1. |
Intro
01:15
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WE ARE
BUSHWHACK
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2. |
Skin
01:50
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When I was a kid
The things weren´t so easy
Like they had to be
And now I´m growing up
But memories that hurt me
Remain silent inside my heart.
Little bombs,
They came and explode
It was the childhood
That made me cry
Not always happy
Some bitter smiles
It was a time
Where I supposed to learn to fight
And now my skin it´s older
But no so hard
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3. |
Personality
02:04
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We are supposed
To be ourselves
We are the ones
The only ones
Different, specials….
Not as a mold
Where are the signs
Of our personality?
Identity
A mark to stand out
An act to separate
Things we hate
And never belong to us
Try to define
Your own thoughts
Try to forget
What they dictate
It´s time to express
My liberty
It´s time to defend
My personality
Personality
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4. |
By Your Side
01:09
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Words as sentences
No possible response
Personalism, it´s your way to act
An altive behaviour
Based on egoism
Know-it-all sucker
You must fucking go out!
And we don´t need you
Brazen asshole
These attitudes suck
You don´t wanna friends
Only disciples, by your side
By your side
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5. |
No Threat
01:35
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There is no threat in our scene
There is nothing about danger now
In the eyes of the world
We are another product more.
We´re not cool anymore
Crossed arms, angry faces,
Do you think it´s dangerous?
We don´t give a fuck!
We don´t give a fuck to the World!
When we lose the feeling
To be something to afraid for?
What is the way
To take it back again?
We´re not cool anymore
Crossed arms, angry faces,
Do you think it´s dangerous?
We don´t give a fuck
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6. |
From the Desert
02:29
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From the Desert
From the void
We feel in the streets
From the city
That doesn´t exist
From the desert
From the streets
From the city
That doesn´t exist
That doesn´t exist
Murcia City!
We came from the desert
From the desert
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7. |
W.M.T.A.V
00:47
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It could be a rumour
A myth, a legend
A so called betrayal
Hard to believe
Think about it
What the hell could happen?
To break their rules
Put the word round
What made anarchists vote?
What made anarchists...
Vote!?
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8. |
To Die Young
03:09
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I don´t know why
No tear falls from my eyes
Turning into a numb being
Can´t bear this feeling!
Where are my tears?
My eyes are not dry, I know
I would like to cry
But, what´s happening?
Where are my tears?
You can´t tell me anything
Because you´re gone
And never come back
To this filthy world
Where are my tears?
To die young
You always were
“the misunderstood”
I think we never
Could come to understand you
Where are my tears?
The resurrection was drawn in your arm
A phoenix bird flies to infinity
What´s more unfair
That to die young
Where are my tears!
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