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Drive your Stone
05:59
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Now night arrives,
retire now to your tents.
Give birth to a child
Could be a lion
Ruined your life
Make your mother cry.
Beat your master
Kill your elders
Throw down the lord
Become the lord.
Give your money
Burn us money
Destroy the gun
or shoot your son.
Now night arrives,
retire now to your tents.
Hit the road.
Forget your life on the stone.
You will be dead
Fast like a little shit.
Feed our vampires
Strings and bottles
Drawn in the waves
Playing stronger.
STROLL IN REVERIES
LEGENDARY GAMING
NO LIMITATIONS
JUST BE AN ATHEIST
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2. |
Crazy Depth
04:51
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Dry as a twing, weak, eroded, whashed by life , the old man want
to have a good time .
"It's a good day for death, i want to be ready"
"I would come back to haunt your sheets, bewitch your tits with my breath"
nobody out there , you can bleed the earth.
If you look your hands, they will be red.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth. His eyeslids hurtle up there,
near the moon.
On the iris'slides, where souls at all ends slip.
Nothing here is real, the senses have no master.
Under the falls, the wild storm.
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3. |
Burn-Ass
06:38
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When your bodies go into the house of time.
Let go, play on repeat again.
Let the witch make a deal,
Let this beauty suck your meat.
Fog, pavement, black enlighten, devilish stars and moons.
Cold, white, pure, immaculate, the kiss of the greatness of the winds.
Lion fell in the golden side, my cats lives in misery.
Fuzz howler, "pure-juice" bastard and everyone is at the sea.
And she comes now, turning away, her black mouth laughs at your rattle.
And she comes now, turning away, when the future becomes an end.
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4. |
Cactus Heads
07:04
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After the howl and after the end.
Flies are the dream eaters queens
The world is dead, and the sky is red.
Your love is my slave, your brat is my slave
For his blood flows throught my veins.
If you still can meet angels in this world,
tell yourself there might be one of my shadows.
Fly away to the news horizons - if you like -
they are my mad dogs.
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5. |
Master of Horizon
10:00
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Come into my fire,
you know it's good.
Let me consume you,
I love when you sweat.
I like your love juice
My sunbeam consume you.
You will stay.
You will take a form
And you will leave in dust.
My gingerhead falls asleep
And as i peel her skin,
My grain of sand slips on her lips.
You come here every night
You fall down and you open your eyes,
Far from the shame,
The Gravity born into the void.
Ear to the ground,
Hear the secret words,
It sounds like a dream,
From my purple legions.
The strings of Space are here,
So play with it!
We are the sun,
Above the desert we burn,
We are the sea,
The masters of horizon.
The strings of Space are here,
So play with it.
Crosses the border
Warms you is good.
I will peel your skin
Would slip on your lips
To set it on fire!
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SHAKAAL France
A roller-compressor, hovering like a ZEPPELIN in a goguette and subtle like an intravenous injection of hard rock.
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