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Tears of blood
04:50
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Dark streets appear empty and buildings lies with their history,
Only the rats inside but with your keen eyes.
You can see shadows dashing themselves against the light,
Awaken by a chill from those roads of misery.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful man,
I’ve never seen such terrifying eyes,
There’s no way out, no more breath of life,
The last thing I saw a tear of blood.
Silence was broke by a strange sinister fate of my life,
That was totally messed up,
I’ve open my heart and my arms to the pure, beauty of the death,
Feeling something never felt before, tasting something no one can imagine,
I found a father, I found a brother,
My mind’s at the edge of insanity.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful man,
I’ve never seen such terrifying eyes,
There’s no way out, no more breath of life,
The last thing I saw a tear of blood.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful man,
I’ve never seen such terrifying eyes,
There’s no way out, no more breath of life,
The last thing I saw a tear of blood.
He never left my the choice,
He let me become one of his race,
There’s no way out, no more breath of life,
The last thing I saw a tear of blood.
Feeling something never felt before, tasting something no one can imagine,
I found a father, I found a brother,
My mind’s at the edge of insanity.
I’m Feeling something that I’ve never felt before, tasting something no one can imagine,
I found a father, I found a brother,
My mind’s at the edge of insanity.
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2. |
SuperHero
03:56
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I’m now in a weird place inside my heart,
My thoughts altering my consciousness,
I’m wandering what the Fuck is going on,
The earth is heading down.
We’re searching for someone to change the world,
Searching the one to settle things down,
Someone to lead us on the right track,
Standing up front when it mater.
Stop that madness, you’re full of shit!
Stop that madness you’re hypocrite!!
I don’t believe in god anyway,
Can’t put my trust in government,
Who the fuck can help us out,
Cause we’re now in deep, deep bullshit.
But who’s gonna be this guy?
Who’s gonna be this Man?
Maybe a UFO anyway,
Who’s gonna be the next SuperHero?
The things are not going so well,
Half of the population is starving now,
The others are whining when they have everything,
The earth is like a delayed bomb.
I will never follow your rules,
You better wake up, better watch out,
Cause the clock is winding down, down, down,
Down, down, down!
But who’s gonna be this guy?
Who’s gonna be this Man?
Maybe a UFO anyway,
Still waiting for the next, SuperHero!
Stop that madness, you’re full of shit!
Stop that madness you’re hypocrite!!
I’m now in a weird place inside my heart,
The things are not going so well,
Please Marvel send someone soon enough.
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3. |
No Hope
03:31
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Where does one go, if he can’t depart
When the sordid time has come,
End it up for high, sharp and tall as the sky
Spawned by the devil, where does one go.
How can a priest find some hope in this tortured life that we live in,
No man can cope with all is brother, brother, brother sins.
The evil spread itself, here like in this frog country,
The chaos ring for death.,
Even OJ Simpson’s no smarter, he did is duty, for god and country.
How can a priest find some hope in this tortured life that we live in,
No man can cope with all is brother, brother, brother sins. GO
How can a priest find some hope in this tortured life that we live in,
No man can cope with all is brother, brother, brother sins.
The angels of death are rising from the pits of hell,
Keep on riding their motorcycle and not even lord Carcajou,
With his angelic bible can do a fucking thing,
We can’t hope for a living, the evil’s winning the fight.
Where does one go, if he can’t depart
When the sordid time has come,
End it up for high, sharp and tall as the sky
Spawned by the devil, where does one go.
The evil spread itself, here like in this frog country,
The chaos ring for death.,
Even OJ Simpson’s no smarter, he did is duty, for god and country.
How can a priest find some hope in this tortured life that we live in,
No man can cope with all is brother, brother, brother sins.
So many sins!!!
The angels of death are rising from the pits of hell,
the evil’s winning the fight.
Desperation is the key!!!!
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4. |
Back Stabbing
02:59
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Someone in the alley’s losing his own blood,
He saw that river mix with the rhythm of the rain,
He saw a shadow, that’s hell my friend,
Can get in but can’t get out.
I don’t care if your daddy hit you a lot,
Don’t be the same, a sad murderer,
You feel so strong when you stab my back,
But so weak when you, have to earn, what you need,
You’re so weak.
Like a vampire you suck what you need,
Don’t care if it means, kill someone,
The poor guy’s bleeding, now a kid without a dad,
You make me sick, you’re such a dick.
I don’t care if your daddy hit you a lot,
Don’t be the same, a sad murderer,
You feel so strong when you stab my back,
But so weak when you, have to earn, what you need,
You disgust me, You’re so weak.
I don’t care if your daddy hit you a lot,
Don’t be the same, a sad murderer,
You feel so strong when you stab my back,
But so weak when you, have to earn, what you need,
You’re so weak.
You stab the other, got no respect in human race,
I don’t like your mind and I don’t stand your psycho face.
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Quest Kon-Fuse Montreal, Québec
Quest Kon-fuse was born at the end of summer 1996 when 5 friends sworn to live only for the creation of high intensity musical songs. Even if changes are initiated in the band, the mission will always remain the same.
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