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KNOCKED DAWN LYRICS

"Demo" (2005 Demo)

1. Being Sick, Staying Sick, Dying Sick
2. Striking Back
3. The Cultured Man
4. Detached From All
5. Old Fat Slut







1. Being Sick, Staying Sick, Dying Sick

Being sick from the first breathe
Spit in the easiness of this sly illusion
Behind birth’s innocence hides the death:
Pain always firstly refers to a pleasant vision.

Spleen’s seed in the depth
Sickness will still grow
Spleen’s seed in the depth
Sickness will still break

Staying sick by the discovery
Of the fucking gigantic deception
Understand the implacable reality
The whole being sinks into oblivion.

Spleen’s seed in the depth
Sickness will still grow
Spleen’s seed in the depth
Sickness will still break

The reflections of the past block my eyes
I was dying when I began to shed my cries

The disease doesn’t come only from me
No solution and I know there will not be

I know I won’t belong to a world I don’t believe in
Detached from all: a strong weakness rumbles within.

Dying sick with the suicidal truth,
A sky full of despair falls on my mouth
I can only contemplate my endless decay
My days and my life fading away.

Spleen’s seed in the depth
Sickness will still grow
Spleen’s seed in the depth
Sickness will still break




2. Striking Back

STRIKING BACK

I‘ve shut my mouth, can’t answer, can’t react
But I can’t swallow this fucking gratuitous act

Fist not ready to rise, to blame
That breaks something inside me and drives me insane

Striking back

The severed man I was wants to take its revenge right now
I find a game with easy blow

I‘ve to spit out this the pain in my fate
Strike back with violence and hate.

Striking back

And the hate that itches
And the fist that raises
The visions are knocking
The eyes are striking

Striking back

I will tell you my ironic story are you ready to hear
Your own blood blinds your eyes but you can see your fear

I‘ve to spit out this the pain in my fate
Strike back with violence and hate.
I‘ve to spit out this the pain in my fate
Strike back with violence and hate.

Striking back

I discharge my anger and my old pain
I’ll never let someone get the upper hand on me again.

And the hate that itches
And the fist that raises
The visions are knocking
The eyes are striking




3. The Cultured Man

THE CULTURED MAN

Well groomed hair, a sly attitude, a false self assured look:
Your dumb face betrays your frustration, betrays your fear,
You disturbed boy, you cultured man, eat the book
This is the only way you know to exist here.

You the cultured man
You can’t think by yourself
You the cultured man
Slave to the others, slave to your image.

You‘re a ghost, … and you speak too loud to make up for
Your chicory’s charisma: you fucking big shit,
Spilling your science, believing in your impact, hassling more and more:
You‘re fuckin’ blind, you fuckin halfwit.

You talk about learning and wisdom
When you have lived only with consciousness
You’ll experience nothing: no freedom!
Your life is a reaction to your emptiness.

This empty brain you stuff
With all that you can find:
Bullshit puff,
To impress your kind:
Impress your kind:
Live through their eyes.
Impress your mind:
With shit and lies.

Unable to exist, unable to think for yourself freely,
Refugee in this so easy knowledge:
Look at those you try to convince, look at those you play with easily,
Analyze this reaction: your ghost life swinging on the edge.




4. Detached From All

DETACHED FROM ALL

There’s some aberration and fucking bullshit
So terrible and obvious that I can’t believe it,
Full of goodwill but blinded by naivety
I saw the gap between my hope and reality,
I wanted it … too strong
I hoped it … too wrong
Only one voice can’t resolve the entire problem
Only one fist can’t crush this system

Detached from all
Detached from all
Detached from all
Detached from all

There’s no point in thinking about this life
I’d better to cut my veins with a knife
So I just look at my illusion sinking
Shut up, totally powerless, while the world is bleeding
I stand back with it all
The things that fall
I forget my pity
All become so easy

I understand that it’s useless
To lose its time to waste its dream
I fucking really feel not concerned
I fucking really feel not concerned

Never will I fall into a trap again I’m only a spectator, bored to drain
My strength away, that makes me laugh
I’m not concerned anymore, that’s enough
Ironic smile
Totally detached
Crying eyes
Detached from me




5. Old Fat Slut

OLD FAT SLUT

I have to play with irony
I need an ugly easy girl
To fulfil the worst fantasies
Acid taste of bullshit

Old fat slut
Old fat slut
Old fat slut
Old fat slut

She’s lying on her side
Hanging fat tits, a truck arse
She’s smiling all the time
Ready for the hail of fuck

Old fat slut
Old fat slut
Old fat slut
Old fat slut

The slut I need, old, old
The Sex I feed, fat, fat
The slut I need, old, old
The Sex I feed, fat, fat

I won’t take care, easy boy
I love her decadent fat hairy body
Like a child with a toy
My smile in her arse and puss

 


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