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Mörk Jord
05:58
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Mörkret i min själ
Sipprar sakta ut
Mörkret i min själ
Genom sprickor i min hud
Marken jag går på
Färgas av mörkret
Spåren jag lämnar
Giftiga avtryck
På förtvinande ben
Stapplar vi fram
Sprider vårt mörker
Medan vi ruttnar inifrån
Insiktslös samtid
Det var inte jag mentalitet
Utsiktslös framtid
En döende värld
Vi sår bara sår, inte grödor
Vi skördar bara våra bördor
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2. |
Dishumanitär
03:39
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Sometimes I feel so detached from the rest of the world
I feel like a reflection
An echoe of something lost
Dishumanitär
The audacity of the human kind
Hatred consuming our hearts
A society sculptured from blood and greed
Life imitates art
Dishumanitär
Mörbultad av tidens gång
Ser jag genom tiden
Det hopp vi tror oss känna
Är vad som leder till vår undergång
Dishumanitär
Livet är förmultningens första steg
Vi är inget annat än jord full av maskar
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3. |
We are not human anymore
02:54
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We close our eyes
As they lay dying
We close our doors
As they beg on their knees
We close our borders
And turn our backs
We are not human anymore
How can we allow this to happen?
We lost all dignity long ago
How do we live with the shame?
We are not human anymore
The dying light
In the eyes of mothers
Screaming in despair
The expressionless faces
Of those laid to rest
In crumbled ruins
And deep blue tombs
We are not human anymore
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Twisted tongues
Feed us with their lies
Calling it a hoax
Deceptive thoughts
Planted in our minds
Bending us to their will
The world, collateral damage
Misleading the weak
Discrediting those who question
Their answers are oblique
The world, collateral damage
Distorted lungs
Decaying from within
Breathing in
Their so called air
Suffocating
Trying to scream
Silenced
By the regime
The world, collateral damage
The world, collateral damage
Their greed knows no boundaries
Except for their made up borders
The world, collateral damage
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5. |
For what?
02:59
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It was never their choice
They look upon us
With horror in their eyes
We failed them
Pointless despair
All in vain
Everyday we make them suffer
Oblivious to what it means
For what?
There will come a time
When we pay for our crime
There will come a time
When the tables turn
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6. |
Alleviation
04:07
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There's no escape
Bound by this flesh
This sick air is stuck in my lungs
Held in by the constant pressure in my chest
I hold my breath as my ribs starts to break
The sickness in my mind is tightening it's binds
In here I feel safe, tucked away from the pain
Unable to grow past the bindings on my skin
Theese bindings has to go
The only way to break this vicious cycle is to feel
To suffer through the pain and let it consume my very being
Only then can I break free, only then can I
breathe. Only then can I grow.
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7. |
Psychosis
01:50
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Jag sliter av mig min hud och skriker rakt ut
Tappar grepp om verkligheten, jag orkar inte mer
Blottar mitt inre
Släpper mitt sinne
Fritt att härja
I krossade världar
Det sprider sig snabbt
Tar över mitt liv
Så jag slipper tänka
Jag följer villigt med
Ett grinande leende på mina läppar
När jag bränner min huddräkt på bål
Njuter av stanken som fräter i näsan
vid vansinnets fulla bruk
Är jag äntligen fri
Normernas frätande bojor
Bekommer mig inte mer
Släpper kontrollen
Hän-ger mig helt
Åt mina sinnens fulla missbruk
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8. |
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Utsikt från insidan
Mörker
Insikt från utsidan
Mörker
Förfärad blickar jag ut
Från insidans smärtande mörker
Förfärad blickar jag in
Från utsidans karga ensamhet
Jag sökte efter hoppets ljus
Men världen utanför
Bortom all räddning
Precis som jag
En värld byggd av hat
Ångest och förtryck
Där allt som är vackert
Svärtas ner och förstörs
Allt som lever
Plågas till döds
Allt som dör
En belastning och plåga
Utsikt från insidan
Mörker
Insikt från utsidan
Mörker
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9. |
Den yttersta dagen
01:59
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Timman är slagen
Den mörkaste dagen
Allt liv tar slut
När jag tittar utåt
Ser jag domedagen
Sprida sitt mörker
När jag tittar inåt
Ser jag samvetskvalen
Lida sin leda
Timman är slagen
Den mörkaste dagen
Allt liv tar slut
När jag tittar utåt
Ser jag domedagen
Sprida sitt mörker
När jag tittar inåt
Ser jag samvetskvalen
Lida sin leda
Timman är slagen
Den mörkaste dagen
Allt liv tar slut
Timman är slagen
Den yttersta dagen
Jag andas ut
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10. |
Condemnation of humanity
05:52
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The human race
A dying breed
Collectively suicidal
Blinded by greed
Disintegrate the world
For hollow gain
Use into decay
Profits from pain
Users by nature
Fueled by hate
We cursed ourselves
To obliterate
The human race
A passing nightmare
The earth will rise
With our departure
Our planet is dying
It's inhabitants dread
The human race
For us they bled
Their innocent trust
Displaced in us
Morally sublime
In our own thoughts
We ate their carcass
Destroyed their home
A self proclaimed god
Worshipped by none
The human race
A passing nightmare
The earth will rise
With our departure
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DISHUMANITÄR Karlstad, Sweden
We are Dishumanitär:
Hanna: Vocals
Fredrik: Drums
David: Guitars and bass
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