Dark Season / Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Album • 1992
50 Tracks
Cripple Bastards
Album • 1992
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Forced smile. Internal delays. Concentrate of lies Your intransigent simpathy to obtain my conformity Your intransigent simpathy to change my opinions Your eyes - Repugnant triangles scratching my face Intransigent - Promulgator of a well-mannered mentality Too mediocre for being assimilated PEOPLE SMILING, INSIDE DISGUSTED HATING ME, THE INFECTED
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
A raving world at my back My mind bursts into cold tears Another day ended in pain This is a routine that will go on year after year When I am enveloped by darkness My eyes continue to see... There's a wall in front of me A wall that obstructs all my plans When the silence absorbs my room My mind is deep in thought... My protest died but my hate survived And it'll prevent me from falling asleep MY SERENITY IS ABOUT TO DIE MY SERENITY WON'T STEP ASIDE
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Variations in my headache Fists in what they call "soul" Something wrong with those shitheads
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
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Another day passed in fear.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 09, 2025
Far away from me, perhaps this is the best solution. Drown in the abyss of your mediocrities, return to life as a loser - smile lazily at your "rebel" past... Disappear into the crowd that not long ago you hated and accused, but which, after all, isn't so different from you... You're deeply attracted, a new existence falling into same old routines. Foreseeable actions, you're nothing without them. IT DOESN'T RUN IN YOUR VEINS / CAN'T BE ASSIMILATED BY YOUR MIND. [COMMENTARY:] Lacking enthusiasm and individuality, feel the usefulness of "being against", disappear in a non-protesting crowd. Punk seen as a childish fashion. Museum-freak.
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 09, 2025
12/5/1989... You're accused of "rolling" I know, my noise can't debase your life But your vectors won't change my introspections
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Indulgent curiosity, unintentional ability... Irenic Acceptable paradoxes, telepathic sex... Irenic Booth of sadness, answer to all my problems... Irenic
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
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Preferisco star solo piuttosto che con qualcuno che mente Vive per fregare costantemente tutti Preferisco star solo, non far massa con la vostra isteria Preferisco star solo piuttosto che mercificare il mio "essere io" Diventare come voi una parte di niente Preferisco star solo, negativo Chiuso a ogni contatto I'd rather be alone than with someone who lies Lives to rip everybody off all the time I'd rather be alone, not mingle with your hysteria I'd rather be alone than sell my "being myself" Than becoming like you - part of nothing I'd rather be alone, negative Shut off to every contact
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Cops!
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 09, 2025
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Protest's not a mode.
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 09, 2025
Talking eyes, epicentre of torpor. Rain on an impatient web Your hate sleeps in the incorporated grave of your contempt Its desire of being in action sleeps on the definiteness of your silence Break the seals, don't bury your light
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
[This one has no lyrics/words. GTB screams carelessly. Voice can be an instrument too. "Grimcorpses" is the name of our earlier band, back in 1987, when we were 13/15 years old and we used to rehearse in a dusty room at the top of a gristmill. This song belongs to those tragic/peaceful days.]
Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 2025
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Vomiting free,in the streets,near a church. What can be awaked....
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 09, 2025
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In the streets, in my house, everywhere... WHY?? Die, f*ckin' cops! Die, f*ckin' cops!!!
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
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"earnestness" - something i can't call freedom... too rigid "ratiocination" ...but where's a smile among those upset screens Always standing on the same old picture: money Disagreeable selections: - you die in comfortable emptiness / - i live my tragic oddness, alone but free
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
Fuckin' trasparence of an imposition.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 09, 2025
The remembrance of the human race Confines his freedom everywhere
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
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Invisible chip of emotions projected in the human sphere Uncertainty or sadness are the only reactions of a fanciful mind; Sense of perversion, aggressive hate... Stagnant feelings entangled in sinews My brain's wrapped by hydrophobic webs Your plastic existence will conduct it near the nervous breakdown My conformity would mean complete annihilation, mental blackout Suicide left as the ultimate act of freedom, escape. But no, not for you WHERE PEOPLE SEE A PROMISING FUTURE I CAN ONLY DISCERN AN ENDLESS ABYSS
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026
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Dreamin behina a cold,insensible pane. Thinkin' about the outside world.(x2) Plannin violent actions against the outside/world......(x2) The outside/world!!!
Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 09, 2025
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