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Chaos AD
Tanks on the streets
Confronting Police
Bleeding the Plebs
Raging crowd
Burning cars
Bloodshed starts
Who'll be alive?!
Chaos AD
Army in siege
Total alarm
I'm sick of this
Inside the state
War is created
No Man's land
What is this shit?!
Refuse/Resist
Refuse
Chaos AD
Disorder Unleashed
Starting to burn
Starting to lynch
Silence means death
Stand on your feet
Inner fear
Your worst enemy
Refuse/Resist
Refuse/Resist
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Unknown man
Speaks to the world
Sucking your trust
A trap in every word
War for territory
War for territory
Choice control
Behind Propaganda
Poor information
To manage your anger
War for territory
War for territory
Dictators' speech
Blasting off your life
Rule to kill the urge
Dumb assholes' speech
Years of fighting
Teaching my son
To believe in that man
Racist human being
Racist good will live
Shame and regret
Of the pride
You've once possessed
War for territory
War for territory
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Face - The enemy
Stare - Inside you
Control - your thoughts
Destroy - Destroy 'em all
You censor what we breathe
Prejudice with no beliefe
Senseless violence all around
Who is it, that keeps us down
Once all free tribes
Chained down led lives
Blood boils inside me
We're not slaves, we're free
Face - The enemy
Stare - Inside you
Control - Your thoughts
Destroy - Destroy 'em all
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Forgive me father
Forgive me God
I know i've sinned
With no remorse
Apocalyptic visions
Went through my head Here today
Gone tomorrow
It's all insane
I'm feeling sick
I'm feeling numb
The storm will come
In the name of God i'm the chosen one
Terror raids the land
To ashes we'll be sent
In the name of God Lives cast away
Martyrdom of myself
Armageddon comes
In the name of God Not one more dead
Fire blasting, cutting edge
Children burn in flames
In the name of God We're going insane
Let us die
You don't realize
This is the time
God's sacrifice
Leaving behind
Lessons in hate
In the name of God We're all dead
Burn!
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Why don't you get a life and grow up
Why don't you realize that you're fucked up
Why criticize what you don't understand
Why change my words, you're so afraid
You think you have the right to put me down
Propaganda hides your scum
Face to face you don't have a word to say
You got in my way, now you'll have to pay
Don't, don't believe what you see
Don't, don't believe what you read
No!!!
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Rio summit, '92
Street people kidnapped
Hid from view
"To save the earth"
Our rules met
Some had other
Secret Plans
No... No... No... No...
Biotech
Biotech
Biotech
Say what?
Strip-mine the Amazon
Of cells of life itself
Gold rush for genes is on
Natives get nothing
Biotech
Biotech
Biotech
Is Godzilla
Mutations cooked in labs
Money mad experiments
New food + medicine?
New germs + accidents!
Like Cubatao
"World's most polluted town"
Air melts your face
Deformed children all around
Bio-technology
Ain't whats so bad
Like all technology
It's in the wrong hands
Cut-throat corporations
Don't give a damn
When lots of people die
From what they've made
Biotech
Biotech
Biotech
Is A.I.D.S?
Stop!!!
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Travelling through the time
Moving slowly in the sand
Knowledge is the weapon
Against the hunger in the land
Solitude met herself
Lessons from the primal step
Memories from an ending life
Liars can't stop the tribes
Nomad, Nomad, Nomad, Nomad
Brother is the son of rape
The blood that once unites
Wanna choose the way they die
Look inside their minds
(echoes in the)
Actual tribe no longer sounds
The ancient teachings failed
Movement of my culture
My beliefs have no more tales
Who are you to criticize
To judge and burn the tribes
The world will be extinct
And your flesh will rot with mine
Nomad, Nomad, Nomad, Nomad
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We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
We who are not as others
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Friday, October 2nd 1992
Chaos has descended in "Carandiru".
the biggest penitentiary complex in
South America
Over a hundred inmates dead and
hundreds injured on the massacre
The police arrived with helicopters
and over two hundred armed forces
They took the jailblock called
"Pavilhao Nove"
and opened fire on the
inmates in a holocaust, method of
annihilation. The government of the city
of Sao Paulo cannot control
the brutality of it's police
Holocaust, Body Piles
Confrontation, Mutilation
Discipline, Ignorance
Conflagration, Torture
Over eighty percent of the inmates were
not sentenced yet. The bodies were filled
with bullets and bites from the police dogs
The police try to hide the massacre saying
there were only eight deaths
The violence of Brasilian cops is very well
known outside of Brasil, This kind of
extermination is a method that they use to
get rid of the overpopulation in the jails
The violence of the cops left the whole
pavillion destroyed after the rebellion
"Pavilhao Nove" (Pavilhao 9)
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We Went Into Town On The Tuesday Night
Searching All The Places That You Hang About
We're Looking For You
In The Back Street Cellar Dive Drinking Clubs
In The Discotheques And The Gaming Pubs
We're Looking For You
You Will Pay The Price For My Own Sweet Brother
And What He Has Become
And A Hundred Other Boys And Girls
And All That You Have Done
We Picked Up The Trail At The Seven Crowns
One Of Your Cronies - He Was Doing Your Rounds
We Followed Him
Just A Silhouette Figure Up Market Pass
Where The Headlamps Shine On The Broken Glass
We Followed Him
Over The Bridge By The Old Canal
Where The Shadows Dance On The Lighted Wall
He Stopped To Light Up A Cigarette
And We Dived Into A Doorway
No Police, No Summons, No Courts Of Law
No Proper Procedure, No Rules Of War
No Mitigating Circumstance
No Lawyer's Fees, No Second Chance
There Are Lasses Getting Trouble On Their Own Home Beat
There Are Old Folk Battered In The Open Street
In This City Of Ours
There Are Eyes That See But Say Nothing At All
There Are Ears That Hear But They Don't Recall
In This City Of Ours
So We Followed Your Man Back To Your Front Door
And We're Waiting For You Outside
'Cause Not Everybody Here Is Scared Of You
Not Everybody Passes On The Other Side
No Police, No Summons, No Courts Of Law...
And We Could Spent Our Whole Lives Waiting
For Some Thunderbolt To Come
And We Could Spent Our Whole Lives Waiting
For Some Justice To Be Done
Unless We Make Our Own
No Police, No Summons, No Courts Of Law...
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Pain, makes me stronger
Everyday
Life is chaos
You gotta deal with it
Expressing my agressions
Through confusion
Face reality
Nothing is like it used to be
Don't tell me I don't know
You don't live in my war
Revolt and anger
I won't take it anymore
Dont' get me wrong
You don't know where i'm from
Dont' get me wrong
You don't know where i'm from
Don't get me wrong
It's been a painful way
Don't get me wrong
You wouldn't understand
Soul
Mind
Fist
Soul
Mind
Fist
Soul
Mind
Fist
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