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Death
03:20
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DEATH
Life seems a mirage
That crushes the interior and darkens desires
How to find or give sense to this when there is none
Take me down, bury me
I don’t care, torture’s here
Wake me up, not a dream
Deal with it, death is here
When an emptiness feeling corrodes your dreams
When your aims to live are diluted by the bitterness
The impotence of knowing that there's nothing you can do
That the time is inclement
And that goes away like water down the pipe.
How to fight against the inevitable
Against that one thing that is and always will be
The waiting can be oppressive
When your mind is focused on it
How to know when, how and where
Paranoia invades me.
Here we are in a fight
In a constant denial
For what it is and will be
And for what I fear the most.
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The Decaying Truth
03:30
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The Decaying Truth
This is the place in which my name will be proved
This is the moment in which I’ll have to move
Forward or backwards, I don’t know
The stench of life is starting to choke
Claiming for something that I don’t understand
Digging my grave with my own hands
Signing the papers for my own senseless future
Discounting hours from the wall of my torture
Horrors devouring my mind
Growing from pains and traumas
Inducted and covered with lies
Nothing could heal the decaying truth
Reaping from global mistakes
Weakness is everywhere, takes different shapes
I feel the flame in my veins
Blackness surrounding, not the first time for me
I must be blind for some but I still can see
I’m in the hollow that I never tried to fill
Looking at everything and nothing as it should be
I’m in the hollow that I don’t understand
Digging my grave with my own hands
Signing the papers for my own senseless future
Discounting hours from the wall of my torture
Horrors devouring my mind
Growing from pains and traumas
Conducted and covered with lies
Nothing could heal the decaying truth
Reaping from global mistakes
Weakness is everywhere, takes different shapes
I feel the flame in my veins
Why to prepare for something that won’t come
Why to be aware of the harvest of my own falls
Why to be careful if there’s nothing quite sacred now
Behave like something that has never showed you how
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3. |
Lost in Lust
03:37
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LOST IN LUST
I feel the pressure in the veins
Deny it or not, it won’t change
Last words before letting the instinct rise
From the depts of consciousness
Let’s recognize I can’t control myself, now I’m not me
Pleasure of flesh is all I see
Now I’m an animal
Back to the state of primal sensations
Trough violence or not
Let the pressure release
It is useless to fight but
I prefer to feel the fear
I’m the one who brings some truth
To lives that don’t expect
To face real human kind
Real human nature itself
In regular life the truth is not clear
The sickest desires surrounded by fear
Hypocrisy covers the monsters we are
Everyone knows what they want is to fuck
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Yoke of Pain
02:57
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Yoke of pain
Numbed crowd by illusions
Where lies and truth are confused
Where life has a price
You’re the cause of your own pain
If you feel nothing you see nothing
If you say nothing then you are nothing
Grow up in a shell and meet the truth when it harms you
Perpetuate your suffering cause your ignorance is big enough
To make your sight disappear even in the middle of the hell you’ve built for yourself
You’re full of prejudices, bandages and obstacles
That will only leave you when you remove the yoke from your neck
That doesn’t let you be, that doesn’t let you scream, that only makes you fear
Blood tears slowly fall
Your face vanishes, your self tears apart
Now you’re nothing, you never were
Now you have a yoke, a yoke of pain.
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5. |
MK Ultra
03:51
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MK Ultra
Despite all effort now you’re not you
You’re just a tool for a greater good
Lies or truths, whatever they mean
Soulless, lifeless, forever mindless
An empty box for them to fill
Depersonalization to heal
Disposable puppet the world is gone for you
Soulless, lifeless, forever mindless
Mass corruption, mass disruption, playing god
Empty shell, without will nor reason
Just walking in front of your eyes
(Bis)
A brainwashed schizophrenic to complete political task
A new being in an old shell
Mind control experimentation leading to a new order
Soulless, lifeless, forever mindless
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Beneath the Silence
03:02
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BENEATH THE SILENCE
Your presence is not reliable
It only makes me sick
You hide behind a cap that carries death,
desolation and perpetual ruin
Your acts show your self has been possessed
by corruption and power.
You don’t know what you are, you are alienated
Your will is over many, never mind over whom
you want or have to pass
Violence is your presentation in a society
that expects something you will not give
The blood on your hands is heavier than the lives
you’re supposed to have beneath the silence
Not to listen to rights and laws,
they’re just ink over paper
Cover up countless genocides
with fake demonstrations of caring.
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Tumbas
03:03
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Tumbas
La aplastante realidad no significa nada
Lo que una vez creíste cierto y seguro ahora se desmorona
Y para qué seguir pensando en la vida como la idealizaste
Si es la muerte misma quien se ríe en tu cara
La inocencia te cega
Tu vida no vale nada
Mira las caras vacías
Cavando sus propias tumbas
Olvido, desdicha, lástima, desidia
Complejos y traumas creciendo en silencio
Vacíos abismales y entes inertes
Desprecio, falsedad, miedo, ira
Un estorbo humano entre burlas obtusas
Corrupta hipocresía, falsa libertad
Has pensado que todo era perpetuo
Ahora el futuro es peor que incierto
La vida misma te ha escupido, no importas para nadie
Has clamado a gritos por ayuda, solo la muerte ha escuchado
Ha acabado con tu esperanza como ni te imaginas
La inocencia te cega
Tu vida no vale nada
Mira las caras vacías
Cavando sus propias tumbas
Acepta en silencio, todo está perdido
Cava tu tumba.
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Horrors
19:59
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Horrors
Horrors of an unwanted life
Sickness of every kind
Sell your body, sell your soul
Believe in this, believe in those
Beneath your skin is the answer you’re not gonna like
You’re a piece of mud full of blood
Prepare for pain
Nothing is relevant, nothing is true
Build a fortress and hide just you
Sacred thoughts from a whore
Megalomaniac with god’s form
Secrets behind every one of your beliefs
Gonna like it, you’re as sick as him
Another addicted to power afraid of oblivion
Prepare your script make everyone believe
Prepare for pain.
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PARASITE Cali, Colombia
PARASITE es una banda de Thrash-Death metal de la ciudad de Cali- Colombia creada en el 2009, cuenta con 5 producciones
entre EPs, álbumes de estudio y en vivo.
Infected Pleasure (2010)
Rehearsing The Infection (2011)
Inner Disruption (2014)
Decadence (2017).
Decadence Over Brazil (2019).
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