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Attack from the Gutter
04:47
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We came from the sewers
To fight and conquer
With leather on our backs
And chains all the way
The night is for us
Eternal freedom it gives
Darkness surrounds us
When we cruise on the streets
Attack (attack attack attack attack attack attack) from the gutter
Beware, attack from the gutter
We are the legions
That rose from the depths
Devastating the norms
Commanding the Hell
Passion, health and freedom
Are only things we need
There will never be anyone
Who tells us how to live
Never!
Fukk your stupid manners
Fukk your foolish views
You were born to obey and adapt
We were born to rule
The Underground!
All the cities
That we left our mark upon
Finally will rise
And stand by our side
The battles that we fight
Will never be lost
Unless we all
Fukkin' die
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Vengeance....
04:27
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It doesn't seem to me
That obvious anymore
Old ways may hold you down
And you're rotten to the core
Don't want to keep the flame
If it's fueled with aggression
Defensive onslaught ends
Time for progressive regression
Nothing feels that good
Embracing what is mine
We've found the secret doors
They were there all the time
Don't want to fight no more
On this level, we are through
And I don't think it's true
That there's nothing we can do
Sitting here right now
Staring through the glass
Surrounded by the shadows
That yesterday has cast
Sewer surge is taking shapes
Faces of experience
Surreal at first glance
Transforming into sense
Locked within a box
Urge for open mind
Difference in approach
What else is there to find
Exhausted like a dog
But willing to survive
Looking into void
With nothing but a smile
Comfortable you say?
I think we proven otherwise
Time will tell who made mistake
By cutting family ties
Bitter as it is, the spirit's holding still
Prepare for bloody Vengeance, Speed Metal fukkin' thrill…
Bang your fukkin' head like there is no tomorrow
Forget about the sadness and deeply hidden sorrows
Nowaday phenomenons brought reflection, I guess
This is something we're offering to finally get away from mess
You've got it so damn wrong, but I hope you'll end up fine
Don't want to feel the anger, fear and suffering all the time
Going separate ways might be something that will give
Deal with what you need, just fukk off, haha, and live
I thought we've grown enough
To see beyond our ends of rope
Different points of view
Understood that's how we cope
Hope you'll see the pattern
Quite a redoubt in our heads
We're time travelers, alright
But don't bring back the bad
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Brain Damage
05:14
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Devil inside me tells me to live a reckless life
To kill myself again with booze and ride the night
I never thought that I'll have to fight so much
And struggle with my mind and my fukkin' past
Is all this real, or is it just me?
The golden years are over
Or maybe they are not
Should I sacrifice the memories for something I don't know
Everything around forces me to conform
I think I prefer to stay forever in my hole
I never thought that life can be so hard
Spitting in your face with daily dose of crap
I'm just looking for another things to take
So I don't have to think about this world that's full of pain!
Am I the only one who thinks different?
Day after day, night after night
Still same thoughts that invade my fragile mind
I create illusion of me being immortal
But sometimes I wonder is it worth the struggle
The struggle that can actually be fake?
Brain Damage
Never again...
How many times have I promised this to myself?
Never again!
Is it the time to stay and survive or to change?
Always the same
Every day, every night, every year
Always the same!
It will lead me to my loss
If I don't control my brain
Day after day
Night after night
Day after day
Night after night
Day after day
Night after night
Day after day
Life after life
Make it stop
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Hanging outside some shithole club
Smoking a fag, I'm bored and drunk
Those ladies gave me that special look
So many of them, which one should I choose
Meet me in the parking lot
Let me show you what I've got
My car is warm and I have some tapes
We'll enjoy ourselves, hope you don't have AIDS
I see you know what's this about
Although you still act like you’re not screwing ‘round
That wandering hand, alcoholic breath
"Nice stick shift boy you got... Oh my, but wait…"
Meet me in the parking lot
Let me show you what I've got
I don't give a flying fukk
Wimpy boyfriend can watch how you suck
Pluck my gear!
Indeed you are so talented
Where did you learn to give such head?
