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Mousetrap Surgery
04:58
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Doctor says I must stay still
In the ceiling fading lights
Plastic nurses hold my hands
I smile
I’m gonna be a perfect man
Institutions taught us hard
The danger of the dreaming farce
What’s a little surgery
to become all that they want?
Doctor says I must stay calm
In the ceiling fading lights
Plastic nurses hold my hands
I’m gonna be a perfect man
Institutions taught us hard
The danger of the dreaming farce
What’s a little surgery
to become all that they want?
Extirpation of the will and of the heart
Useless cells in a steady life
Walking corpses in the corridor
look at me with stitched chests
But they doctors can’t be wrong…
aren’t they?
Anesthesia needle breaks
Anesthesia needle breaks
Anesthesia needle breaks
I’m the worst example of obedience
I’m nothing but your savage threat
I am your fucking failure, unholy saint
My life’s for me to rule, better stay away
I’m not the type who dies old in a hospital bed
I’m not a gear in your system, I’ll make it break
I’m your worst example of obedience
I’m nothing but your savage threat
I am your fucking failure, unholy saint
My life’s for me to rule…
Better stay away
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2. |
My Heretic Creed
04:33
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Lilith set our mainstay at the beginning of time
when she refused to be less than Adam
You should know then that your god was wrong
Heretics and witches don´t fear you anymore
How can you threaten me with hell when I die
I´m only following your prophet´s commands
Jesus was a faggot and well, so am I
Saint John as his lover, who kept his bed warm
He said “Love each other as much as I love you”
I fucked my best friend, what else can I do?
Kissing your ring, better spit in your eye
If I’ve born a sinner I wont´t die a saint
How can you threaten me with hell when I die
I´m only following your prophet´s commands
I may be a faggot, but just as Jesus was
Judas sucked his dick even in betrayal
I don´t need your blessings, I’ve got my owns
My creed is so simple, I never kneel down
Headshot to the rapists and fire to your walls
I believe in me, not in fake heaven words
I can’t regret of the sins that I’m proud
If there’s a hell you’ll be the first
I can’t regret of the sins that I’m proud
If there’s a hell you’re gonna burn down there to the bone
He said “Love each other as much as I love you”
I fucked my best friend, what else can I do?
Kissing your ring, better spit in your eye
If I’ve born a sinner I wont´t die a saint
I don’t need your blessings
I don’t need your blessings
I don’t need your blessings
I don’t need your fucking blessings, no
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3. |
Bitter Lullaby
04:34
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Hush, little one, I’m gonna tell you a story…
In our times happy endings decline
Wolves are real, they sit in red velvet
The priest is a sinner, he fucks the server
Be careful with daddy, he spies when you´re naked
The business man will make you work ‘til down
they say you should thank him for having a job
Police are all bastards if you have no gold
Better carry a knife when you walk alone
Hush, little one, but don’t let your guard down
I wish I could tell you a beautiful tale
If they put their hands upon you cut them off
Better in jail than dead on a grave
Hush, little one, but don’t let your guard down
I wish I could tell you a beautiful tale
If they put their hands upon you cut them off
Better in jail than dead on a grave
Never be meek
Never be quiet
You owe them nothing
Hush, little one don’t let your guard down
Don´t let the monsters catch your flesh
You´ll hear fucking old ones call you depraved
Nasty vicious fag, such a lack of firm hand
Assassins and thieves are now honourable men
And you’re a criminal who dared to object
Hush, little one, but don’t let your guard down
I wish I could tell you a beautiful tale
If they put their hands upon you cut them off
Better in jail than dead on a grave
Hush, little one, but don’t let your guard down
I wish I could tell you a beautiful tale
If they put their hands upon you cut them off
Better in jail than dead on a grave
Hush, little one
Don´t let the monsters catch your flesh
Keep running ‘til the day
we bury them in flames
Keep running ‘til the day
We´ll bury them all in flames
I promise you today we’ll bury them all in flames
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4. |
Sleep Paralysis
05:15
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Rats gnaw the pillars of the earth
Preachers announce times of drought
Plage floods the streets in fear
The king and his clowns still dressed in gold
Some people awake but can’t talk
can’t move their feet, can’t move their hands
our bodies stuck, eyes in the ground
we still try to scream but rich don´t look down
Welcome to the nightmare,
glad to see you’re awake
the people asleep
are happier, they say
Sleep paralysis
Sleep paralysis reigns in our times
Welcome to the nightmare,
glad to see you’re awake
Glad to see you’re awake!
the people asleep
are happier, they say
They buy their beliefs, pull their strings without pain
but now you will see the filth over this place
Can you feel the monster grabbing your neck?
