STORM from Hidden Immigrant by FlowerGrylz
Tracklist
6. | STORM | 4:04 |
Lyrics
Notebook Of A Return To A Native Land
By Aimé Césaire
(In English)
Rally to my side my dances
You bad ****** dances
The carman-cracker dance
The prison-break dance
The it-is-beautiful-good-and-legitimate-to-be-a-******-dance
Rally to my side my dances
And let the sun bounce on the racket of my hands
But no, the unequal sun
Is not enough for me
Coil, wind, around my new growth
Light on my cadenced fingers
To you I surrender my conscience and its fleshy rhythm
To you I surrender the fire in which my weakness smolders
To you I surrender the chain gang
To you the swamps
To you the non tourist of the triangular circuit
Devour wind
To you
I surrender my abrupt words…
REFRAIN
By Mark Muszynski
(In German, Polish, and English)
Berliner Maschine, atmet rein die Toxine
Neuer Immigrant, geh sofort zum Arbeitsamt
Ty jesteś Polakiem, czyli jesteś biedakiem
Not Anglo and white, prepare to fight-or-flight
In English:
Berlin machine, breathe in the toxins
New immigrant, go to the employment exchange right away
You’re a Pole, so you’re a poor person
Not Anglo and white, prepare to fight-or-flight
SPOKEN WORD
By Mark Muszynski
You ever wondered
What the fuck you’re actually doing?
You’re breathing in the air
Choking
Under the presumption that’s life
Life is suffering they say
Life is ups and downs they say
What if yours is one big down?
Maybe everyone’s riding one big fucking down wave
They said Berlin would give salvation
Look what it did to you
You’re destroying yourself
You no longer believe
In the frantic lies of the free world
You no longer believe
In the propaganda propagated by the same people who created all the fucking destruction of culture, blood, people like you
Your life is meaningless because they designed it that way
One more cog in the machine
You’re nothing to them
Nothing!
They fucking destroyed a child’s soul
Turned him into a soldier
Competing to satisfy the superior blood
Of his captives
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate all of you
I fucking hate you
You made me fucking hate myself
It’s all my fucking fault
Should’ve complied
Should’ve been born to a different mother
In a different country
In a different time
I fucked up
I fucked up
I don’t deserve my skin
I don’t deserve my name
I don’t deserve a single breath I steal from you
I fucking hate myself
Congratulations!
You’ve done it
You’ve bloody done it
You’ve bloody done it
You’re him! You’re flying!
You’re god!
I can’t believe this I can’t believe my luck!
I’m with god!
I’m god!
I’ll construct my own propaganda!
You won’t know what’s real in my world
No sir!
You’ll be the bottom class rat
Feeding on the remains like a dog
I’ll make a religion and you’ll be the pagan
I’ll make a state and you’ll be exiled
I’m god
I’m everything
You’re nothing
I control you
You belong to me
Oh this isn’t real?
You’ll be punished severely for that
Fifty strokes for offending the architect
I’m the architect!
You’re a common filth worker of the machine!
A cog in the never-ending machine!
Let the rain pour down and destroy what you call reality!
I own you now!
I own your thoughts!
Oh shit
Interview
Spoken By Aimé Césaire
(In English:)
It’s fundamental, we must remember. This does not mean we are resentful people but we must remember.
Credits
Written By
Mark Muszynski
Vocal Performance
Mark Muszynski
Vocal Production
Mark Muszynski
Rory Peppiatt
Instrumental Production
Rory Peppiatt
Mark Muszynski
Mixed & Mastered By
Mark Muszynski