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lyrics taken from "watching you fal" full length on catalyst records 1001 days You faded away, like shadows on the floor, your words becomes dust, they’ve gone, they died, you forgot the days we lived, those days live in me. Love turns to hate. You traitor. Love turns to hate. You fuck! You showed me your real face , I was blind. You used trust for interest, you used my days… Priceless time You tried toleave me behind Today you rot alone. I don’t forgive. I don’t forget. . Commit suicide I used to hate you, now i just don’t give a fuck, i don’t give a fuck! No feelings You don’t mean a single thing to me. I won’t trust your words, false as you always were. A few true friends, a few true things to love. You are the thing i’ll never be. I am what i am. Look out for me. Broken trust, that’s all you left me I’m not fucking looking for vengeance. I will be there watching you fall on your own. I’ll be there watching you fall. . No voice Silent screaming at a wall. You mean nothing, you know nothing. Your voices is the one with no weight, For those who have nothing to say. You only scream about nothing You only scream And talk shit about everything just to feel you have a voice. You fuckin’ choke! You are a trend! …But you talk your shit. Your voice is cheap. Your words are cheap You are a fucking trend. I can’t hear your empty words. . Lead You tried to turn me into someone who is not me, tried to break the bonds. I’ll bridge the division! You tried to tear the veins out of my arms, tried to close my dead body in this room. I’ll use my dead eyes to fly! You tried to change me, try to drunken my spirit. I’m still straight edge . We bleed Our history It’s history of brother against brother Our time It’s time of warped and senseless killing. Our borders Are our self inflicted plagues Form day one we couldn’t live our diversity, we could only create a cage. We have no tool for liberation, We have no will if we can’t realize that all of us bleed that all of us bleed the same black blood, that everyone bleed the same black blood. . The end of the show What then, after you said your futile last word, you close the door. Your inner self, it won’t be forgiving you and I hope it will not let you sleep at night, I just hope it fuckin’ hurts, you fake. You think to know it all, you will just choke. Your words, they will be ripping your throat, at the end of your show. . Your game I’ve never heard you say that you cared for it all Are you sure you are playing the right game you’ll never get anything from me It is much more that you’ve ever known it’s not, it was not a trend I’ve being building up my world I’v been building up my self brick by brick you shittalker you traitor you’ll never know a thing . Faceless heartless The essential word you forgot is “side”, You forgot the reason why I’m here. You justify death and pain under well dressed indifference. Nothing is more important than remembering death’s face Nothing is more important…no! you care about nothing and now you brought around yourself only faces with no heart. You are a face no heart. . The curse The path was chosen... You said it was just a phase, that’s the way out. I won’t let you talk your shit. They are still the things i love the most. There never was much hope for us, i know, maybe not even one, but i know i won’t let it fade. I still live it my own way You never did, you never will. In the end i will have one thing to believe, You’ll go down the drain. I’ll take back what’s mine! Take back. We’ll take back what’s ours! Take back . Outside these walls Inside this crowded room you call me a friend You speak your words I’ve heard a million time On the stage you act. You play the role they told you to, The role they want you to. You have no strength no heart to tell me what you think of me. I can’t call you a man. I laugh in your face. I have my integrity, I live for it. You’re just a puppet telling the hardcore story goodnight. . Cliché Hidden behind a trend, you let yourself become so weak, so fucking insincere. Spitting on what you were, on what I’m still proud to be. You sold the edge out, of course. It wasn’t in your trendy plans. The best is that you sold your soul out for being what we used to blame. And now you tell me I’m too hardcore. …so I’m just out of time You were worng form the start. You thought you could leave it, you thought it was your trend. You wer worng This is family. XXX