Infected - Dark Century lyrics
Tracks 01. Intro
02. Media Control 03. Dark Century 04. State Oppression 05. Brutalities Behind Your Back 06. Old № 7 (Bass-Intro) 08. Backstabbing Small-Talk 09. Conditioned Minds 01. Intro
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02. Media Control
A lie on the T.V
A lie on the papers It is always the same fucking game Media Control is everywhere Wants to catch those who dont care All this shit they try to sell I could send it right to hell Try to hook you with Sex and Macho-greed Is that the stuff you really need? Media Control is a worse control Media Control is a brain control Media Control we dont need at all! All things those above wanna say You can see and read it every day But all these shit is just fucking wrong Media Control you gotta destroy If you dont wanna be their brainless toy! This control is worse control This control is brain control This control is fuck control This control we dont want at all! 03. Dark Century
Perhaps you think it doesn't matter
Or you see no need to care What happens to our nature Are you really to void to dare? Were all living in this century Of a great technology pride If you look back deep in the past Everything stands byside Our lifes look like a total waste From the beginning condemned to death Working for man's superiority Until your final breath Look around and ask yourself: 'Why?' Buildings of stone rise in sky The air is polluted with smoke So catch your breath and start to choke 04. State Oppression
State Oppression!
State Oppression! It is always the fucking same In South Africa they torture, kill and murder Our politicians just dont fucking care From high above they're allowed to make their rules But we're too bored of it to follow If you do something against it They're pushing you to the limit You are ending in a prison or in another kind of fucking jail In scool you learn to work like a rat Afterwards you gotta pratice it Your boss owns your mind and body He's got to make he's fucking money What the shit you wanna say For everything you gotta pay You got nothing to say Fucking shit every day State Oppression makes you cry And at last you wanna die I dont wanna follow this lie Dont need this oppression every day Gotta do something against it Or I end down in the shit. 05. Brutalities Behind Your Back
For one you need ten
Because you think you're fair Wanna give them a chance Send twenty against two A dark and lonely road There's nothing you can do Because ten weaponed people Stand all around of you You've drunk a lot of beer And smoked a lot of dope In fight you got no hope You wish you arent here Brutalities - They hit you 'till you fall Brutalities - Blood wouldnt stop them at all Brutalities - They're kicking at your head Brutalities - Until you end up dead A bloodstained body's left His eyes are opened wide For the aggressions of ten madmen An innocent person died No one matters later Facts you cant read in the paper But such shit happens every day A side of the world thats cold and grey 06. Old № 7 (Bass-Intro)
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08. Backstabbing Small-Talk
Walking along a lonely road
My head is filled with hate Things once made me happy Turned into a badly fate You know I once believed in you Thought we could trust each other Two stand as one trough thick and thin There would be no way other How stupid fucking blind I was Caught in a web of lies These shit you told against me Too late I realized You fistfucking bastard talked too much The most of it was shit You told it to my friends but later I heard of it Today I saw you since a long time Together with my friends But as I came nearlier I saw the signs In everyones eyes I couldnt talk to anyone Because I recognized Those lies you told against me Too late I realized 09. Conditioned Minds
Face to face and staring eye in eye
Peoples reactions in the street When they see me coming by Come on, pull their ties away You better give them a rope To hang themselves thats wat I cry To be yourself you never tried When I look into their eyes I see they know nothing more Than all those fucking lies Theyre proud of standing for From little child on mind conditioned Pretty boy to be you try The whole life you do what you where told And kiss a lot of asses 't ill you're old To be yourself you never tried Never thought of saying: 'No!' You always followed when they lied Your individuality's melting slow If you're smiling passing by Of if you walk among afraid You'll never realizing why I dont believe those lies they said |