1. |
Black Tea
03:27
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I can feel the black outside
5 am, hurting
standing up for a few bucks
the lights are fading
boiled water
empty cup
a tea bag inside
the doomsday starts
black tea keeps me warm
turning on my body parts, ready for some action
black tea keeps me warm
black tea is my saviour
exhausted faces all around
partners working, it's now our turn
the robots are laughing at us
all workers parading
for a while we want to die
unsttoping the machines rhythm
through the window seeing outside
the black thing is coming
this place smells like death
smells like poison
this place smells like death
it stinks like you
this place is like a drill
through your brain
this place is nothing more than
suffering and pain
I can't stand it (x3)
anymore
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2. |
One Way Passage
03:22
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It's a lonely place
inside your confused mind
in this windy land
being by your own
Have you ever felt
being so apart?
From the blood of yours
from the seed you raised
Staying so away
from the life you left
staying so away
from their love
have you ever felt
being so away...
you're gone from home
You're gone, for good
You're gone, 'cause life
You're gone, from home
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3. |
Feelings
04:36
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Your feelings have been hurt
this men behaves like shit
your efforts haven't been thanked
what is this kind of being?
why don't you feel fine with yourself?
why don't you feel, why don't you feel
why don't you feel?
you can walk the path
that takes you home
in this side of the road, there's no control
there's no control
Show as you are
be just yourself
and let your mind fly
your anger keeps, your anger keeps
you down
try to be a man, and behave yourself
just be
don't keep all your crap inside
let it go away, let it go away!
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4. |
The Lumberjack
03:44
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The trees of the forest
chop chop chop chop
The trees of the jungle
chop chop chop chop
The trees all around
chop chop chop chop
the trees in my mind
chop chop chop chop
Bearded face
Checked shirt
Gloves in hands
Stoned head
My axe, my arms, my wounds
My job is my life
The path is cut down
The way is cut
I´m the man, the solution
Not an ilusion
Through the jungle
Only green
I´m gonna grow a desert
No more fires
No more hurt
No more agression
Now the earth is only sand
The dust and dirt era
My axe is now broken
I´m gonna chainsaw all
The people go first
Ending with my hands
Sawing fingers, arms and necks
The real solution
The lumberjack is here!
Lumberjack!
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5. |
The God of Gold
03:45
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I sacrified my best resource
made of flesh, skin and bones
tied to the wood with rope
the word he spread had never get
the heart of people and their souls
the end is now with tears of blood
feel the fire and pain
of the God of gold
pride and prejudice
pay now for your sins
Angry shiny God
of the cash and gold
I am the God
I have the Word
pay for my sins and yours
I am the God
with your cash and gold
you're paying for salvation
Angry shiny God
of the cash and gold
Pay now for salvation
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6. |
Love in the Cage
02:29
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I played your foolish game
I played it by your rules
and I lost everything
almost everything
the game I played was not enought
the game you set, almost killed me
because I lost it you were so shelfish
and you want it all for yourself
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7. |
Wasted
03:12
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Lonely I feel lonely, lonely I feel fine
Wasted actions
Miserable life
Wasted actions
Miserable life
You find yourself
far away
you find yourself
red all over
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8. |
Country Living
03:04
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Dark night fears
The light of candles
Cheap talking neighbours
The snake is crawling
Rusty nails
on dirty hands
skin like stone
your bloody fingers
you're living life at the fields
you're in the country
The golden hall
making wine with blood
the harvest party
summer is gone
Cold winter brings
two faces monsters
sucking your life
agony of knowledge
this is... life
this is... country
this is... life
in the country
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9. |
The Weight of Society
01:56
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Trend, No one, Deep inside
Fame, Pursuit,, you're Giving in it up
It's life
we don't care
we owe you nothing
Yes. No. Even more
Death, Young men, Living fast
Life, Our way, Our fucking fate
Lust, Violence, It's in your veins
It's life
we don't care
we owe you nothing
Our way
we don't care
we owe you nothing
Our fate
we don't care
we owe you nothing
this is our gain...
You don't know us
So keep on judging
This is our fate
So keep on judging
We don't care, you're getting nothing
our life, so keep on judging
our way, we owe nothing
this is...
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10. |
Wildness
03:09
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In the empty ground I hear
A sound that chills my hair
Furry body, claws and jaws
and the silence before the war
This is the sound of animals fighting!
Fists on, against each others
The glory and honour broken
Red tasting after the bite
and the screams are natural
Violence is now for free
No more brotherhood feeling
We are the animals
We sound just like fighting
Face-off, against the wall
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11. |
The Cave
04:36
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I left my life in this fucking hole
in this place the light is so low
the black and blue are now my partners
this cave is trapping my soul now
I no longer recognize myself
my face and my mind are changing
my arms are trying to keep me warm
my feet are locked and there's no way out
there's no time and no space
my fingers start to melt
in this fucking hole
stuck in a hole
stuck in the hole of the black and blue
stuck in a hole
stuck in the hole of omission
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SALVAJE Vigo, Spain
SALVAJE nace en el año 2014. Formado por 3 amigos con una sola intención, dar a conocer sus inquietudes a través de su
música. Post Hardcore, Stoner, Punk o Rock son algunos de los estilos que más nos han influenciado.
Nuestro lema es TOCAR,TOCAR y TOCAR!
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