Agathocles / Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Album • 1994
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Cripple Bastards
Album • 1994
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No more...masked racism.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 09, 2025
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The bomb has completed its flight and now it's exploding among innocent children... FACES TWISTED WITH FEAR... There's no time to realize what has caused this immense pain, RED ON WHITE, THE METAPHOR IS CLEAR... Images of war / Images of pain. Images of war / Images of pain. [SOMETHING MORE TO ADD:] "The game has been the same for centuries; players change, masters change, weapons develop, but the result is always the same - murder. There's nothing progressive, nothing good, just suffering, fear and pain. On every side victims... here from communism to nationalism, there from democracy to leftists or nazis, rightists or stalinists, capitalists etc. etc... It's all the same - the only thing that changes is the iconography. Killers became heroes, heroes became kings, liars became lawyers, real men became traitors and cowards. What an irony." [Taken from B.Z.R.'s Split LP with Nula]
Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 09, 2025
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Anni di tristezza, cazzate in televisione Divertimenti imposti... discoteca e stadio Il tuo misero sfogo nella totale sottomissione. Italia di merda Italia di merda Italia di merda L'Italia del perbenismo, l'Italia dei leccaculo è la patria dei coglioni che non usano il cervello han bisogno di qualcuno che li affoghi nello schifo. Italia di merda Italia di merda Italia di merda Muoio nel mio disgusto, sommerso dal vostro marciume. Soffoco in una strada affollata di apatia, intossicato dalla merda che ingoiate tutti i giorni. Italia di merda Italia di merda Italia di merda
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 09, 2025
La mia generazione annega nel falso benessere costruito su un sistema di consenso; a gente come me non é concessa la parola, ci sarà sempre qualcuno che penserà per noi, agirà per noi, camperà su di noi. La mia generazione - ragazzi morti... La mia generazione - ...morti per vivere bene. [COMMENTO:] La mia generazione é come un albero dalle radici morte. Viviamo la nostra sconfitta passivamente, senza lacrime. Lontani dal rischio di seguire le nostre convinzioni; Essere noi stessi? NO. Non ce l'ha mai chiesto nessuno. Sarebbe troppo scomodo, troppo doloroso.
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 09, 2025
[COMMENTARY:] You try to consolidate people's infedelities... sex seen as a dope-type recreation, an inalienable diversion.. ..or a technique to exalt the nearly always trampled female ego. "She feels reborn..." ...in the guise of a fucking bitch. A parallel form of humiliation, in fact (this time) self-humiliation. And your pseudo-pornographic freedom won't stand up. Next door. Your profit's results spread like wildfire... The last uncontaminated feelings... rr thrown away, spit down, straight down to your packed-out W.C. Love, friendship, respect, sincerity... rr out of fashion. SOMETIMES I NEED SOMEONE TO EMBRACE, NOT NECESSARILY SOMEONE TO FUCK. Next door. Your shitty sexist propaganda... sponsored by falsity, exhibitionism and mental backwardness. But now... now I can feel the strongest will joining my rage, the will of smashing this shit down, the will of voicing my dissent against your ignorance and mediocrity, the will of screamin' till I see blood pouring from my mouth...: Must destroy this sexist society!! Must destroy it!!!!!!!!!!!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 09, 2025
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Era l'ultima cosa che dovevi imparare. Scansare il tuo sguardo dal mio, non incontrare piu' i miei occhi, che sono capaci di guardare dietro ai tuoi. Ora sei perfetta. Tutti sono contenti di te. Ti stai realizzando. Peccato che non esista piu' alcun pensiero nella tua testa. Consumare, eliminare, scopare-venire, dormire... e' la tua vita. Forse anche i sogni hanno abbandonato la tua camera ... Ti odio. Non provo una semplice antipatia nei tuoi confronti: il mio e' odio brutale, omicida. E' acido solforico sputato sui tuoi occhi. Ho paura di te. Penso che un giorno sarai tra di loro. La mia vita dipendera' dai tuoi interessi. Costretto ad accettare le tue decisioni volute dalla maggioranza. Costretto a mangiare la tua merda per farti star meglio. Costretto a passare notti insonni abbandonato dai miei sogni, credo che ti daro' la mia vita. Meglio esser fatto di carne morta che di plastica.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 09, 2025
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Who has decided this way? I can't scream ... stuck-throat. A natural image - a stabbing pain in my sad soul. Two separated warm hands, then a look behind a pane, then a wet presence on my face, then the silence of my narcotic world ... Who has decided this way? I can't sleep ... I'm so alone. I visualize your face - and I think that my life's gone. Firstly I see your tearful eyes then the barred doors of a train I don't think about suicide - 'coz I know, we'll meet again. IN THIS WORLD CAN'T EXIST A GOD. SPIRITUAL MASOCHISM SLIT THIS THROAT. IT'S A SORT OF SELF-EXCITEMENT ... A MACABRE REPERTORY UNDER MY MODEST CLOTHES. I think about all those days brushing against my old cicatrixes I try to go back ... to conventionality. But I think it's so unfair ... I can't give a fuck. A bitter shit to swallow, living in costant hate.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 09, 2025
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Cops!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 09, 2025
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