punto, O Tirsi,

il suo dolce desio
Che gli risponde: Ardo d'amor anch'io!

Crud'Amarilli, che col nom'ancora
D'amar, ahi lasso! amaramente insegni,
Amarilli, del candido ligustro
Più candida più bella,
Ma de l'àspido sordo

E più sorda più fèra e più fugace,
Poi che col dir t'offendo,
i' mi morrò tacendo.

Ma grideran per me le piagge e i monti
E questa selva, a cui

Sì spesso li tuo bel nome
Di risonar insegno.

Per me piangendo i fonti
E mormorando i venti,
Diranno i miei lamenti;
Parlerà nel mie volto
La pietate e 'l dolore;

E se fia muta ogn'altra cosa, al fine
Parlerà il mio morire,

E ti dirà la morte il mio martire.

Deh, poi ch'era ne' fati ch'io dovessi
amar la morte e non la vita mia,
vorrei morir almen, sì che la morte
da lei, che n'è cagion, gradita fosse,
né si sdegnasse a l'ultimo sospiro
di mostrarmi i begli occhi e dirmi: "Mori!".