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Hybrid War
03:53
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So let's start with that gruesome carnival
Of flowers, flags, God and sons
Class hatred abetted by a hero's moral rhetoric
To overthrow and cast down the so called "felonious"
Sold as "the voice of the people"
Yeah, how it was strewed by the broadcast crew
Five families, more than five decades to tame
America's backyard again
Oh, subservient South
And what about that intrepid civic role?
The riot of the yellow ones
Ridded of vandalistic impulses,
A party of revolutionist counter-rebellion!
Oh, so laudable!
From where it all began
To deep sea scraps of our guarantees and last vows
We've reached beneath - the already sold - layer of salt
In deep sea sinking labor rights
By a flagrant intermission to future
And 20 years from now
We see horizons closed
We see horizons closed
Police repression is the only rule
We see horizons closed
Dismantling faster now
We see horizons closed
Our heritage:
Shock!
In deep sea sinking labor rights
By a flagrant intermission to future
An intermission
- Intermission -
And at their banquet to-sell loots from this hybrid war
Press, bureaucrats and CEOs make that old story rebound
How many of you remain unharmed in this prospect?
As the rings
As the sheaves deciding
As that same old tiny elite rules
Either a lousy or a beloved to come
All await
As all motion is still,
The same mainspring.
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Time of unknown whereabouts
Trait of this place from where we've been
A Hayek, McCarthyist's devout shows up again to play
To wring the facts, dry out the State!
So celebrate!
You have been sick and hounded by this regime
Don't worry about where this crack will give
The headlines scream:
Just do it!
Time of unknown whereabouts
But there's a noble cause to fight against
A condemnation, a trial show,
That latent hatred allowed!
So celebrate!
You have been sick and hounded by this regime
Don't worry about where this crack will lead to
Chant the slogan!
- Now a mob under children's command -
Are you the power which strikes against us?
Dirtying hands to the ones whom you'll serve to...
Along the streets, resounding obscure waves!
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3. |
Scenario
05:20
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You are arriving in paradise!
Red carpet, the public funds
Purged ways, no perils, so come!
Nice work, a city redone
God bless the precariat!
It's time to let them find elsewhere to serve
So, you please...
Isn't it all so amazing?
All here was rebuilt with love
And it's a perfect noble time amid the warmth of the season
While the plebeians turn into homeless ghosts
They're just invisible pilgrims beyond the twilight zone
Here we are in the disneyfied hell
All dazed by the choreography
We're granted by the national festive thirst
Don't need to lowball its cost
When rare elective affinity exults
The exception of an aerial clockwork
Now, Maracanã in a bitter Manhattan
Isn't it all so amazing?
All here was rebuilt with love
Welcome to the paradigm...
"- Get out of this world today"
You drawback, taint, it's a thriving state
Digging for gold under idle terrains
Get out of this world today!
A bull market running an Olympic race
In the ghettos their money flow
And this Removal Program will still
After you have lost or won
The real Rio, another face to your tour
Behind this scenario
Isn't it all so amazing?
All was rebuilt with love
Look how amazing
All was rebuilt with love
A decree on whoever's door:
"- Get out of this world today!"
You drawback, taint, it's a thriving state
Digging for gold under idle terrains
Out of this world today!
A bull market running an Olympic race
In the ghettos, upon the hills
The real Rio, not just a funhouse of the world
From brothels to the golf course
Old stricken fellows resettled
In new facsimiles added with IOC deeds
How amazing!
Isn't all so amazing?
All was rebuilt with love
With love
Let's celebrate!
A colossal blast that we have been plunged in our souls
So, orphans of a dream through what we've reborn
Then in dusk, defy ourselves
The scenic views by jackhammers of Rio City Hall
Suspended civil rights, removed from where the families
Healed the steam to keep serving you
The only time their worth is clear on the schedules
'Cuz out of this world today
You drawback, taint, it's a thriving state
Digging for gold under idle terrains
Get out of this world today!
A bull market running an Olympic race
Then in another place: "That's the end"
And this removal program will still
After you have lost or won
As Avery would say: "The games must go on"
Go on!
Limelight's on!
Meanwhile a mob silently erased for next scenes ought to be sold
All set to run...
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4. |
Herakleion
03:03
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At the bottom, grains and dregs, smothered dreams
Within this neonate paradise city
A sunken piece of a whole world collapsing
- Those fractions of a synergy evolved -
Lights out, all goes down
Here's our global stage, where the hapless and helpless
Are all to despair in silence, as if slowly drowning in their woe
A dark slime over null-classes
Just grains, dregs of breathless lands
I heard about a crowd that drowned
Drowned, turning into a dark slime
The underclasses
Then reflecting colossal glass panes
Well, let the deluge bring sterility along!
Oh, what an enchanting place,
The goddamn scattered taints were finally erased!
No prior warning, no whereabouts, just going under
An alien place to emerge
Look, now there's a new space for slums' denizens
Let them into oblivion
Keep their long squalling unheard
Lights off for them!
Smothered dreams
Here walks your host to endure this reality,
As some grounds dissolve
That banner read ''A country for everyone''
It's solid as all these walls
Remove these null-ones!
As solid as these walls
- Move!
A dark slime over null-classes
Just grains, dregs of breathless lands
I heard about a crowd that drowned
Drowned, turning into a dark slime
The underclasses
Then reflecting colossal glass panes.
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Once more we're here to pour out all our load
From now on, we are arsonists in a horror show
So, all they need is sold
A danger warning
The clapperboard is singing a disturbing song
Again Bonner airs camera cuts distorting the real outcomes
Their sets are mounted, a dire sense being molded
Lines and lights invade your home
Devices calling you to an island of frames
To a fictional, a mischaracterized scene, oh you're a stray
In a neural labyrinth's route
Oh, there are lines and lights to invade your home
Devices calling you to an island of frames
You're afflicted, and paralyzed, the fear infects your brain
The political party of the money elite will never allow us to partake directly in issues and choices that define our lives without criminalizing our claims. Globo's role is to spread frauds and fill the airtime with the duality that supports the real violence.
