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Recycle Yourself (2018)

by Analizator

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The great void, lurks from below, Imminent approach surely degrading us all. The human role, annulled with one sweeping blow, All that’s left now is the bitter taste of desperation. All is going nowhere – into the unknown, Death and life are equal – nothing matters now, All loose ends are tied up – made null and void, Everything goes silent – we might as well enjoy. We dissolve, because we couldn’t evolve, We are absolved, now we wait for the universe to revolve. Collapse, destruction, pain’s our reality, Universal justice will erase us instantly, we sought for release from responsibility, instead of learning lessons in expediency. Everything now goes dark – all the pressure is off Maybe now we’ll see the light – at the other side of the unknown. Maybe this is what we wanted from the start ?
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The system in use is the system abused, A circle jerk for vapid and obtuse, The wolves are turned loose, chasing the wild goose, obscuring the truths while tightening the noose, draining our life juice, there's nothing to choose, either way we lose so better get some more booze. There's no safe place (for the wrongfully accused), One of these days (you may see me in the news), May get driven insane by this system abused. It's time to act now! Go! Raise your head high! Rise above their brainwashing. Don't bow down now! Don't approve of anything. Whip out your power tools and loosen the screws, If they try to call for truce we shall not be fools, We will break down their system of abuse!
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Ništa se nije dogodilo, niste ništa uradili; sve su to oni izmislili, da ste im decu zaklali. Jame pune lobanja, raskomadanih leševa; u dnu vašeg dvorišta, nema tu nikakvog dokaza. Opojan miris tamjana, blagoslov bradatih popova, uzvišenost nebeskog naroda, opravdanje svih ratova. Nema griže savesti, ni osećanja odgovornosti, nek čine u tvoje ime šta hoće, nek se pali, lomi i gine. Silovane žene džabe ti cvile, uplakane majke što vrište "sine"... ...nad krvavim telima svoje kopiladi, ti se raduješ kad ona pati.
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Silovan 01:57
Strgla ti je gaće, smrvila ti muda, ščepala za kurac, zabila u sebe. Na ulici si je video, skupio si hrabrost i prišao; posle par pića si joj rekao sve što na umu si imao. Njoj se to svidelo, lako do stana si je odveo; ništa ti nije bilo sumnjivo, konačno ti se posrećilo. Posle samo jednog pića bacila se na tebe, vezala te za krevet – bila je van sebe. Osetio si žbunić u predelu nosa i njene hladne prste oko polnog uda. Ubrzo potom te je zaskočila, i tvog junaka u sebe umočila. Oči od nje nisi odvajao dok si minute i sate zbrajao. Nezasito se na tebi gibala, grebala, sekla, šamarala, štipala. Zverski se na tebi iživljavala, vrišteći orgazme doživljavala. Najgore poniženje na kraju je palo, kad se mastan strap-on na struku zasijao. Šapnu „i vi muškarci imate zgodne rupe“ a mastan silikon kliznu ti u dupe. Sad posramljen sediš u sudnici, ne znaš ni sam šta da radiš. Tiho izlažeš svoj slučaj o noći kad si silovan. Kao lovac si krenuo ali ti si žrtva postao. Pogled s poda ne podižeš, na licima osmehe nazireš. Advokat pitanja postavlja ali u glasu mu se podsmeh oseća. Društvo te je pitalo "šta se žališ, bar si jebao?!" I ti bi isto rekao da se nije tebi dogodilo.
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Kad bezumlje i glupost spolja mame stvorenja što posmatraju iz tame, iz temelja poredak se ruši sloboda se davi, napredak guši. Groteskna utopija – carstvo truleži i leševa. Oblikuju naraštaje nove drugačije od sebe da love, nakaznim ih porukama truju, prave od njih slepu, vernu rulju. Beznadežno je čekati da razviju svest, zauvek učaureni u svoj mali svet, kao virus žderu tkivo, nabacuju sen, misticizam, vremeplov u rani srednji vek. Groteskna utopija – carstvo truleži i leševa. Povlačiš se dok je vreme, ostaješ pri poslednjoj nadi, da poseješ negde drugde seme, budućnost iznova da gradi. Kad ih vidiš već je kasno, grade oni svoje carstvo, šteta već je načinjena, groteskna utopija. Beznadežno je čekati da razviju svest, zauvek učaureni u svoj mali svet, kao virus žderu tkivo, nabacuju sen, misticizam, vremeplov u rani srednji vek.
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Your death won't be in vain, but a contribution to sustain your loved ones and people you don't know, this way you'll remain a part of the whole. Depersonalized like the animals we eat, reduced to a piece of meat; juicy and spicy, delicious for sure, if you were fat, at least we'll get more. It'll be good for the environment too, slaughterhouses could be shutdown soon, less carbon dioxide will be produced, deforestation significantly reduced. There's also a spiritual part no more need for expensive funerals; only your family and friends get your heart, liver and brain. And after you're digested, the circle will be complete; the final exit for you is the cycle of life continued.
