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Basics
01:53
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Lyrics written by Marcin Werner.
Both we can design our pain
When anxiety goes on through your veins
I can teach you how to extract the worst of its wastes:
eccentric behaviours, introvertic disease
Such a compound lesson for a Man on its knees
Mark my words cause maybe once we meet
You'll be ready with a set gathered from my wasted tears
Collection's detailed
Basics defined
I hope it sheds some fucking light
With no essentials back in drain
I'm not in superstitions, but pessimism won't let go
You're looking for compassion?
It's waiting in the queue
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Intoxicated
04:50
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Lyrics written by Marcin Werner.
There is not a fucking victim as long as you are intoxicated
Forced to transpose shame in to guilt
There's a voice of the reason inside this skull
I have taught you nothing, but I'll show you what you are
You may not want to hear a word I say, but you've been listening so far
Mistaken, confused, conflicted and used
Miserable, exhausted and drained, so weak you can see the pain
Inflicted, in anguish, naive to your vices
Nailed down with a weight of the issue, this state must not continue
I know that it drives you crazy
I know that it's bigger than me
I know that if I'll say something you will say that I know nothing
You know that you're fucking wasted
Yet you call it complicated
You may call it complex failure
I suggest you call it later
Controlled by a toxic friend
Consumed by everything you were told not to be
Correct your defiled condition
Confront this personalized false dispossession
I am not expecting you to reform
At least stop acting, like a worthless scum
You will be punished, right at your fucking end, cause flesh will not pretend
Intoxicated
Forced to transpose shame in to guilt
While you are slave to substance, you're burying reward system
You err throughout the grief
Were you entangled by the strings of disbelief?
The same old story, another drama you will complete
Fuck!
Mistaken, confused, conflicted and used
Miserable, exhausted and drained, so weak you can see the pain
Inflicted, in anguish, naive to your vices
Nailed down with a weight the of issue, don't let this state continue
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Lyrics written by Marcin Werner & Dariusz Urbański
Time spilled out like sands from an hourglass
Never thought it had a meaning, now I see it meant a thing
(tell me, tell me...)
How should I sort my stuff each day
If the time ain't got the context past is served on plastic tray
I am not the blatant deadbeat that corrupts the others lives
I am careful of my actions when I'm dealing with a knife
I am a martyr trapped underneath the grime
My sweet saviour please wake me up and then let me cry
For all my failures left inside a bubble when my time went by
Take into account your wasted days
Should have thought a little bit more at the first place
As so they never come back I see my dreams run by
On the path to the brain right from a blinded eye
Time spilled, I have no more
Let me spill some more
Clock is ticking in slomo
Look, i'm fucking 24, oh
Yeah, I'm living the moment
Trigger, shot and reloaded
I don't have time to loathe the fact I'm just getting fucking older
Life in disorder
Tell me I'm nothing
Put me in the coffin
Let it be a fucking warning
For everybody not cherishing their life and
Don't mind me, I'm bluffin,
Don't mind me, I'm nothing
All my distractions created a rift that broken me in half
Inside this fracture my future plans are put aside
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Rest in Hatred
03:26
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Lyrics written by Marcin Werner.
I left despise in men's despair
There I shall not forget the guilt I've hidden within
I may have been in a council of hope, now I'm dictator of hate
We both have tightened the rope that have been wrapped around our necks
I am a fucking parasite that slept inside your nest
I'll spread the swarm of failures, wait till I lay my filthy eggs
You think you're pure, but you're here with me
We've opened up wounds for our lair
Everytime that you spoke I heard those dreadful threats
Ever since we have lied I never felt regrets, but now I see all of the trauma that came with our debts
We buried hatred down in the dirt
That's only matter of time when we'll meet
There is no fate for corrupted world
Karma is reaching hands, but they're not long enough
We're full of toxic air we're breathing out all along
Deception's a war machine that's filled with sacred words
I never really hoped for hand that would have taken us out of this hole
You gotta rip us out root and stem until this world goes fucking cold
My body feels so spineless when I refuse to love
You know you can't deny that we've never been that cruel
You recognize the voice only when it screams for your pathetic help
The end is upon us, we're drowning in the mud, heading towards pitch black and there is nothing I can do about that
That's why I'm equally atrocious in this scenario, cause I contribute to death by doing nothing at all
We left despise
In our despair
Now we're lost within
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Early Days
04:19
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Lyrics written by Marcin Werner.