Prepare for a quake, I'm locked and loaded
My cock is about to fukkin' explode!
C'mon darlin', I'll paint it white
All over your ass and from inside
I think your fiance just passed us by
Your mouth is free, I'm behind
We could easily share, why is he crying?
Everything could be just so fine
But this lady drank way too much wine
I fukked her hard, deserved a kick
But hell, she just puked all over my dick...
Bitch, now I have to clean my seats!
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5. |
Another Fukkin' Day
05:05
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The dawn of every day
Explosing pulse in veins
Rise of the morning hate
I am fukkin' late!
Pull yourself together, man
Dress well, smell nice, behave
Hurry up, don't complain
This life is driving me insane!
I'm waiting... For the night
In leather I'll be ready to fight
Chains will break with clank
Labour camp far behind...
Inhale your freedom, dust and fumes
of gasoline from streets
Hop a bus that rides to doom
This crowd, I cannot breathe
Someone's yelling at my ear
Your mouth, it smells like shit
Got no ticket, I won't pay
You can have my spit!
And I'm waiting... For the night
In leather I'll be ready to fight
Chains will break with clank
Labour camp far behind...
Again I stayed too long
Night has come, it's really cold
Extremely tired, like abused whore
One evening to do what I want
Wait... Something's wrong
Phone is calling... I won't answer
Wouldn't say where I am anyway
Don't care what you need
I piss on your sick, unreliable purpose
And I shit on your reports
I despise your warped world view
Corporated damaged mind
Stop stealing my time
I deserve that lousy rests of my fukkin' day!
Again it's fukkin' monday
Explosing pulse in veins
Vomiting from stress
I'm always fukkin' late!
Must pull myself together
Dress well, smell nice, behave
"Work harder bitch, got somethin' to say?!"
I punched my boss today
Made it through this hell, finally there's night
In leather we are ready to fight!
Chains have turned into clay
We don't want another day...
Another fukkin' day
Another perfect night
All you maniacs gather round
Join us in our fight
Another perfect nite
Another fukkin' day
Modern metal sucks
Oldschool is the way!
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6. |
Dregs of Society
04:05
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Mindless society believing in lies
Living and running like fukkin' rats
Only consuming, giving nothing back
Imprisoned in thoughts of collective mass
Empty faced class, lurking through the streets
No spark in the eye nor depth within
Their all expectations, it all means shit
Living in illusion, thinking it's real
Fukkin' cunts!
Their only passions are money and power
They shall suffer in their final hour!
They force you to live in this mental warfare
Take me away, take me away from this nightmare!
Dregs of society!
The world that we live in is worthless to us
The rules that we've been forced to obey are another stupid lie
Civilisation that surrounds us is just another test
That we as people are built to destroy everything again
Another sleepless night so I don't have to think
About this fukkin' prison that we call planet Earth
We should thank destiny for diseases and plagues
I'm pretty sure it would be better if we're left for death
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7. |
U.G.H.
04:40
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We are the rust on knife
Stabbed between your ribs
We're crawling in your guts
The cause to clench your fists
Storming through the night
Bunch of rushing beasts
Leaving fostercluck behind
Serching for next feast
All you fukkers best beware
Coz' we might be 'round somewhere
Better stay out of our track
Or else there's no coming back
Maiden graffiti's around
Oldschool Metal sound!
Real spirit of the streets
Old forgotten rusty clique
We're still alive and well
Got important things to tell
Stay away from yellow goat
No matter how good it sells
Stop ruining our memories
Don't flush it down the drain
This is not some fukkin' clothing brand
Spikes and leather all the rage
We're that strange, disturbing motion
In the corner of your eye
Gettin' sliced with broken bottle
Man, you're not looking fine
Bloody puddle, knocked out teeth
Oh, I truly feel relieved
That nobody will have
To see that ugly grin again
You keep sayin' it's dying
Stay out of it and it will be fine
UnderGround Hooligans
Don't fukk with us!
Yet Another Limbo, 2023
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