Тексты песен «Kaospilot»

What happened to our culture? Suddenly all of us became products of our environment. With the aim of individuality, mobility, flexibility and effectivity - our anxiety expands. The vampire kisses and we are infected one...

Arm your fists with smashed bottles. Aim at the patriarchal portraits.Repacked sex keeps your interest as we were living fuck machines. Nothing falls early or too late. Assault your pity. The revolted eye is closed. Her...

Another useless statement. This conversation is dead. We sit and talk for hours. But nothing is really said. You look at me: I look at you. "Everything is fine". So concerned about maintaing our pretty facade. But...

Somehow the fire went out and these winter days left me cold. Spending my days counting empty bottles really don't satisfy me anymore. Walls built to protect are closing in now ready to destroy. I need to fight them,...

Silent genocide whole nations left to die, and we are so sad to tell you this cure is not for free. You cannot pay, so you will have to die. And we are so sorry this is just the way it works we would rather see you dead...

Mankind is measure. This process is set. We cry for a change - we call for a change. But without movement we stand still. This is a face of a speechless subject. These faces are killing. Monologue without meaning: "for...

Everything of today is falling. It's decaying. Who will support this life? Do you? Feel the passion to embrace this life? These are the men of today. I am a prologue to better players. Follow my example: Teach to fly -...

I do not feel very comfortable here. What made me is unclear, but I still feel kind of trapped. Love or hate. I did my best to run away from my passions. I was close but my circumstances did not allow me. After an aeon...

Sometimes at bus stops and on daytime soaps you can here people say " no peace for the wicked" They never offer a nuanced version. And maybe words are just noise or a set of marks on paper. Robots took on the outside of...

Death squads trained to serve the pigs rage for hegemony. Blood bath scenario- violence strikes again. And while greed writes the history, human rights still are a term not spoken. This is a rouge- coloured policy,...

It's hard to rise. When another weight is put on your broken back. We give with our left hand with our right hand we take ten folds back. It's not our acts that kill it's more the fact that we never act. We smile and...