LEPOKOAK / NECKLACES
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
