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POEMA ARCANUS LYRICS
"Underdeveloped" (1995 Demo)
1. Intro
2. Golden Shit
3. Smell The Human Stenchs
4. Farce
5. W.C. Sea
6. Errant Souls
1. Intro
2. Golden Shit
Looking from here, your fustrated existence
From the stars above, to the golden world
They look so good, they smell so good
But in the deepest their fucking souls
.....Are rotting...
Chorus
Human decadence
Absurd luxuries fill their world
But you wish to climb...towards
That world... of...golden shit
Relations of hypocrisy, orgies,
Caviar, hard drugs,
Sterile life, senseless
existence,
Hot - skin, cold - hearted beings
Their money shines and buys almost it all
Except for the feelings of the real world
In the TV screen they show their perfect skin
Stupidity rules in their every - day - life
Chorus
3. Smell The Human Stenchs
Unbereable odor of the excrements
See the torrents of our shit
An orgy of rats, flies and worms
Your garbage soils my virgin lungs
Chorus x 4
Smell the human stenchs !!
The...reeks, of your fucken vice
Why l must smell ?
Your sad and infantile addiction
Why l must suffer ?
Chorus x 4
4. Farce
Tired to hear the same lies
Tired to look the same smile faces
Tired to look the electoral show
Disconnect de TV think for a minute
They wanna make me think - in dying for the flag
They wanna meke me feel - as a part of the machine
They wanna meke me lie - praying to their god
Listen to your mind and ignore the fucken farce
Chorus
Hypnotized - prejudice
Leave the mass - farce
Ignore the fucken farce !!
Fucken liars, drive the nation
While poorness go from bad to worse
Politicians only talk to much
But these motherfuckers, nothing do
Chorus
5. W.C. Sea
See ! beachs totally desolated
Showered by a sickening liquid
Fecal materials and chemicals
Exterminate - all kind of life
The sea's got - it's funeral
Dense mixture of rotten scums
Stench in all...of the seabord
Millions of dead fishes - and shellfishes
The waves don't produce - any sound
Chorus
Swim ! - in your own shit
Drink ! - the fecal couliforms
Play ! - play in the wc sea
They were once blue waters
and now they're brown
Where fishes have to live
Excrements float on the waves
Tide has left - a putrid landscape
Chorus
Flies !! - flying and feasting
Whit the shit
Can you smell ?
The stench of our sea
Purification - is only a dream
We have to live - with this stenchy
Liquid putrid disease
Chorus
6. Errant Souls
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