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Born in Technology
04:23
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You’d better tell your story and then you’ll feel no fear,
You’d better share your life or you will disappear,
You’d better show your vision posting your opinion,
You’d better stay connected feeding all this fiction.
Not living, not dying, just passing through,
Storing all your habits in our CPU,
Just keep on prayin’ to the robot god,
Your praises are extending our legal fraud.
Kneel down!
Get a fix
Kneel down!
Some more
Kneel down!
Get a fix.
Doesn’t matter what you say,
We have seen your intentions.
Doesn’t matter what you did,
We have seen many things.
Doesn’t matter what you think,
We have built your reaction,
Nothing matters, you’ve been
Born in technology!
Kneel down!
Get a fix
Kneel down!
Some more
Kneel down!
Get a fix.
You are isolated in the middle of the crowd,
And no one pays attention,
You are like tiny gods in a li’l screen,
But no one prays ‘cause...
Doesn’t matter what you say,
We have seen your intentions.
Doesn’t matter what you did,
We have seen many things.
Doesn’t matter what you think,
We have built your reaction,
Nothing matters, you’ve been
Born in technology!
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2. |
Legacy of Greed
03:24
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World of hatred,
Trading the wild,
Hunt and killing,
End of the life.
Lead to extinction,
Massive termination
Waste, consume,
Endless fucking circle.
Kill for money,
Flaying precious skin,
Massacre, violence,
Vicious human beings.
Stop extermination,
No more abuse,
Nature’s not possession,
Money can not cure.
Violence rise,
Time runs out,
Biosphere dies,
Species drown out.
Beast kills beast,
Endless bleed,
Fight to defeat the bloody
Legacy of greed.
Ain’t it fun when the rabbit got a gun, hu?
Violence rise,
Time runs out,
Biosphere dies,
Species drown out.
Beast kills beast,
Endless bleed,
Fight to defeat the bloody
Legacy of greed.
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3. |
Lost Generation
05:27
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Generation Lost Generation...
I’ve seen some things but I cannot tell,
Words are useless since the planes began the clash,
I’ve tried some times but I never get,
Some say I’m green some say I’m red.
Lost, lost, lost!
So young, so old, so inept,
So perfect, so kind, so wrecked,
I was built when it all was sadness,
I was raised when it all collapsed.
Lost, lost, lost!
I was meant to last a decade,
But time took pleasure in the trend,
My face began on wrinkling,
My end was hampered and delayed.
Generation Lost Generation...
So poor in sources, so rich in junk,
We have been pushed in here to keep the ball on run,
You have forgotten us, you looked away,
But we have found each other, we will make you gaze.
Lost, lost, lost!
Generation Lost Generation...
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4. |
Masters of Disaster
05:04
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Lyrics by Uri Yerga.
Music by Iván Mora & Uri Yerga.
* Produced by Illusion & Víctor Valera.
* Drums produced by Víctor Valera.
* Recorded & Mixed by Mr. Ax at Ax Studio (Barcelona, Spain).
* Backing vocals recorded by Like García & Víctor Valera at Invernadero Studios (Albacete, Spain).
* Mastered by Christoffer Borg (Gothenburg, Sweden).
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5. |
Mr. Death
05:04
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How long could I not sleep at all?
So long I can't wake up no more,
How long have I been dreaming?
So long I can’t recall it.
This is for your own safety,
Convicted in your head,
You are not a prisoner,
But you will never escape.
Go away!
You need some rest.
No way!
Please don’t resist.
Go away!
You must be treated.
A thousand voices in my head,
My mind fights against myself,
The clock is always running,
But time remains the same.
Mr. Death!
Mr. Death! (Mr. Death!)
Go away!
You need some rest.
No way!
Please don’t resist.
Go away!
You must be treated.
Mr. Death!
Mr. Death! (Mr. Death!)
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6. |
Citizenfour
02:59
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The virus spread like wild fire,
Invading every corner,
Collecting every movement.
The eye seeks its safety,
Look at the world around,
Afraid of its own shadow.
Panphobic on existence,
Fearing for lose control,
Just stabbing every law.
Devouring information,
Fixing the monster’s weight,
Rely on your State.
System of control!
They can see it all,
System of control!
Spying our thoughts.
Citizenfour.
We must take control!
We must know it all,
We must take control!
Taking our thoughts,
Citizenfour.
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Nacido en un sistema,
Criao pa obedecer,
Y los putos ladrones,
Nos dicen qué hay que hacer.
Cabrones de uniforme,
Con guerras de papel,
Medallas y banderas,
Con ansias de poder.
Calla, sirve, paga!
Calla, sirve, muere!
Calla, sirve, paga!
Calla, sirve, fin!
Esclavitud moderna,
Trabaja hasta morir,
A su dinero rezan,
Como si fuera a oír.
Y luego están sus dioses,
A los que hay que adorar,
Nos prometen mil mierdas,
Que nunca llegarán.
Calla, sirve, paga!
Calla, sirve, muere!
Calla, sirve, paga!
Calla, sirve, fin!
Allí alto en el cielo,
Ondea su bandera,
Con todos sus colores,
En un trapo de mierda.
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8. |
Titans of the New World
04:17
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We are the Titans,
The power and the law,
The keepers of the borders.
We bearers of the cure,
We sell you the solution,
To a virus that we cause.
We love to take control,
We ration the supplies,
We enjoy watching you die.
Where will you run?!
There’s no safe place.
'Cause the infection!
Keep on spreading.
Welcome
To the world of falseness,
Where liars tell the truth.
Welcome,
To the old invention,
Submission is the law.
Where will you run?!
There’s no safe place.
'Cause the infection!
Keep on spreading.
Through fear we advice,
You’d better mind your tongue,
We teach you what is wrong,
Titans of the New World.
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9. |
Bella Ciao
02:44
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Una mattina mi sono alzato
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!
Una mattina mi sono alzato,
E ho trovato l'invasor.
O partigiano portami via,
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!
O partigiano portami via,
Che mi sento di morir.
E se io muoio da partigiano,
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!
E se io muoio da partigiano,
Tu mi devi seppellir.
Seppellire lassù in montagna,
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!
Seppellire lassù in montagna,
Sotto l'ombra di un bel fior.
E le genti che passeranno,
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!!
E le genti che passeranno,
Mi diranno «che bel fior.»
Questo è il fiore del partigiano,
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!
Questo è il fiore del partigiano,
Morto per la libertà.
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ILLUSION Barcelona, Spain
Thrash N' Roll.
Music from nowhere since 2017.
ILLUSION are:
· Uri Yerga:
Guitar & vocals
· Iván Mora: Bass guitar & backing vocals
· Richard Lionheart: Guitar & backing vocals
· David Puy: Drums
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