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DYSTOPIA
03:46
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Communication’s nearly impossible
When no one’s hearing what you’re saying
Repeating lines, retracing shapes of word and failing
Shadows are approaching
Restless feeling’s slowly growing
Alienation is unavoidable
When no one’s hearing what you’re saying
In sea of strangers searching for hand to hold and failing
Shadows are approaching
Restless feeling’s slowly growing
Now tell me why do I feel so alone in crowded places?
Why am I confined and lost in empty spaces?
Clenching my firsts, kicking and screaming
White padded walls so no one hears me
Clenching my firsts, kicking and screaming
White padded walls so no one hears me cry out
Shadows are approaching
Restless feeling’s slowly growing
Now tell me why do I feel so alone in crowded places?
Why am I confined and lost in empty spaces?
White each step it gets much harder trying to go on
Now tell me why do I feel so alone in crowded places?
Why am I confined and lost in empty spaces?
Now tell me why do I feel so alone in crowded places?
Why am I? Why am I confined and lost in empty spaces?
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GRAVEDIGGER
03:35
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Here today, tomorrow all gone,
Moving on, moving on
Lacquered wood, layer of dirt,
Silent words, silent words
Hidden by layer of green
Fruits of labor unseen
Rest desires and dreams
Six feet under
Running out of air
Stuck inside the coffin
Silky linen bed
To ensure your comfort
Are you happy now?
Living underground?
Are you even proud of the life you’ve been living?
If what we own is what we are
We are dead inside
Deeper and deeper as slaves
Digging our own graves
Sold on lies that are told
Turning dirt into gold
Soon lo and behold
You’re six feet under
Running out of air
Stuck inside the coffin
Silky linen bed
To ensure your comfort
Are you happy now?
Living underground?
Are you even proud of the life you’ve been living?
If what we own is what we are
We are dead inside
Deeper and deeper as slaves
Digging our own graves
Here today, tomorrow all gone,
Moving on, moving on
Lacquered wood, layer of dirt,
Silent words, silent words
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3. |
GEHANNA
03:31
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Filled with hatred
Forever jaded
Dull and wasted
Wicked, wicked mind
The time has come to make your peace
The lake of fire holds what you seek.
Shadows chasing
Anticipating
Doom impending
Wicked, wicked mind
The time has come to make your peace
The lake of fire holds what you seek
Everything’s around is spinning
Everything’s around dark
In your head the voices screaming
Can you make ‘em stop?
Everything’s around is spinning
Everything’s around dark
In your head the voices screaming
You’re burning up
Forget the life you’ve left behind
There’s no going back now
No turning back, there’s no turning back, my love
You’re here now
Forget the life you’ve left behind
There’s no going back now
No turning back, there’s no turning back right now
Let the fire burn you down
раз. два. три. четыре. пять.
Опять тебя иду искать
раз. два. три. четыре. пять.
Опять тебя иду искать
You’re terrified, left at the alter
As sacrifice, drowning in water
Everything’s around is spinning
Everything’s around dark
In your head the voices screaming
Can you make ‘em stop?
Everything’s around is spinning
Everything’s around dark
In your head the voices screaming
You’re burning up
Forget the life you’ve left behind
There’s no going back now
No turning back, there’s no turning back, my love
You’re here now
Forget the life you’ve left behind
There’s no going back now
No turning back, there’s no turning back right now
Let the fire burn you down
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Pravda Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Pravda’s music creates a new sound with foundation in Rock, splashes of Pop and Dance, along with elements of Metal, Punk, and richness of Soul. Dynamic catchy riffs backed by groove-based rhythm section of melodic bass lines and punchy drums in combination with powerful yet vulnerable vocals is what sets Pravda aside and grabs audiences' attention. ... more
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