Making you another powerless witness
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5. |
Awakening
03:17
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Foolish puppets, now wake up
forget imposed lessons and see beyond
The Tables of The Law have been broken
here and now
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
You tried to burn me alive
but my ashes remained
Shot me down, I´ll stand again
The remains of their chains
made stronger our will
Your words of wisdom only feed
my hunger of kill
Watch me here
Fear me now
Your heroes are dead
Your justice ain’t blind
Your god is unreal
Your world is a lie
Can´t you hear it?
Now you will
The king is dead
long life the king
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6. |
The Man In The Mirror
03:24
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Blaming yourself ‘til the end of your days
Their claws grabbed your life and ripped it away
Carved in your skin, memory and blade
the moment in which turned gangrenous your flesh
The man in the mirror
gun to your head
like if you can kill what’s already dead
scratching the wound
devouring your soul
there in the glass, Jekyll and Hyde brutally fight
Is there any hope for us
dirty futures, broken past
You stole my life and I’m gonna take back what’s mine
Is there any hope for us
dirty futures, broken past
You stole my life and I’m gonna take back what’s mine
The children of the grave we won’t come down without fight
The children of the grave we won’t come down without fight
They dragged you away, useless and wrecked
who’s gonna pay for that sanity taken
a knife against their back won´t mend a broken glass
but revenge is a good pill to swallow and smile.
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7. |
Seapultation
04:40
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Condemned lives trying to escape
from misery to a fake promised land
sailing to nowhere in a fateless crusade
their price is death
White old classist Europe looks apathetically,
indifferent and careless about their tragedy
A life is a life but only in our side,
beyond these borders no matter how much people die
Deep Mare Nostrum, angel of death,
gate to freedom turned into grave
Brutal annihilation of hopes and dreams,
merciless destination, end of agony
Deep Mare Nostrum, angel of death,
gate to freedom turned into grave
Brutal annihilation of hopes and dreams,
merciless destination, end of agony
And then mirage will break
for the ones who didn’t decompose in waves
Capitalist wolves await, another corrupt state
ignorant blind masses, fascism slaves
Immense salty tomb, mother of ancient cultures
became now the morgue of the ones without future
Liquid cemetery, day by day final expectations dwell
Eternal blue bed for martyrs of ruin,
trying to live… their mortal sin.
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8. |
Symphony Of New Order
04:22
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9. |
Firing Squad
03:43
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Senseless hate as way of life
Following useless straight moral code
Fictional supremacy, white obsession, black destiny
Killing in the name of your absurd pure race
Mein Kampf as your creed, fucking fascist pig
Ignorant bastard, you´re gonna learn the hard way
Your time has come, nazi shit, say hail to your grave
The firing squad is gonna stick a bullet in your head
Against human scum we’ll be merciless
All the different ones you dared to reject
All the pain you inflicted because of skin and race
Your time has come, nazi shit, say hail to your grave
The firing squad is gonna stick a bullet in your head
Against human scum we’ll be merciless
All the different ones you dared to reject
All the pain you inflicted because of skin and race
is the one you’ll feel now in your own flesh
we all will be here enjoying what you deserve
Greetings to Hitler and the KKK
Another fascist exhales his white final breath
Exhale your white final breath
A bullet into your brain
A bullet in your fucking brain
Spit your final breath
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10. |
Medusa's Rage
05:49
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Medusa’s lips are sewed up tight
He made silence its emperor
Who would know all the war crimes that were committed here?
Graveyard body torn apart
Vermin hands crawling again
In his lips another pray
In his hands another prey
Empty holy words you shout
Rotten skin I’ll have to wear
In his lips another pray
In his hands another prey
There will be no god to save you
when the tables have been turned
As your dirty breathing haunts me
my rage will haunt your bones
There will be no god to save you
when the tables have been turned
As your dirty breathing haunts me
my rage will haunt your bones
Not scared of that inferno
that you constantly proclaim
All the demons which I fear
Smile when I see your face
All the demons which I fear
Smile when I see your face
There will be no god to save you
when the tables have been turned
As your dirty breathing haunts me
my rage will haunt your bones
Ain’t you scared of the Judgement Day?
If I were you... I’ll start to shake
There will be no god to save you
when the tables have been turned
As your dirty breathing haunts me
my rage will haunt your bones
The burnt handprints in my skin
the rattlesnakes in my hair
and the retribution craving
they will never go away
the rattlesnakes in my hair
and the retribution craving
they will never go away
There’s no faith were you can hide in
You’ll burn in Medusa’s rage
You’ll burn in Medusa’s rage
There’s no faith were you can hide in
You’ll burn in Medusa’s rage
You’ll burn in Medusa’s rage.
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Dystopian Omen Salamanca, Spain
Formed in 2019 by Oli (guitar) and Azofra (drums), Dystopian Omen emerges as a death metal project. The incorporation of Johnny Molina (bass), Nacho (guitar) and María Banshee (vocals/lyrics) shaped their aggressive sound and vindictive nature. Criticizing a system based in ignorance and barbarism, the project is totally DIY, since Oli and María are in charge of mastering and artwork respectively. ... more
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