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Need for Spread
02:54
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banking is my business
my legacy, endless
I take a firm grip of the society
I am at large
I am the cream
I am the foam
I am the milk for generations
that flows and overruns the banks
I break the bank
I take everything from you,
seedless grapes
I spread like a mushroom
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2. |
A Shitty Dealer
01:44
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I am a businessman
I sell what you want
I intensify the outcomes
of my most glorious moments
I press an' squeeze them
hell, I even pee on them
I mix in a doze of drugs and shit
literally
we all need love
we all need joy
oh, boy
capsules of joy
brown capsules of joy
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3. |
Permanent Horror
02:14
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firestarter
I see smoke
we start to choke
smoke clouds
float up then down
revealing only the brown
shit they tell us
he is the storyteller
of horror stories unreal
word by word
making them real
the permanent horror is on us
and next they bring the gas
of course privatized for profit
mr. profit, mr. trump
bringing darkness
word by word
lies becoming permanent horror
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A Saviour
02:27
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I was born this way
they were not
and this day
the hunters become the hunted
demons of humanity
dwell and lurk in us
my left white hand
cut by your left hand path
and outside the market
of body parts
me and you on the table,
all because of a fable
and a lot of money
we will rise
and stop the madness
stop the war against the albino
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5. |
Lethal Laughter
01:51
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choke on joke - lethal laughter
gag on gag - lethal laughter
uncontrollable function
asphyxiated to death
fate of the few
since the ancient days
at least they died happy
suffocation's the way
laugh yourself to the grave
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6. |
March of the Ducks
02:55
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they come, they crush
they spy, they ply on staring
they are always there
behind my back
those doomed eyes
are there when I wake up
that stare hurts me
at the back of my head
flap flap, always half-awake
one eye open, staring
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7. |
The Way
02:08
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it has finally arrived
midst the smoke and steam
accompanied by screams
you’ll see the grin
of the butcher
of the meat train
waving a hatchet
spilled blood and guts lay
the way
me, you and Joe the neighbour
the butcher offers the gore
our puny souls are worth nothing
we are food for the ones below
the way
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I exist for one thing,
I am yours, I devour,
I eat, I aim to be big
I aim to be big
big enough for pigs
I count ten days
yesterday I gave my
left leg to my piggy Ted
I have arrived at the final end
two fingers, three fingers
five of them happy
two fingers, three fingers
five of mine left
one toe, big toe
squeeking happy
piggy Joe
asking for more
I give him four
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9. |
Decoration of Doom
05:03
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decorated
like a christmas tree
before stepping
on the killing spree
leaving hasty messages
of the end
of lepers, of hospitals
of disgusting excrements
rotting heads in sewers
pulp bursting
skin falling off
the end is nigh
a trump selected
civilization beheaded
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Napalm Ted Finland
Grinding-death from the morbid wastelands of North Finland since 2015.
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CONTACT:
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