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War Spoils / [untitled]
Cripple Bastards
EP • 1993
16 Tracks
Cripple Bastards
EP • 1993
You told me that I'm a paranoiac 'cos I'm a person who lives on stressing joints, 'cos there's nothing I love in this fuckin' world, so you told that my brain is psychologically insane... Open your ears fuckin' asshole, I'd rather choose the way of an insane paranoiac than follow a plastic society again and again... MY HATE AGAINST CONFORMITY IS AN UNAFFECTED FEELING!! I'd rather choose the way of an insane paranoiac... I'd rather choose the way of an insane paranoiac...
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 09, 2025
Yesterday I sat on this ground, waiting for a reconciliatory look I waited... in the hope of seeing it (But my optimistic enthusiasm was broken off...) Without a shadow of justice When "someone" will call down his revenge Upon these grey, rotting walls... (...your innocent world will break down) I'm waiting, in the hope of seeing him Without a shadow of justice
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 16, 2026
Catch this message, continue my silent war. There's a round table against something that can hurt their stupid world. It's time to put our cards on that table....
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 09, 2025
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Ulcerative deletion... Petrochemical tears. Concentration of rebel spontaneity absorbed in the accusatory crowd. War spoils.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 09, 2025
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You can't leave your triumphant enemies, you try to fight them with the handle of a knife. Resigned. Your regression. Exhibitionist ego. Your infantilism.
Submitted by Morgoth — 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 Dahmers Fridge — Nov 09, 2025
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