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PANONSKI SINDROM LYRICS
"Loudness Of Silence" (2001 Demo)
1. Intro
2. Lie
3. Unhated
4. War Machine
5. I'll Not Repent
6. Sleepy Beauty
7. Godlessness
8. Parasites
9. Outro
10. Cujo (feat. WHORE ARMY)
11. Hit (BONUS)
1. Intro
2. Lie
And for this time, the last time I fall
In this pit of lies weeping words I saw
And it's like this day when you'll seek for your sorrow
But I'm left alone in this fuckin old hollow
And I'm reasoning why
You're ashamed to cry
But for this guilt of mine
Left inside your eye
Leave it wide, leave it mine
Lend me your smile
What is mine, what is mine
It is lie. LIE.
Soon I'll sell my soul for this ounce of gold
Holding this way like my had been bold
Uncut and behold, it's rough and reload
Smooth in its way to make my truth a blindfold
And I'm reasoning why
You're ashamed to cry
But for this guilt of mine
Left inside your eye
Leave it wide, leave it mine
Lend me your smile
What is mine, what is mine
It is lie. LIE.
3. Unhated
can see you. Now I can be you.
Like this devil inside who wear my curse
You took my life and made me worse
Than the chilled heart you left behind
And in these eyes my greed is wartime. Yeah!
I can see you. Now I can be you.
Swallowed pride is trying to hard
To evolve its guide who'll made me blind
This broken promise I beg you part,
I beg you part and then I'll beg you part
Did you show me the way?
Stairway to my heart
I can see you. Now I can be you.
Come let you be my guide, and pour me some of pride
You took inside the hidden walls of lies
And my truth belief means anger indeed
Which didn't teach me to obey your dream
Did you show me the way?
Did you show me the way?
Stairway to my heart
4. War Machine
War perversion -collective
Peace intention -single dream
Executions, truth intrusions
Pride possession, false impression
You will scream -no one hears
No more seizing your thought
When you're breaking the law
WE SHALL MAKE IT
No more saving your soul
When you're taking the role
BURN AND BRAKE IT
Mass destruction -legalized
Thought control -globalized
Revolution, "law" subversion
Mind confession, truth succession
Seems so real -it's only dream
No more seizing your thought
When you're breaking the law.
WE SHALL MAKE IT
No more saving your soul
When you're taking the role.
BURN AND BRAKE IT
Evilness and mass perversions
Are feeding trough your eyes
Seems the weak are always weeping
Surely they will die.
Full pollution, devolution
Total lack of vital signs.
There is only one conclusion
War machine must die!
5. I'll Not Repent
I'll threw away all my bounds
I'll keep my mind and body free of fear.
I need satisfaction, not restrains,
I need the richness of this life, not fuckin' salvation
I'll not repent
The other life's as corpse's comfort.
Illusive promises of soul beyond hope.
And when I'll die there shall be nothing,
But a drop in the bucket in the sea of fire
I'll not repent
Recognize no one as my lord.
I'll rather burn forever then bend my knees.
And if I fall, that shall be me.
Even on these gates of hell I'll not repent.
I'll not repent
I WILL NOT REPENT
6. Sleepy Beauty
Blood washed hands in these fields of love
I don't need any reason.
Yes, I created with death infected
This mutilation of empty soul.
Soon I feel your fulfilled scorn
Smell of fear without control.
I'm stabbin' fast and I'm sure it will last
Until you will reach your lord.
I will slay you
And now I will rape you
Going slow, wild down, deep and raw
I'm sure you will pray for more.
Wrath unfolds left you without hope
Just without any pity at all.
Sadistic thought is going strong
I will disintegrate your corpse.
I'm like the vulture a merciful one
Who feeds a hunger with your body and soul.
I have slain you
And now I will rape you
The head is off, it's simple full cutoff
Instant hardening of cock.
Departed bitch makes no sense at all
Comedic sculpture of necrophilic triumph.
Soon I feel your fulfilled scorn
Smell of fear without control.
I'm stabbin' fast and I'm sure it will last
Until you will reach your lord.
I have slain you
And now I will rape you
7. Godlessness
See for yourself!
8. Parasites
Our minds are yours, you own our souls
Our lives are yours since we were born
You represent what we resist
But without our flesh you can not exist
Parasites
We create from our lives, parasites
Parasites
In our heads from our minds
Parasites
Parasites
Which we create from our lives, parasites
We can blame the power of state
But that's our guilt, that's what we create
What should we think, what should we feel
How should we live, what should we believe
Parasites
In our heads from our minds
Parasites
In our heads of our lives
Parasites
It's all wrong, and all upside down
We can yell and we can shout
But it's too late for us to change
What we create, what we all arrange.
Parasites
In our heads from our minds
Parasites
In our heads of our lives
Parasites
9. Outro
10. Cujo (feat. WHORE ARMY)
Prvi koji je veèeras, Zee-Playah Don
Izlazim iz sjene naše hip-hop scene
Nemam dlake na jeziku i kažem sve što mislim
Moj jebeni stil još nikad niste vid'li
I evo Killah Dona da nastavi po prièi
Brži je od mikrofona i ne možeš ga stiæi
Za sebe, VT, i Skita ja brijem
Za istoènu ekipu èije ime ja ne krijem
Tu je Killah Don, primadon ljudskog roda
Poznam samo sebe jer sam drugoga koda
Skidam vas s kurca zbog drugoga kova
I niste moj tip zbog dugaèkog hoda
Dash, Show and Zee te briju s tri strane
Na èetvrtoj stojim ja, èvrsto i bez mane
Gledam oko sebe i meðu Donovima brijem
Furam gangsta style i svoje rime sijem
Napada pantera, Don i Zee-Playah
Panonski Sindrom, brija sve do neba
Brijemo sami borba je u tami
Bojiš se mraka, napada Whore Army
Namrgoðen i ljut ja ružan kao bolest
Kopam vam grobove kao zadnja pošast
Strah od smrti i od loših MC-ja
Vreba moja snaga kao rima ovog Zee-ja
Moja tamna je krv, puna alkohola, smeæa
Teèe kroz mene kao treæa sreæa
Tko je taj što želi mene stiæi
Otkud mu snaga da nastavi dalje iæi
Ide Tiguh Powah, 'ko je ispred raja
Sad napada pantera gura utoku do kraja
Šta je kujo, šta gledaš kujo
Bježi bolje kujo, tebi gura mali Mujo
Puši kurac kujo, sisaj moje sranje
Èièa ti se sviða, a-haha.
Tiguh style, Tiguh na vratima raja
Tko je ispred mene, to samo fejkeri mogu
Napada pantera, Don i Zee-Playah
Panonski Sindrom, brija sve do neba
Brijemo sami borba je u tami
Bojiš se mraka, napada Whore Army
Svaki redak stvari jeben kao i poèetak
Moj imetak je u glavi koji sijem svaki petak
Baš tu na partyju gdje nema žive duše
Svi nešto puše, doduše, neki se i guše
Krljaju i trgaju za malo komercijale
Èega mi je preko kite, èega mi je preko glave
Ide smile mojim ljudima, za ljude prave
Ide pis za ekipu oduzetu od trave
Sindrom i Army. Yeah!
11. Hit (BONUS)
See for yourself!
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