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Known of these guy forever, finally gave them a chance, sounds like helmet strap it on era!

Let's keep things started! GUNDAM FIGHT ALL SETS! READY?! GO!

best produced hardcore album ever

HxC!!!🤘🤘🔥🔥ala medUla!

This visualizer works! The wooden dolls that separate and get smaller and smaller (Faith No More and outside of Polland). I think Russia has them. Forgot their name.

Kudos, Snapcase and Mr. Evetts.

This song makes my taint wet.

Lyrics I run and i fall while the world keeps on running, running right by them don't bother to lend a hand. they want me to follow, but i can't understand. and i'll wait, i'll wait, but they don't acknowledge me. i've bought the answers even when i disagreed. breaking...breaking my inhibitions...reaching...reaching my destinations. when your sinking you'll learn to edify. treat yourself like someone, give someone a piece of your mind. regrets are token of what had gone untold. you're only special when you break from the mold. breaking...breaking my inhibitions...reaching...reaching my destinations

Lyrics We don't see her behind her molded worth, and she excepts it, or regrets it. we consume her shell. she must refuse his pride. this world she must defy...defy they will sell her as a mindless game, and you're a winner when you own her. what we expect is vain. doors don't open and she suffocates, and she will teach us and makes some changes, but we don't learn a thing. we don't see her...we don't see her...we'll consume her, but we don't see her.

Your poisoning the sole essence, poisoning your whole existence for the substitution of cognition, walking around like the living dead. killing yourself...killing yourself...why do we kill ourselves to live? wafer thin, new role models suffer yourself caught in a fashion spin. full subscription, false admission, walking around with an empty head a standard wage, routine daily, overindulge and live inside a cage. repetition of blurred vision. minimum gain from the blood we shed.

roti

Brinant!

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So, would you sell your life Would you sell your soul Have you sold your thoughts to greed's control Do you have the mind To break away A slave to the man Your life is chained What are you going to do Well you've bought your image and you've lost your soul And where are you going to go When you're all alone with your empty goals Behind these walls and facades you hide We see you smile when you cry inside You cry for life A valued life that one can't buy Success is money? Your life's based on a lie You can't sell You can't sell me So, can you find your life since you've sold your soul Have you lost your heart to greed's control Do you bow down and kiss the ground To your possessions your life is bound

The life you live ignoring who Ignoring who you're giving money to And you, you support the corrupt industries and companies Who don't think to care Guilty, guilty, guilty by ignorance No feeling, no substance, killing You're killing through your ignorance So understand they kill They kill for the sake of capital gain And you don't care to know that your life steals life So take a look at your empty conscience Because ignorance is not innocence You have become, you have become the enemy to those To those victims of greed To those victims of greed To those victims

Do you know yourself Do you know the others Can you pull the weight that rides on another's shoulders Once you've lost yourself to the acceptance mask Well could you find yourself It's not a simple task Self-inheritance Freedom Comes from within Take a different track It's time to see what you are made of Can you expose yourself Can you peel off another layer Will you make the time The time to control Because only you can save yourself Only you can save your soul And once you save yourself Insecurities will die Genuine qualities And true character will shine Now that you belong to you What will the others think Well, soon they'll follow you You'll see they're all so weak Come on Can you, let go Can you, be you

Such a classic banger

This man has a set of lungs.

This band sucks so bad. Vocals are literally the same in every fuckin song. Change your melod.

this really does remind me of helmet

Those wooden step dolls were from Poland too.

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Fuckin banger.

The reason i bought a piccolo snare back in 2000

*She must refuse his pride* *This world she must defy*

F*#kin awesome

never read the lyrics til today. they were pretty ahead of their time

Snapcase made me a better human.

THIS HAND OF MINE IS BURNING RED

The Polish twist cap wooden thingy, no not Russian.

❤ love the polyrythm on this, my new favorite hardcore song rn

Best drummer record ever and it's stupidily slept on. My favorite shit in high school in late 90s

now i can walk through those through those fires that burn in the path of my dreams my soul is my soul is my savior my autonomy you tried to steal it you had me shut down but I'm alive since I have found faith moves faith moves the mountains as fear runs into... the ocean deep take me far away from i've come to claim my confidence and my will. you've had me down, had me standing in my own way, a blinded coward, but now ill follow my lead. learn to walk beyond those who have walked all, walked all over you. so i have found my voice through perseverance, and left the choice to speak the words that have gone unsaid. standing in my own way a blinded coward but now I'll follow my lead...

It's a pity that the drummer hasn´t this sound anymore.. He put away his China-cymbal and tunes his snare in a regular pitch. The complete progression.. Album was a groundbreaking masterpiece!

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genuinely top 10 hardest songs ever

Diabolical snare

No representation of my voice Your prescription set to destroy Our persistence to boycott Silent partners you know we are not [Chorus] We are the signs Of the changing [Verse 2] Perseverance, we've come of age Collective interests to engage [Chorus] We are the signs Of the changing times Cut you down to size These are changing These are changing These are changing times [Verse 3] Your preconceptions Condemning race And your solutions They cramp our space Self-sufficience That is my goal Recognition of some self-control

I wonder what piece of a drum kit is the sound of hitting a wooden stick on a metal trash can, is this a low pitched cowbell or a high tuned snare?

Like helmet but better

There Ain't No Snare So Popping.

hard

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absolute classic

Sick shit forever a fan

I love this jam

I'm old enough that I saw them and the Goo Goo Dolls at Jim Kelly's bar, Network, before it turned into a TGI Fridays.

Reminds me of listening to 89.5 pirate radio from Seton hall around 2001 back when I was about 15

What a burner song

Masterpiece