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Intro
01:40
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Mort cerebral
03:00
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Mort cerebral
Connectat a una pantalla,
has canviat els dits per tecles,
atrofiant el cervell.
Castigant el teu intel·lecte.
Omples amb buits, matant la curiositat, succiones la vida de la teva ment.
Mort cerebral, estàs tot el dia enganxat.
Mort cerebral, el cervell s’apaga sí no és entrenat.
El saber no té preu,
sí el rebutges, no vas amb bon peu.
Omples amb buits, matant la curiositat, succiones la vida de la teva ment.
Mort cerebral, estàs tot el dia enganxat,
Mort cerebral, el cervell s’apaga sí no és entrenat.
El saber no ocupa espai i regenera, no perdis el temps, possa-hi voluntat.
[EN]
Brain death
Connected to a screen
you have changed your fingers for buttons,
atrophying your brain. Punishing your intellect.
Fill it with emptiness, killing the curiosity, suctioning your mind life.
Brain death, you are all day addicted
Brain death, the brain turns off if it’s not used.
The knowledge has no price, you are not in the good way if you reject that.
Fill it with emptiness, killing the curiosity, suctioning your mind life.
Brain death, you are all day addicted
Brain death, the brain turns off if it’s not used.
The knowledge doesn’t occupy space and regenerates , don’t lose your time, put all your will on it.
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3. |
Els Llops ja no udolen
03:03
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Els llops ja no udolen
Felicitat fingida, la forca està llesta, tens la soga al coll
segueix les normes,sempre observant, ells sempre invisibles,
tu sempre guiat.
No t'allunyis d'aquest traçat sepultat en ciment, ofegat de mentides .
On no hi creixen flors i els llops ja no udolen.
Quan tot es pudreix les aus negres ja volen.
Llibertat fingida, esclaus de la mentida
Colecciona mort i menja merda.
Fes el relleu. Ets un ninot, una ànima en pena
No t'allunyis d'aquest traçat sepultat en ciment, ofegat de mentides.
On no hi creixen flors i els llops ja no udolen.
Quan tot es pudreix les aus negres ja volen.
Escala les teves pròpies muntanyes, ment i cos lliure d'imposicions.
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[EN]
Wolfs shout no more
Pretended happiness, the punishment is ready,
you have the rope on the neck.
follow the laws, always observed,
they are always invisible, you are always guided.
Don’t move away from this cement buried path,
drowned in lies.
Where flowers don’t grow and wolfs shout no more.
When everything is rotten the black birds are already flying.
Pretended freedom, slaves of lies.
Collect death and eat shit. Pass the turn.
You are a doll, a soul in sorrow.
Don’t move away from this cement buried path,
drowned in lies.
Where flowers don’t grow and wolfs shout no more.
When everything is rotten the black birds are already flying.
Climb your own mountains, mind and body free from impositions.
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Knür Molins De Rei, Spain
We love to play what comes out of our souls inside the frame of Neocrust D-beat...
SminT - Guitarra
Pau - Batería
Adri - Baix i veus
Guim - Guitarra i crits
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