Once more we're here to pour out all our load!
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Nowhere at Home
03:41
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How I wish I was writing a made-up story
But that malaise has come
As the sweat runs
The sunbeam bursts on the wounds
Bursts and the flashes bring a hollow room
When will you come back?
Please, send us another note, son
I wanted to believe in a paradise, an afterworld
- Never could -
I wanted to hear the voice you've sacrificed for our freedom
Wanted to believe in a paradise
Cuz we never found you
We fondly cite you, fighter of the South
Along with that photo of you strangled with that rope
A caution: It wouldn't end there
So many exiles merely exist in one
A barbwire to tear
Your solidarity resisted duress, ache
All your demons were defied
For a more humane homeland for all of us
I wanted to believe in paradise, an afterworld
- Never could -
I wanted to hear your voice but never could
Wanted to believe in paradise
Cuz we never found you
As the blackness corrodes
A dad digs a bottomless hole.
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Hairesis
01:17
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No way out of the walls!
A cross, curses, threatening symbols
Bound to be born amid rules of fear
An unforeseen plunge and a new member
Of a segregated club of fantasies
(Are you hearing someone's cry?)
Submerged neurons
Drowned kids with scepter's celerity
Tamed nature, spirit instead the miracle of a new day's dawn
A perilous way to rediscover love
Beyond the narrow notion of requite
It's feeding our dangerous side
Great acts surmise repay!
Submerged neurons
Drowned kids with scepter's celerity
Tamed nature, spirit raped.
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The Cypher
03:59
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He deviates from the route!
Tired of the same grey landscape
He grabbed the steering wheel
And gave a fuck to all security terms
Oblique desires in his eyes
Worn out until the very last atom
A last pump through these veins
Once more pressing in this slow-traffic road
Like a robot, a clock
Before a vast realm of scapes
No one expected he could...
Now he finally runs toward somewhere
Is there a maniac man or it's just our land?
Created sick, ought to be sane
How far he goes
It could only mean the nearness to recommence
Now all dissolved in despair
Is there a maniac man or it's just our land?
As a rise up, new day
When hope turns to a grievous sight
Maybe we rise up from this estate
Of mere clients
Magnates sold a password for a flashback
He deviates from the route
Appeals were meaningless strength
So, he deviates from the route
Amid the car horns, shrapnel, wicked eyes
A picture evokes a parallel
To all the lattest past results
A deadly impulse, a tragedy
Colliding powers, invisible forces
All dissolved in despair now
A maniac man or it's just our land?
While we breed evil inherent impulses
Which we're all susceptible
A post-Hobbesian structure stands
Made by modern slavery's submiss hands
Look how far he goes
To finally reach somewhere.
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Chicago Boys
03:23
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'Come on, it is the time to fight for our land!''
A whole script written for a servants' landmass
It's just a part of the program,
So come...
Oh, this moral walk just gives our oil
Look at these juniors exploiting our rainy days,
Calling the mob to embrace their cynical morality,
To a pageant toward our malady
This place has turned into a frightening display
'Cuz a tiny elite is reasserting control
That's the flowing wave
To build an appealing place for world's magnates to usurp
Then we're all strangers banned from the new lots owned by
Those who are on the floor above
Oh billboard boy, this flag is only a brand to sell commodities
To hand all we have!
Everybody is going mad and sick in this land
Moving as warlike fleets in a war against populace
Bringing all the packages to harass the class they loathe
- Left for us nothing but daydreams...
This place has turned into a frightening display
'Cuz a tiny elite is reasserting control
That's the flowing wave
On a serving tray or a fabulous Roadshow
Now we're like frail preys in a place enclosed by
Those who are on the floor above
Hear their words being spread
While troops applaud them, teargas hangs in the air!
A known face to resurge
The undead ghost wants to take the stage
Paranoia,
All was blurred and hard to see
Now is clear, manifest that they're just repeating sadistic game
Paranoia,
Psywar breeds dark fantasies
A new rapid method
It's a repeating sadistic game
"- So come..."
We all must dream
But following children's fables is the way for our serfdom.
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Biped Goodbye
04:10
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Hearsay that the world is dying
When I watched the Deluge Hills I thought that too
It was instinctive vanity facing a hecatomb
How to drop out of this running dark horse?
This imminence, this taste so odd
But is clearly our own time wearing thin
All the lovely little babies,
Suddenly all became wolves in a break
Now we can leave a letter or a song
A drawing in these cyber caves
Or you and me to repel the manual
That makes us all the machinery for a technological hall
As our ancient's heyday,
They're only remains exposed now, anyhow
Shall we just leave a letter or a song?
Perceive it, this realm is crumbling away
When I caught those authorities smashing orphan's toys
My faith was swept away with the alluvium
We became cold as the air masses still to come
Continental polar for our final winter
Dulled by trivia, entranced by a delusive spring
How we love our little babies!
But they deserve the desert world we planned
So we can leave a letter or a song
A drawing in these cyber caves
Or you and me to repel the manual
Decades to a consumated tragedy in our genealogical flow
As our ancient's heyday,
They're only remains exposed
Tell me how
How gonna cost it for your sons?
Under the rage of this sun!
We've climbed hills
We've saw what we have done
We look around, the grey horizon
Under the rage of these bombs
How gonna cost a breath for your sons?
But shielded from plight through the windowpane
Dregs of blame lost in an alley kind of inner maze
As long as increasing misery
Seducing games will swerve us from the real growth
May wave-by or be reborn, now!
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