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SICKBAG LYRICS
"A Perfect World (of Shit)" (2004 EP)
1. A Perfect World (of Shit)
2. Empire of Disgust
3. Self-Pleasing Dirigeant
4. Le Coup Dla Sthack
5. Sobar
1. A Perfect World (of Shit)
A good place for the next generation.
No factory, no work, no crime, no justice.
No difference, much more indifference.
Single religion more obsure than ever.
More pleased with the heretic bastards.
Harder than the heretic bastards.
No place for difference.
Only Pure hate against personnality.
A perfect world of shit lead by corruption.
A perfect world of shit lead by discipline.
No possibility for change.
Do same things our neightbours.
The next generation shall be the last.
Cause of an hopeless doctrine for an hopeless fate.
So much desperate than they blast them all.
Only for shouting out their difference.
We live in a perfect world of shit.
Everywhere war, corruption and religion.
Realm of money, for the hidden.
Hidden faces of the faceless one.
2. Empire of Disgust
Everyone fall, into this shitty hole.
Someone is running fast for having this choice.
In this everlasting narrow structure.
Narrow for the mind of underground process.
But never for the docile masses.
In this structure everlasting narrow.
Narrow for the mind of underground process.
But never for the docile masses.
Like all the cliché of the single thought.
We are vulgar monkey, soon brainless.
Soon another wheel in the mechanism of the system.
We are vulgar monkey, fucking primates.
No any critical sense, never any idea.
Just thinking like these masses.
Just for be all the same.
My existence it's finish.
Don't abuse, wake up and fight.
Fight against the empire of disgust.
3. Self-Pleasing Dirigeant
4. Le Coup Dla Sthack
5. Sobar
Be human god, fighting for.
Moralistic dirigeant.
Cold war drawn with blood colour.
Own master, praying for your sins.
Own thinking, fighting for your salvation.
Against this immoral moral.
With green like a deadman colour.
With green like dollars colour.
Filled with hatred and imperial fate.
Poor people again the loser.
In this shitty business game.
Toys, stupid toys, tool for the propaganda.
Call him, for your salvation.
I have his number, eleven.
For this valour doesn't want more genocide.
But conspiracy in the high sphere of leadership.
Don't wait and join us.
Let's go for the totalitarian brainwash.
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