Solar Fake
parasites
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Parasites
No faith, no calm, no chase, no fission bomb
No breath, no taste, no meds, no human waste
No time to die, no sign to tag the lie
No breaks, no bounds, no space to run aground
Weâre not blind
No aim, no fear, no need to interfere
No sex, no drugs, no clue how to fix the bugs
The faults are repeating, we crossed the line
Are we just competing against the humankind
The thoughts weâre defeating are redefined
And if weâre deleted by parasites, well, we donât give a fuck
No tasks, no blame, no charge, no hall of fame
No hell, no bucks, no bed, no sleep, it sucks
No sense, no life, no omen we could survive
No blood, no grief, no cure for the strong belief
- Álbum:
- Another Manic Episode
- Reasons To Kill
- Another Manic Episode (Deluxe Edition)
- Electrostorm, Vol. 7
- All the Things You Say
- Resigned EP
- Broken Grid
- Frontiers
- Zillo CD-07-08/2011
- Gothic Compilation, Part LII
- Aderlass, Volume 8
- Amphi Festival 2012
- DJ Dwarf Ten: Siamese
- Zillo CD-11/2013
- Amphi Festival 2014
- FX-Radio: The No. 1 Gothic Radio Station
- Sedated (Live & Acoustic)
- You Win. Who Cares?
- Tranquilised