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Locked Up 03:10
The end is coming closer, these are the final days, we won't hold out much longer, this must surely end. The serpents and the vultures, the signs are all around, they started joining forces, for one final try. The eagle's dead and rotting, doves are torn apart, the vermin running rampant, famine to impart. They made it wrong, Cause we weren't strong. we failed our homes, we failed ourselves, The serpents and the vultures, the signs are all around, they started joining forces, for one final try. They roam here with great fury, chaos thrives today, We are just standing silent, no words left to say. Self-imposed prison, our new home, life can't get much better, but it could be worse. The end is coming closer, these are the final days, we wont hold out much longer, this must surely end. The serpents and the vultures, the signs are all around, they started joining forces, for one final try. We must get strong, to try and right the wrong, to save our homes, to save ourselves.
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Praznih misli pune glave, nisu čisti. Nek im neko pomogne. Dugih prsti kase prazne, kud će dalje? Nek im neko pomogne. Već se klima stolica, pod je pun trulih dasaka; nastaje opšta ludnica, beže poput pacova. Nepravedno progonjeni, ipak, to ste sami hteli! Nisu sada oni krivi što su tako teški seli. Život im je sad sve teži, sreća im iz ruku beži, zla ih sudba vazda prati, pa nisu mogli baš pre stati! Praznih misli pune glave, nisu baš čisti. Nek im neko pomogne. Dugih prsti kase prazne, kud će dalje? Nek im neko pomogne. Prevrnu se stolica, razbi u sto komada; mesto da se pod popravlja, stolica se zakrpi i pomera. Pre nego što sve opet krene, nek im neko pomogne!
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Dunave, mnogi su ti pisali pesme, ali ti me sad podsećaš samo na telo jedne devojke koja se bacila u tebe sa jednog neopevanog starog mosta. Sad igra valcer sa ribama dok plovi među porušenim mostovima, olupinama brodova, praznim ljušturama, izvrnutim stablima, ljudskim govnima. I život je sranje, džabe je otišla, u smrt skočila, nikad izronila. Da li će se ona pročistiti sad, (is)pustiti iz sebe svu svoju jad? Vidimo se na delti Dunava, među pticama, srećnim ornitolozima i nesrećnim ribarima. Da li će upecati pramen - ili odsjaj kose - ili će more postati još crnje kad se u njega ulije? ...bila je vitka, a sada je verovatno sva naduta...
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Pissing on burning flags x2 Red, blue, white, green, black or yellow, doesn't matter, they're all shallow. Stars and stripes, coat of arms, under banners masses march, chanting slogans, singing songs. Horizontal, vertical, flying high, above all. Borders limit your movement, notions of nations attack your mind, symbols categorize you and the world around, artificial borders keep us all locked up. Pissing on burning flags x2 Pieces of fabric that unite have the power to divide. Deafening sounds of anthems prevent all communication, perceived joy and unity, chained community. Using flags for blankets won't warm you up, instead light them all up and gather around. Pissing on burning flags x2
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Big Boy 03:36
Hey, Big Boy! You won't admit, but I know. You bash gays, but you are a bigger fag. Why get married and have kids, just to hide in toilets and suck dicks? x2 Away on a road trip, but just getting fucked in an alley. Maybe you'll convince your father and friends, but in the gay bar they'll notice your ass. Your wife is suspicious, but she doesn't even suspect that big hard cocks is what you too prefer. Together on a rally, hand in hand, you walked with your mate, full of hate; but in truth you exchanged glares with all the cuties that waved flags. Why get married and have kids, just to hide in toilets and suck dicks? x2 Gagged and bound is how you like it, on all four, against the wall. A parallel world has split you in two, but it's no excuse, for all the abuse by you.
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Imam skrotum do kolena x15 Banana banana banana banana!

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Recorded 2014 - 2017 in Novi Sad

Drums recorded in CES Studio in december of 2014.
Bass recorded in Paklena Pomorandža in march 2015.
Guitars recorded in Graveyard studio in april 2015.
Vocals recorded in Graveyard studio april 2015. - july 2016.

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released September 25, 2018

members:
Ivan Francuski - drums
Alen Habek - guitars, vocals
Denes Varga - vocals
Sahit Stajki - bass

Mixed by Gruja, mastered by Analizator.

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