I am loyal to my roots and you should know it's a fact
Guys I heard what you wrote, what the fuck is that
I'm not staying late at nights, cause I'm keeping it heavy when the sun's still bright
I never felt such discouragement, cause somehow you chose to quit for this garbage
I think you lost the point in the dark and now I'm one who is having remarks
(to conclude we need a story…)
I felt a spark of joy back before we even met
Took you only a year to make me feel like shit
Gave up all of my health to not let our ship sink
Even tho I carried on you kept on blaming me
That's unacceptable for my faithful ears to hear: “we're going to hard to get on top of a scene”
I don't care about fame I'm going blood, sweat and tears
You always seemed like you were better now I'm calling it quit
I may have dried up the brush but you've been painting with shit
I have dreamt about the future where ships soared up to the skies
I never thought it'll disappoint me therefore I slept through those late nights
Suddenly it started shatter when you called it just a phase
And with all my disappointment I woke up on early days
I kept myself together so that tear wouldn't shed,
but my blood has boiled when you went online
and it squeezed my guts when I heard it live
You mixed the colours, but they turned out bleak
How could you flake on me
Our cruise started at harbor, but It never saw the sea
Thought you're going for horizon, but you changed from yacht to skiff
I was always scared of drowning, but I'll go down with this ship
I'll say it clearly on my own behalf
I'm not straying from the path
I woke up on eary...
Days-
-came out so fast that I couldn't recover and by that time I've been ferociously trodden
Since I learned to forgive I forgot to remember the names
I can define your consumption with a simple assumption
I have dealt with a failure, but my will have won
That's how I show you in few steps how it's fucking done
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Lyrics written by Marcin Werner.
Motherfucker
You think you got a worldly wisdom, but you ain’t know a thing
You’re just a pussy in a corner pulling string after string
This song is not about the clowns, but i guess it’s still about one
Said you doesn’t cry that often, bitch now it’s the fucking time
All your words, all the judgments, those went all in vain
You think you broke free from us, but you just loosened our chain
How many other people will you push aside if you just can’t stand the fact that we have used to criticize
Talking shit about the man that brought you only pain, bitch you don’t know what’s comin till you cross with me
Said you got a smart conclusion from the journey we had, may I suggest you one? no one is giving a shit
You’re still a fucking rat that never got out of cage
You are not who you think you are, that’s why you won’t handle with me
(you punk…)
Listen to us carefully and try to follow it, You're not a piece of art, you're just the piece of shit
We may have never deserved to be your fucking friends, but still I think it would be best for us if we had never met
Can you hear me? Can`t you see through? Can you hear us? You’re just a cunt noone betrayed you
Painting yourself as the victim just to cover up the truth
You are such an easy target, I can see right through
You think you got a worldly wisdom but you ain’t know a thing
You’re just a pussy in a corner pulling string after string
Don't say a word about people, you're worse than all of them, motherfucker, “hypocrite" should be your middle name
You said your lines didn’t have to be personal, I now assure you that those are
Called me by a lack of talent, now I’m calling you out
I know you were looking down on me cause you’re a frightened cunt
Took my last piece of asylum because of a wrong decision
You have tied my vision
If you`re so picky about friends, they may go out of stock
Glad you found at least one toady that acts as your swiss clock
Pretending to be antichrist, you think it makes you cool
Go and look at your lap dog boy, he was praying to a fool
Mixing hardcore with grunge turned out nothing but a blunder
This shit died back with your idol let me handle you a plunger
If you`re matching his style, besides buying the dye I think that quitting the game seems like it’s worth of try
I have showed you horror that will follow you for a more than month or two
Try to speak about the hate…
Things you said about the rape...
You fucking psychopath
We don’t care about your views, but I won’t let you off this way
Even if you’ll slander me in public, I will keep it all the same till end
We are not your puppets, but anyway you couldn’t be our master
These knots weren’t loosen up with love, this is our violent answer
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Violent Answer Poznań, Poland
Nu-hardcore
Poznań, Poland
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