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Cannibal Carnival
03:49
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As I'm wandering on this sidewalk looking for comradery,
Haunted by the midnight lights and the noises in the trees,
My reflection in the window seems to not be going my way,
I hope the morning will come with an escape.
The water in this gutter is carrying this city's ache,
Poisoned by their dirty thoughts and the zombies in their heads,
Here even the rats are sick and the infection never sleeps,
I hope the morning will come with an escape.
I hope the morning will come with an escape.
They are hungry, they are free, they are equal.
They're in the middle of a process, they leave no rest.
It's an endless open feast, a reunion of starving souls,
The long awaited cannibal carnival.
The pouring rain covers me with the naughty smell of hell,
It’s flooding all the pastures green, drowning every field of wheat.
I can feel it on my face, on every curves of my back,
And it's just sinking through my eyes like a twisted razor blade.
It got me tears of rancid blood drying slowly on my cheek,
And it's blackening my nails, it's eating up my lungs,
And the silhouettes around me are getting easier to see,
I hope the morning will come with an escape.
I hope the morning will come with an escape.
They are hungry, they are free, they are equal.
They're in the middle of a process, they leave no rest.
It's an endless open feast, a reunion of starving souls,
The long awaited cannibal carnival.
I remember the bite, but I still don't feel
What they call hunger, what they call strength.
They say there's a chair for me at the table of the free,
That the appetite will come when the day is gone.
We are the individual, oh so intolerable,
A modern days disease, what you'll never ever wanna be.
There's nothing in this world
To stop the resurrection of the very dead and gone.
They are hungry, they are free, they are equal.
They're in the middle of a process, they leave no rest.
It's an endless open feast, a reunion of starving souls,
The long awaited cannibal carnival.
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Darkness Heroes
03:45
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Have you ever seen in the eye of the very poor?
Have you ever held the hand of a dying soul?
Have you seen the countless wrinkles on the face of the worker,
And the anger in the fists of the ones who resist?
Have you ever seen the world?
Have you ever felt the cold of the factories?
Have you already been on your knees in a field before the sun wakes up?
Did you ever care about somebody you don't know
Without demanding anything?
This one's for the darkness heroes
Doing their best at night to keep our streets clean,
For this bus driver struggling to be there on time
So we can kiss our kids to sleep.
For the forgotten, the ones nobody knows,
The true blood and the heart of a city.
Have you ever confessed all the lies and all the waste?
When all you want is to possess, all we want is to protest.
You'll end up alone on your throne,
We'll rise up above, loud and proud,
Because you're crown is made of wood
And our voice is made of songs.
Have you ever heard the world?
This one's for the darkness heroes
Doing their best at night to keep our streets clean,
For this bus driver struggling to be there on time
So we can kiss our kids to sleep.
For the forgotten, the ones nobody knows,
The true blood and the heart of a city.
The true blood and the heart of a city.
I'd cut my hand and feed the sharks,
To keep our freedom as a thing worth fighting for.
I'd stitch my eyes and meet the blind,
To keep our freedom as a thing worth fighting for.
I'd peel my skin and sear my ears,
To keep our freedom as a thing worth fighting for.
I'd crush my knees and slice my feet,
To keep our freedom as a thing worth fighting for.
This one's for the darkness heroes
Doing their best at night to keep our streets clean,
For this bus driver struggling to be there on time
So we can kiss our kids to sleep.
For the forgotten, the ones nobody knows,
The true blood and the heart of a city.
The true blood and the heart of a city.
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