recorded & mixed at: I 1992 FALA Studio (six-track tape recorder in the room)
engineered by: Jacek & SMAR SW
produced by: SMAR SW
published MC & CD by: Fala
Yogurth - guitar
Ninja - bass
Sikor - drums
Sezon - voice
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my eyes are asking
to close them
I can't do it
no no no
I have to look
I have to see
I have to suffer
I have to live
I see everything around me
and it all hurts me
and I can't change anything here
I can't give up either
suspended in a void
I'm tossing in all directions
free by thought enslaved by body
possessed by anger
a quivering crowd
listening to nonsense
believing that they believe
believing not in the cross
but in its gold
believing in fraudsters
pretending to believe
their god is money
their god is gold
gluttonous clergy
with fat necks
robs the naive
milks them of their money
where is god where?
is he in church? - no
does he know well? - no
what's going on here
here all ideals seem to be nothing
here you stop thinking about tomorrow
here you don't think about whores and fucking
you don't think about fighting and rebellion
police station
you only think about how to get out of it
you only think about how to save your own skin
for your own good you rat on your friends
you find yourself thinking - I'm a coward
police station
they made a coward out of you
they are the ones who made a coward out of you with their brutal behavior
the true gift of personality destruction
a policeman serves his country
police station
when you are face to face
with a sadist in uniform
don't lower your head
look him straight in the face
don't give way
don't bend down
unless it's for a stone
to throw at his head
with a chain
give your answer
you are fighting for a just cause
so keep fighting
the prison system
is inhuman
the institution
of red-hot iron
branding the body of the villain
has survived to this day
only some of the
barbaric props have been abandoned
finding yourself behind the wall
you quickly realize
that you can expect nothing
but the shame of your clothes, the shame of enslavement
and a shaved head
you can expect nothing
from the world that rejected you
so you create your own world
based on brutal laws
full of cruelty and violence
a world where the strong rule
and the weak are relegated to the role of slaves
there are no other possibilities
since there are no other role models
the prisoner is kept
in conditions of isolation from society
in an environment of similar
antisocial individuals
in an atmosphere of constant prison terror
and humiliation of human dignity
all this is intended to serve resocialization
to enable a return to normal life
however, it is strange that
helping
a person return to society
involves isolating him
from this society
and this in very degrading conditions
the prisoner's only goal is
to inflict blind revenge
the desire for revenge
fucks your brain
the desire for revenge
results from the belief
that severe punishments will provide you
a sense of justice
rockets paid for with the lives of poor children
every element
is made from the flesh of hungry children
hunger and death
a hand without the strength to ward off flies
legs you can clasp at the thigh
skin rubbing against the ribs
bloated bellies
bloated bellies
chapped lips
covering toothless gums
sunburned forehead
eyes glowing with resignation
and the question... the question
why?
rockets paid for with the lives of poor children
every element
is made from the flesh of hungry children
hunger and death
and the question... the question
why?
