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Hours of Pain
02:30
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7am the alarm clock is possessed
no way it'll let me sleep and I'm already stressed
8am and the bus is late
I wish I was in bed dreaming with my skate
9am and I get to work
it's time to pretend and to act like a jerk
1pm and it's time to eat tofu with french fries and JFA on repeat
Hours of pain everyday
no one can take them away
daily routine is driving me mad
8 hours where I wish I was dead
4pm and I stare at the clock
constantly counting the seconds to leave the flock
5pm and I shut the door
today's over but tomorrow there's more
6pm and I'm getting home
but I'm fucking tired I just wanna be alone
7pm and my day is over
but already next day is getting closer
Hours of pain everyday
no one can take them away
daily routine is driving me mad
8 hours where I wish I was dead
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2. |
Rat Race
01:22
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Born in the middle of fucked up competitions
where already god and money have made my decisions
rotting everyday in my mother's dreams
career opportunities i don't know what that means
I cannot think I can not breathe
I'm on this rat race where i didn't choose to be in
I cannot feel I can not dream
they made me this living dead wandering through my routine
I don't wanna live numb and stuck to your lies
feeding interests old habits and beliefs that don't die
watching this cold world sinking in blood and starvation
having kids that sewing shoes was their only education
I cannot think I can not breathe
I'm on this rat race where i didn't choose to be in
I cannot feel I can not dream
they made me this living dead wandering through my routine
How can I think?
when my mind is gone
How can I breathe?
with all this pressure on
How can I feel?
when I am already dead
How can I dream?
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3. |
Family Portrait
01:08
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Fifteen years of marriage
faking smiles when they're not alone
father dreams with a private office
mother stays with the kids at home
No I'm not like you
I won't be like you
No it'll not get me
It'll never get me
Mother slammed to the ground
scared kids under the bed
there's no god on this fucking world
when dad is seeing red
No I'm not like you
I won't be like you
No it'll not get me
It'll never get me
No I'm not like you
I won't be like you
No it'll not get me
It'll never get me
The family portrait hanged on the wall
lies and frustrations sad miserable relations
having your life made bearable by pills
the killing regrets of your unhappy decisions
The perfect portrait on the wall
Lies frustrations miserable relations
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Bedtime Stories
01:44
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Tell your kids about slaughterhouses and the meat on their plates
the wasted resources and the pollution it creates
how we kill and exploit in this food industry
the suffer we cause and refuse to see
They will tell you that we're all sick fucks
and why the hell don't we even stop
Tell them about our lack of compassion
the pressure outside to not raise any question
a tradition of torture that covers our eyes
cause we all benefit from the comfort of lies
They will tell you that we're all sick fucks
and why the hell don't we even stop
have we looked inside are we really free
or just slaves of what we're taught to see
Trapped in old habits
that they're not fucking mine
trapped in this cruelty
trapped in this fucking crime
We kill we exploit we use and abuse
is it really a freedom of choice when others are not free to choose
we torture we entertain ourselves we like to play god
the bedtime stories we never tell cause its so hard to stop
Tell your Kids!
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5. |
Terrorvision
01:59
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You sit on your ass and watch TV everyday
the TV host is your god and you pray and obey
life's good on the couch with the remote in your hand
yeah you've total control about what enters your head
Consumerism injections on a precise animation
offering your kids top notch education
even the news with that sexy blonde reporter
covering the lies of this new world order
Retarded propaganda shoved into your brain
you're the product of the shit that they feed you everyday
the manipulated puppet with only fiction in his head
unaware that real terrorism comes from your tv set
Already dead inside with no hope for resurrection
the reality shows comes as pills for your depression
media prozac on the kids beauty(pageant) show
exploitation makes you dream with glitter and glow
Retarded propaganda shoved into your brain
you're the product of the shit that they feed you everyday
the manipulated puppet with only fiction in his head
unaware that real terrorism comes from your tv set
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6. |
Where We Belong
01:38
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We are all kids all together no age no gender
no matter what happens we never surrender
what we carry inside you will never understand
this feeling that belongs to us is more than a trend
The small venues the squats the all ages shows
the dirty old floors where everything goes
fuck your clubs your bouncers and your sponsorships
we don't need no fucking brands representing the kids
Where there's no place for this fucked up society
away from all the shit that's killing me
kids doing it for the kids
doing it ourselves what we believe
where against the tide we stand strong
that's the place where we belong!
Kids running distros and booking shows
the photocopied zines that we read to grow
the critical spirit and the social awareness
keeping us together in all this madness
where your values have no voice
where your indifference is not a choice
where against the tide we stand strong
that's the place where we belong!
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Kids Decay Lisbon, Portugal
5 Piece of Lisbon's most pissed and lazy D.I.Y Hardcore Punk.
destroyityourself@gmail.com
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