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study hard for many years,sacrifice so many tears,finally gettin' a degree, is there any job for me? Son, you'll have to wear this suit,do the duck till 5 o'clock and your cheque will come real soon,join the army,pay your debts,kill your soul with no regrets, come back home with no i.q. and we'll find a wife for you, love will come along the way with many nice words to say, have some kids, a son or two, struggle for them, lie to you,pay your taxes,well the fact is no one gives a shit about you...and i should see a doctor?
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New scars
02:08
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snorting self confidence, injecting understanding,swallowing masterly a handfull of respect, recycling stem emotions,inhaling decency, new scars-new stories, you're exactly where you wanna be now...i'm so shallow, i'm so dead,Furies dancing in my head,reassuring me instead..wicked feeling, i'm shuttin' out process of healing, 'till this sickness infect us all,then we'll have one thing in common,i'm so shallow, i'm so dead,Furies dancing in my head,reassuring me instead...autosuggesting you're a criminal for music's sake,becoming something that you always used to make fun of,how does it feels like knowing that you're full of shit? is there a part of you proposing that it's time to stop?
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He's allergic
02:39
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he's allergic to social prosperity,responsibilities are small tumors in his bones,truth gives him constipation, just the thought of an autonomous nation chokes his blood vessels up,a phlegmatic character,a misanthropic sinister,a hypertrophic excrement,a pile of shit,he's addicted to resentment,every molecule throbs with hatred, now he's watching his own shadow choke the life out of.....
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Short on risperidone
02:25
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trains go by and i'm still right here where you left me, i'm thinking of good times we had and we'll have no more...a death rattle gives an end to the battle between my dreams and the obstractions i encounter,if you stay on this line,it'll be a hell of a ride,you'll have to murder your pride and the rest will follow...well i gotta get away and i gotta find a way 'cause i feel it is the day for a man to walk away, i'm aware of the disease and i'm picking up my sleeves and i'm pointin' you my finger....a death rattle gives an end to the battle between my dreams and the obstractions i encounter,if you stay on this line,it'll be a hell of a ride,you'll have to murder your pride and the rest will follow...
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Children of chernobyl
02:31
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my nuclear structure evolves at a feverish pitch,10 years in A.A. meetings, undead political remains....and money changes everything and i can't hear a thing from the noise that censored mouths conduct.Killed by observing decay,mass castration leads on a same old day and cold showers won't help this time,do you accept another major crime?Or put the blame on bankers? Or the alignment of the planets..........
see, we're all children of Chernobyl,born and raised in a body-farm,baby steps-heading for disaster,final straight of the least resistance line..wondering how deep can you corrupt me,spreading happens faster than i thought, now it's time to get it out your system,go ahead and...see, we're all children of Chernobyl,born and raised in a body-farm,baby steps-heading for disaster,final straight of the least resistance line.
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To the clinic
02:55
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the way you move when you absorbe knowledge from the ground below,spastic gestures indicate the need of yours to accellerate the typical procedure of distraction,the outline of a criminal mind,an addict with no need for introduction,cutting out from time to time,there's only one way to go when brain damage is more than you can manage,there's only one thing to say if you're a slave to your passion and crime doesn't pay
i'm doin' the best i can, getting worst and worst instead,so much noise within,my imaginary friend just moved in....to the clinic,different day, different pill, to the clinic, so much time,time to kill, to the clinic, all my problems fade away, to the clinic,think i'm here to stay..there's only one place to be when friends don't call and you don't think of me
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Equilibrium
02:24
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no smiles,no tears,they come along with fear,be deaf,be blind,don't sweat when others cry,wake up,drop dead, a switch inside my head,reclaim,reform my bad behaviour with sleeping pills-riot control,remote control- it's stupefying,blur my sight-doctor my wine,restrain my tongue, who needs to hear the truth?
friends turn to foes,brain falling down my toes, i start to rust 'cause i'm losin' trust, my joints break up, this country fucks me up, earn less than shit, so proud to be a GREEK,shit for brains-transplant's successfull,screens for eyes-broadcasting misery,gears for hands-work without thinking, without love breath is just a clock tickin'....tic tac tic tac
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No middle ground
02:59
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did you see the signs?did you follow the instructions?Or have you been prepared for a possible malfunction? there is no middle ground,you either crawl or spread your wings, i get a hollow sound,behind your smile a yelling beast..1-2...state within a state, unadoptable existence and my implicit trust leaves no reason for resistance....if i could take it back, a cure much worse than the disease, a million questions asked, does any answer even fit? there is no middle ground, i get a hollow sound, if i could take it back..
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Protect you
02:08
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can't you see, can't you see? Guilt can be a usefull key.Can this key set me free? Open up this cage for me? Pick this lock and learn by heart a liberating melody,broken wings heal so hard but the spirits sing for me......I wanted to protect you from the sickness that lies within society...but you're meek , afraid, dancing on your grave, guided by the media and chained like a slave, you choose to spend a lifetime on your knees instead of livin' on your feet and do what you please...so i fight every day,no remorse to what i say, made your choice to supress my voice, flies still make this annoying noise, i wanted to protect you from the sickness that lies within society....
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Lets make believe
05:31
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1,2,3,4,1,2,3....too young too soon,too fake too late...1,2,3,4,1,2,3
so let's make believe the earth won't spin again
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About police brutality
01:29
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reveal your discontent,make sure your enemies in range,well you'll need a helping hand to boost the look of repulsion,police brutality defining liberty,exudes inequality,grab the opportunity,justice fails,it's dead to me,instead of grief a great relief,dreaming of angels while living with demons..police brutality,public security,determined velocity,minimize casualties
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Allergic Thessaloniki, Greece
Allergic is a punk rock-experimental band that started on 2012, born and raised in Salonika, Greece by members of 63 high,
2nd hand and persina ksina stafylia.
Fast and short songs, mostly, is the way they like it. Bass, Guitar, Drums, Saxophone and Sound/Filter effects is what they use...
Enjoy the allergic experience.
Discography
*January 2013
"To the Clinic"
*July 2015
"Means of Pleasure "
... more
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