1. |
no interest, no remorse
03:43
|
|
||
The world is just so easy, there is no remorse
as long as we're not thinking, about the consequences
Life is awesome
Living for the moment, present satisfaction
in a selfish lifestyle
We don't give shit on future generations
No !
We'll pay the price for our behavior
Convenience supports corruption
We watched the process, blank-faced, reckless
It's time for change! it's now or never
This materialistic lifestyle,
we never think of what we do,
so programmed and so affected, we're flooded with bullshit...
WE'VE WAITED FAR TOO LONG !
|
||||
2. |
passion vs fashion
02:35
|
|
||
Poisoned by the money and affected by society
he told me how to do my work.
We should play the music that everybody likes
in order to get rich and famous.
He’ll never understand
and I tell the same old
story once again
that we don’t care bout
popularity.
We’re living our dream.
We won’t create a trendy mix of bullshit.
And we will never sell our souls for profit.
Cause passion is the key
to satisfaction.
When he told his stories I think I lost a friend.
He had become so superficial.
Every day the same old shit about money and career.
This stupid crap just makes me sick.
Speak to my hand.
I’m not interested.
Speak to my hand.
I’m not interested.
|
||||
3. |
controlled by mr. telly
01:42
|
|
||
Tell me… Is this reality? Give me a helping hand…
Life’s not what it seems to be
They want to repress your opinion; the media tells you what to do!
Time after time, is that a problem for years?
Is there a way, to live your own dreams, questions won’t get out of my head....
There is just one thing left to say
Wanna make decisions on my own
There is just one thing left to say
Wanna react in my own way
There is just one thing left to say
I don’t need a voice now, which tells me what to do
I try to realize
What this world gives to me
I try to realize
Is there someone you can trust??
|
||||
4. |
hard to sleep
02:39
|
|
||
Do you know these days, they come and go
Your anger’s great your batteries’re low
Life’s not easy, where’s my last chance
There’s no one left to hold my hand
Do you know what I’m talking about
No matter what I do, it’s all in vain
What can I do until tomorrow, with all these debts today
So many dreams but there are sorrows,
Depress me everyday
How can I end this daily horror?
I’d like to run away
I’m sitting here, depressed, alone
Where are my friends, where have they gone!
I’m just waiting for better times
Got too much of beer and wine
I cannot understand, what’s going on
My life has come to such an awful ending
Oh I can’t see a chance to survive,
Will there be an end??
|
||||
5. |
empty road
00:53
|
|
||
Sometimes I wanna be alone
Sometimes everything goes wrong
Sometimes I wanna be alone
Sometimes everything goes wrong
So wrong... I’m on an empty road, with no hope
But there’s music
The reason that keeps me alive
In awful reality
An endless tragedy
|
||||
6. |
unwanted and inculpated
02:20
|
|
||
I see those cheerless faces
and disappointment!
I see those cheerless faces
and disappointment!
Sorrow!
How can it be, the endless annoyance - how much can a family bear?
Useless efforts for a life with future, but the government says no!
We send them back,
we send them back,
without turning a hair!
I see those cheerless faces and disappointment.
Wasted time - they're like me and you.
Broken dreams - deportation.
Moral breakdown, no more justice, what's the reason ? Xenophobia?
We send them back....
How can someone sleep at night ?
Preconceptions, will they end tonight ?
|
||||
7. |
||||
Everyday I enter a world
with a so-called modern society
The guy with the white pride tattoo on the right hand makes me sick
As well as stupid old ladies staring at a black man anxiously, for heaven’s sake!
The lack of education, is splitting our nation
The breeding ground for racists and one more strife
Breathe in the fragrance of desperation
Everyday I’m gasping for more
Welcome, welcome to another redneck nation
We celebrate society’s downfall
Whats going on here today, something is in the air, a curious look hits my face, I cannot believe...
All these bastards around, ready to rumble. This is not a dream! I cannot believe...
Words cannot express what I see and words cannot express what I feel
|
||||
8. |
||||
I can’t believe what you’re saying to me
You try to convince people with your
Strange ideology
A raging person, what was going on?
Sometimes things happen between people that cause scars, so deep that they will never entirely heal?
I tell you...
We all know that something’s wrong with you
Your self-hate… Your hopeless attitude
You were never a person with a life full of friends
Maybe guy, this could be your last chance
To change what you try to be, why do you need a scapegoat, an enemy??
But then you’re stammering words bout how governments have to act, bout how they have to work and how they have to react
Are you proud and satisfied with yourself? Do you like that when you focus your hate on the others?
|
The Frantic Arts Graz, Austria
The Frantic Arts are a 5 piece punkrock band from Styria/Austria, formed in autumn 2006. Their sound is influenced by dynamic hardcore parts as well as melodic components in two voices. The lyrics mostly deal with socialcritical themes or tell stories about everyday life. In November 2009 they finished their first record "Earthquakes & Disco Grooves"... ... more
If you like The Frantic Arts, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp