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Comfort
01:06
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As the void brings comfort I fade away.
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Alter Perception
02:31
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Blind acceptance of old habits for the sake of their age. Forced upon us by an empty promise. They wave the flag of liberalism while they just make more restrictions. Use of ideology to mask their true goals. Cold and distant souls enslaved by the shallowest thing imaginable. Pieces of paper that literally represent debt. Consume your life away, consume your heart away. Value is forgotten yet the price is known. Love is the cure. Ego the cancer. Never stop questioning, there's still too much truth to be found. Open up don't swallow down. The day we shine is the day they burn. Alter Perception. The purest of evils go unnoticed.
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Liquids
01:50
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I fucking hate this place, and this state of mind. Yet I always end up here. It pulls me in a black hole but here I know but ignore the outcome. Miserable as fuck on the other side but oh so blissful during the travel. It seems like numbing the mind is beneficial to leading a normal life. Less shit in my head. Less content to be said.
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Enslaved
03:30
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Straight out of the uterus we're are sold and labeled. Never even had the chance to be a free spirit. Enslaved by the thought alone of having more digits on our bank loan. I owe the elite nothing, but end up devoting my life to making their profit. Dissonant information all around, make opinions a biased sound. it went into the ears, infiltrated the brain, stripped down the spinal cord. We see only the western side, so vain, always someone else to blame. It masks our flaws while we enter the grossest of wars. If you don't hate the world you're not paying attention.
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Stargazer
03:19
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Once too close to the sun, crashed head first into dirt. Never found the equilibrium. Wings covered in oil. Shackled to the soil. Stargazing since jealous of my former self, weight of the world grinding my jaw to the curb. Craving for a miracle so that my eyes can see the light. Legs to stand tall. Hands to feel a touch. Heart to overflow. Take control again of my surroundings. Bend them to my will. And I swear before the black altar as I sacrifice the current zeitgeist. I will devour those on top.
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Waste Culture Belgium
Hardcore/Metal from Lokeren, Belgium.
Vocals: Laurens
Guitar: Emanuel
Guitar: Jelle
Bass: Co
Drums: Jens
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