TAKTRAP: 'Cause for sale 1996
JUSTIFY MY GAME
The man he plans and the gods who damn
But listen to my friend
If you have never finished your deeds
And seen them to the end
No chance or accident that
At last you're sitting on the
Edge of a gully
Senseless rebel
Who's mad at everybody
The man he plans and the gods who damn
In among this riotesse
A cut throat from razored edges
Isn't more ain't violence
Abstract who gives a fuck
Because I don't justify my game take it
Shelter won't make you make it
You're dead... beware...
The man he plans and the gods who damn
Contingency's violence
All action a person made as
Something else than riotesse
Master serving the slave revolution
Anarchy raving chaos
Nothing can save you from loss
You're gone... beware
THE EDGE
Tattoo me now
Stick the needle deep in my skin
A cutting glimpse
The thirsty knife gave
Watching me bleed
Now in my head
Planting electrodes on my brain
The thumping of my heart
Beats the machine
I am at the living dead
Primitive organism
No more nothing for me
That's it...
Here is my fear
Energy knowledge and power
Live'in me
My instinctive drive for live
Keeps me alive
Come and kill some
More and more
Of my cells
What do you think
Am I right
Now the beeb
Of the life machine's gone flat
Another kingdom's secret door
Stands ajar
Here I go
I leave all this for good
I could come back here
Is true but
What for... what for...
WAKE AND BAKE
Rise at noon
Caffee soon
Next is wake and bake
Never hate
It's not too late
Give everything you take
Avoid wrong
Keep smokin' strong
While still remaining straight
Say what you mean
Though harsh it seems
And carry your own weight
Don't forget
A pile of shit
Can many treasure hide
So love me right
Please every night
I ain't too young to die
Avoid wrong
Keep smokin' strong
While still remaining straight
Say what you mean
Though harsh it seems
And carry your own weight
NO WORLD ORDER
Watch how the boob tube
Feeds as any crap
Everywhere the streets are
Full of crack and rap
Got no plane
Still everyone's flying high
The young aren't young
Just already to die
Striving skyscrapers
Cast dark shadows
Jungle in the streets
Hangman's gallows
Media projects
The real through pictures
Today reality is a fiction
Is the viewer or
The viewed the victim
Can't believe my eyes
Who made this changes
Won't accept the lies
Can't believe my eyes
How fucked the age is
Can't believe these lies
Automaton work done
In their factory
As the man fat pig
Drinks at the party
We're just watching on
As we suffer
Greedy pigs
Hog it up motherfuckers
In the end what we got
Just the leftovers
Can't believe my eyes
Who made this changes
Won't accept the lies
Can't believe my eyes
How fucked the age is
Can't believe these lies
CHANT/LOCKED IN A PRISM
The dark soul of his own mind
A lone wolf of his own kind
Searching something to find
With closed eyes see to be blind
He departs on a journey
As the wind may blow the wild weed
In the world he does his learning
Feeling joy or pain and hurting
He's a child and a hero
He chants his only motto:
Every freedom to know
Just move and always go go go
Out is the only passage
Possibilities are massive
He lives hard he is active
The unknown is attractive
In every war he's a fighter
Upon the earth to make it brighter
Eagle's claw and feather lighter
Flying ever higher
But now he's gotten turned out
Experience has burned out
So calloused hear his loud shout:
Wander outlaw hopeless about!
An earthen prison
Dripping blood from
All the wounds I'm given
It's Outlaw livin'
Self-exile
Alone wherever I'm driven
Locked in a prism
Locked in a prism
¡QUE DELICIA!
La ultima tacha y basta
Mi cigarrillo ya se gasta
Deberia marcharme
Estoy harto de la fiesta
La via a casa es larga
Y las chicas no se largan
Fumo un ultimo tiro
Y comienzo a subir
Entro en el espacio
Mi escafandra es mi piel
El sistema solar
Hace tiempo lo deje
Para mi es un momento
Para la luz mucho mas tiempo
Fumo un ultimo tiro
Y para siempre volare
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