everywhere blood
only blood
I see blood
only blood
in my eyes blood
in my thoughts blood
red blood
only blood
flag blood
nation blood
power blood
state blood
hands in blood
melting
I don't want blood
I don't want it
the pavement was lying in the Belvedere
the old, tattered pavement
was lying on the cold floor
was trampled by the rulers
you will find such a pavement everywhere
where their governments are
in England, the Kremlin, the Belvedere
the old, trampled pavement lies
you won't think about it either
you're losing the ability to think
because this pavement is trampled
this is your holy freedom
you won't think about it either
you're losing the ability to think
because this pavement is trampled
this is your fucking freedom
all you see in hard core
is fast music and skateboarding
you say you feel free
riding a skateboard
your god skateboard
it's a strange freedom when you skate on the streets
full of hungry and homeless people
on the streets full of the military
on the streets full of cops
your god skateboard
passing prisons and police stations
you break away from reality
you treat ordinary fun as religion
you treat ordinary fun as religion
your god skateboard
you are just another bunch of idiots
for whom hard core
is fast music and skateboarding
you treat ordinary fun as religion
your god skateboard
we have to live in the real world
and not pretend it doesn't exist
we sneeze in ghettos full of beer
ghettos full of smoke and punk
can't we afford a different reaction
than childish rebellion and then slavery
can't we live differently
than just deny everything
we talk about freedom for hours
and limit ourselves only to music
we're not interested in work we live
on someone else's account no future fuck off
our rebellion is just a formal protest
to soothe our remorse
we do nothing to change this world
because it's politics after all
we do nothing to change ourselves
violence alcohol mindless vegetation
after we've had enough we accept the system
we finish school we go to the office
we go to the factory we make babies
we do nothing to change ourselves
work does not exist for us
freedom and satisfaction
we cannot achieve without work
without independent thinking
without action and without struggle
passivity and laziness
are the cause of poverty and slavery
we must stop destroying
and start building
I am alone, lonely like a dog
that anyone can kick
I am alone, trying to defend myself
like a dog that has had its teeth pulled out
you are alone, lonely like a dog
that anyone can kick
you are alone, trying to defend yourself
like a dog that has had its teeth pulled out
there are many of us lonely dogs
beaten and kicked every day
there are many of us lost
destroyed and killed every day
why can't we join together into a whole
that could break down all the walls
they have pulled out our teeth
but we still have our claws
several false articles
in official newspapers
about bandits from the West
have made their
pseudo-nationalist slogans
and right-wing brutality
are you having fun when someone suffers?
you son of a bitch, insecure about your manhood
you represent nothing
but banditry and stupidity
you are so brave
that you even need a knife
real Nazis rule your country
real Nazis teach in your schools
fascist slogans are preached by the clergy
fascist slogans
you represent nothing
but banditry and stupidity
you talked to the people
they trusted you
they believed you
they elected you
they thought you really cared about them
because you said
a lot of things like that
you're just another fucking politician
but as soon as you
put your face in the trough
you forgot about them
you took off the mask from your face
you only care about yourself
and your pocket
power and money
satisfy your vanity
you're just another fucking politician
talk to him - fuck off
they create divisions
to control us
they create borders
to control us
they cause wars
racial divisions
so that you hate
the one on the other side
from a small child
you become a tool
you can't escape them anymore
they'll find you everywhere
love the land only
until the barbed wire
behind the barbed wire
it's not your homeland anymore
respect the authorities respect the governments
respect the army and offices
respect the law and the police
cultural inquisition
respect the school church of God
respect the king president
respect the deputies senators
love the country hate your enemies
your values are nothing to me
your thinking makes me laugh
your imagination is not imagination
it is a bunch of senseless desires
people with faces consumed by hatred
eyes shining with wild madness
deceive the masses, look for the guilty
direct hatred towards other nations
deceive the masses, look for the guilty
direct hatred towards other nations
so that people sometimes don't look at them
so that their crimes remain unknown
look at the man
not at his faith
look at the man
and not his nationality
and then it's possible
that it will occur to you
that it's the man who counts
and not his race
I accuse you of having blood-stained hands
I accuse you of the cries of widows and mothers
I accuse you of bloody corpses
I accuse you of the corpses of hungry children
I accuse you of people dying of starvation
I accuse you of living in stench and filth
I accuse you of killing humanity
I accuse you of interfering with human conscience
I accuse you of training society
I accuse you
they want to destroy my mind
they want to destroy me
they want me to stop thinking
to stand in line and obey orders
they fight with my mind every day
dead people programmed
priest cop teacher psychologist
they want me to die and be dead like them
let's hold hands tightly
under no circumstances let's let go
it's better to die than to be dead
in unity is strength so let's unite
Hard core has become fashionable
Put on a hood and drink an apple
Do it secretly so no one sees you
You're straight edge, that's your strength
No beer, fuck me
When I drink, I'm straight edge
When I smoke, I'm straight edge
When I get wasted, I'm straight edge
When I fuck a girl, I'm straight edge
No beer, fuck me