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All you phonies

Who get your pockets filled

From selling your pigswill

The end of your days is near

You´ll drown in your own shit

This plastic pseudo-happiness

Will explode in your own hands

It´ll be the toll of your cult of ignorance

We´ll toast like madmen

Free of this festival that no one asked for.

We´ll drink the bitter liquor of revenge

From your own skulls.

Armed with pencils, we´re a dangerous lot

There´s nothing more important

Your sand castles will be destroyed

By a wave of ideas

The day is coming.

The day we´ll make necklaces with your perfect teeth

So that they shine at night

And we shall make you eat one by one all the chains we´ll have broken

The day is coming.



1- Sugea suge

2- Albo-kalteak

3- Haria

4- Guda

5- Lepokoak

6- Iraila

7- Harra

8- Makuluak

9- FAQ

10- Non bestela

11- Soilik agur

12- Lehortzen

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