F4DNF1GHT5 [XPRMNTL]

NFNSHD_DR34M5 [XPRMNTL]

WORK IN PROGRESS

Lyrics:
Is it bound to end in disaster
Is justice honestly always the last, yea?
Is violence already always the answer?    
Hard to find home in a place with no joy, yea.
Troubles what I find where ever I turn 
I try to forget but I still feel the burn
Despairs hot hands are wrapping my wrist
No helping hands no turns out for twists
I feel alone, wherever I go
Like alcapone, I trust no one, no. 
Who ever I trust   belies me
All my life I just relied on me
I see all the bad out there
Wanna change minds but the ignorance stares
In my eyes when I look into yours
A soul is to share like the rain is to pour.
No hope for the poor, no hope for our life
A world ruled by greed by hate and by lies
We fight for the poor, we fight for our lives     
Creating a world full awareness bout life.
The waves bring back our trash
The earth has been raped and wrecked
Cold cities where once was life
Cold hearts and sharpened knives
The poison in food and mind 
The darkness I’ve left behind
The weaknesses that I’ve been through
A lighthouse ignited for you
A shady street, the sun’s cut off
Distorted synapses, korsakow,
A symbol of life raising from the ground
Left behind, but lost and found
Profit before people, capitalism
Into the abyss, that’s where we’re drifting
Innocence is a dead and buried scene
Lives are taken as a daily routine
No hope for the poor, no hope for our life
In a world ruled by greed by hate and by lies
We fight for the poor, we fight for our lives
Creating a world full awareness bout life.


Ignorance grows all over the floor 
The key in our hands but we can’t find the door
The punishing pictures are washing ashore
They said an empty fate is just an even score
They pay to make you feel good,
A comfort zone of tears and blood,
Of mental and death agony
A tear will drop even if you can’t see
Those who fight for change
Are conveyed out of the way
Those who are known to fight
Are bought and paid for lies
Those that you think to trust
Are hidden though earning on us 
They almost look dead-and-alive
You could almost anthropomorphize
No hope for the poor, no hope for our life
In a world ruled by greed by hate and by lies
We fight for the poor, we fight for our lives
Creating a world full awareness bout life.

4NTR0P0M0RPH1ZE [XPRMNTL]

140-150 BPM Liveset made out of the stems of my tracks.
Dont know stems? Visit: www.stems-music.com

Tracklist:
01: Escape
02: Quartzlocker - Endless Corner (EXITIUM Remix)
03: Belief
04: Descent
05: Deathwish
06: Apart From Us
07: Beyond Their Graves

Exitium Live (DJ-Stem) Sets Volume 3

140-150 BPM Liveset made out of the stems of my tracks.
Dont know stems? Visit: www.stems-music.com

Tracklist:
01: Paranoia
02: Apart From Us
03: Belief
04: In My Mind
05: Deathwish
06: Descent
07: Trapped
08: Footprints

Exitium Live (DJ-Stem) Sets Volume 4

This is a remix (bootleg because it's unofficial) of the song "ZOMBIE NATION" by KERNKRAFT 400 of EXITIUM. It's on 140BPM. Enjoy the bootleg! 

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Kernkraft 400 - Zombie Nation [Exitium Snowblind Nation Bootleg]

LIVE DJ SET @ HARDSOUNDRADIO (17/08/19)
"PARALLEL SOCIETY" SPECIAL
150~BPM

Exitium Live @ Hardsoundradio "Parallel Society" Special

Lyrics:
V1
A lot of hate and desperation
A lot of roads one destination  
I see the hill, you try to climb
Was on the top, left it all behind
Elbows and fists, these guns and knives
Blood running down a screen of lies
The fake news, you have no clue
You’re watching lies in red green n blue 
CHRS
Its time to open your eyes
Its time to open your mind
Where is this going
Where are we going?
Its time to open your eyes
Its time to open your heart
This kills me slowly
You kill me slowly.
V2
All I want to see is your belief in me
Every river flows into the sea
Every night, the moon kills the sun
Everyday slaves march to the beat of the drum
The leaders give you shit, look at it as gold
Wasted your life, now you’re too old
These broken hearts, for fictious goals
Innocent beings...you sold your souls!
CHRS
Its time to open your eyes
Its time to open your mind
Where is this going
Where are we going?  
Its time to open your eyes
Its time to open your heart
This kills me slowly
You kill me slowly.
BRDGE
You really need to take yourself some time… 
To think about what you want to support…
To think about what you are supporting right now
There is hope, in me, in you, in everyone of us.
Just pull that shit outta you.

CHRS

0P3N

0P3N [XPRMNTL]

Lyrics
______
Once some day long time ago
There was this guy, he had hope
Then got in touch with thugs n dope
He lost it all n ended with a rope     
The doorbell rang, he began to choke
Saw his plug through the peephole
Apprehended to get a broken nose 
But the thug just opened a bag of coke
He thought himself “Its all a joke”
Said “hang on” went to his wardrobe
He pulled out a black mask and a gun
Instructed him the plan 
All that debts and all that lack
Of positive vibes in life makes you mad
You needed this dab to stay in check
And then a line to get out of bed
On his way he saw that young girl
Going inside the bank with her mom and a swirl
He loudly said “I can’t do that”
Then the thugs comin up, shouting whack

Rob that bank feel tha thrill
You need that cash to pay ma bill
I know its hard but I need it still
Prick don’t accidently go for a kill
You know everything happens for a reason
So go inside and shoot towards the ceiling
Ask the people to back the fuck up,
Shut the fuck up and fill your backpack

He left the bank with filled up pockets,
Looked like a child with the sleeves full of chocolate
Took his bike and tried to escape,
But will the boy just write his new fate?
Blue lights on, Sirens begin to chime, 
A sweet taste of shock as the victims of the crime 
Are running out the bank, determined by design
Every fucking time we roll the fucking dime  
He’s off his mind, gambles with his life
At least he ain’t got no dog and no wife
No one is there who just relies
On him and his life, so fuck it, goodbye.
He starts the bike, the tires squeal
In his thoughts there is just this deal
That he is trying to carefully seal
As he minds the thug with his 45’ steel – saying:   
Rob that bank feel tha thrill
You need that cash to pay ma bill
I know its hard but I need it still
Prick don’t accidently go for a kill
You know everything happens for a reason
So go inside and shoot towards the ceiling
Ask the people to back the fuck up,
Shut the fuck up and fill your backpack
The thug rolled a blunt then jumped in his car,
A cherry red Chevy Impala 64
Lighted the mace with a smile on his face
And went to the appointed place to meet the thief safe
The thug arrived and opened up the door
To get the fucking cash he was asking for
He entered the safe house but looked into a gun
“I can’t give you the money I have to shoot you man”
I never had much money, not in my whole life,
And you’re a wasted thug, don’t even have no wife
Give me a reason to not pull the trigger,
I never wanted to fuck with you …. #gunshot

This song is a composition and production by Kilian Sam Arens. Published 24.04.2020
Dedicated to the real old school artists we passionatly listen and listened to: Cypress Hill and Wutang-Clan

Karma

K4RM4 [XPRMNTL]

DARK.DESTRUCTIVE.UNDERGROUND.TECHNO.
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