Never Surrender (Album Version)

Smash the game,
Or you’ll end up as a warcrime,
Clear your eyes, see those motherfuckers die

Against the grain,
We’re living on the borderline,
Strike a match, the flames rise high.

'Cause it’s a sunny day,
While you’re mired in disorder,
Hey waiter, can I cancel my new world order?

The shadows lengthen,
As do the odds of living,
What should I do to make it past the awning?

Down the plane,
In the interest of the state,
Check the time, for the skies go red.

You can’t prevail,
When you’re running out of borrowed time,
To be the one, or be the living dead.


So bite the bullet,
You better not linger,
The end is just the beginning of an itchy trigger finger

So bomb the train
No remorse, no sorrow
What should I do to make it past tomorrow?

What does it take to stay alive?
Through the rain, the fog and the smoky skies?
Who are you but a critical mass of errors, a human stain
Of a system rigged to keep you insane

Big Brother, High up on your tower,
Please share some of your incredible power,
A rain of bullets born of righteous anger,
Before the inevitable sun shower.

Smash the game,
Or you’ll end up as a warcrime,
Clear your eyes, see those motherfuckers die

Against the grain,
We’re living on the borderline,
Strike a match, the flames rise high.

Coz it’s a sunny day,
While you’re mired in disorder,
Hey waiter, can I cancel my new world order?

The shadows lengthen,
As do the odds of living,
But what should I do to make it past the awning?


Music/ Lyrics: Sandeep Madhavan
Vocals: Vyshnav Balasubramaniam
Drums: Gijsbert Ackermans
Drum Programming/Backing Vocals: Manas Ullas
Produced by mode.AKA and Khussh Mehta

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Nabla:
Precipito, tocco il fondo senza sforzi
e mi ritrovo circondato da un manipolo di stronzi
in mente mi rimbalzano i pensieri più contorti
a chi mi fissa fisso in volto gli si fanno gli occhi storti

Stolti, ridotto a zero l'uso della mente
exploit del finto affetto e l'alma umana fatta a fette
reciproci pompini per del rap repellente
demone hardcore sodomizza a sangue swag fighette

Hipster-homo, sono la merda fresca su cui inciampi
marchia a tinte forti i tuoi pantaloni bianchi
assuefatto a sedativi, palliativi troppo blandi
ti faccio fare un giro in maggiolino con Ted Bundy

Col tuo sguardo di fata il petto mi batte forte
scorrolungo il tuo corpo in seta sul quale mi perdo
ti guarderei all'interno col rasoio di Begotten
ti fare cavia snuff del mio lisergico film serbo

Il solo suono della vostra voce il cranio mi percuote
l'ignoranza è un enorme carro, voi siete le ruote
l'importanza della frivolezza raggiunge alte quote
e c'ho le palle troppo piene di persone troppo vuote

Vengo dall'era in cui contava la tasca piena
e l'ausilio della mente in frequente stato latente
dove le carogne non andavano in cancrena
piacere viaggio nel tempo vengo dal presente.

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Ard:
Ti colpisco sull'anca e poi ti placco,
ti blocco gli arti e poi ti spolpo il cranio come Blanka
Mani su piramidi il male bramano
sepoliti dentro un mare di merda,li vedo mentre arrancano

Non ho polmoni,ho branchie 
siete forti solo in branco,brancolando soli come cani
Tutti "Macho Man" mentre in mano rollano canne
ma in realtà sotto il pantalone, gonne da can can

Eboli è infame come Grosseto ed ogni città d'Italia
Diavoli brindano,poi brilli e tarantolati ballando su tavoli/
ti lamenti,non capisci,non afferri
ti mangio le orecchie,non ho lame,ho denti!

Ma ora basta, taglio a corto come Casablanca
o casa Bobbit,il mio hobby.
Rap contro lobby, "massoniche logic"
Lo vedi,apri gli occhi che ci fottono..
OBEY!!!


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Ard, Nabla, Tabone - Taxi Driver (prod. Kletus Kaseday)

 A man in a black suit, tear in his eyes, standing on a ledge, he’s trying to die,
A boy with a stubble with a glock in his hand, signing up a pledge, goddamn he lied,
She’s been kicked to the kerb in the pouring rain, with her daddy issues and a bottle of pain
Strapped in a jacket,  causing a racket, the voices in his head, all ha ha haha.

God damn, I'm stuck with the mundane
Groundhog fucking day till I go insane
Sadistic thoughts to keep my mind untamed
Long enough to pull the trigger to my own brain
Why am i here, what is my purpose
I just need some herb as my uppers
Some rum and coke to go with the ruckus
A reason to vent off and I'm onto you fuckers
The other spectrum of moral science
Obnoxious with impulsive reactions of defiance
Punching you where it hurts for being the liars
With a clenched fist made up of all of your denials
Done being the receiver of judgements
Concentrating on the progress of my upliftment 
Right from the rock bottom of resentment
To the destruction of a stalemate of an existence

Caught in the headlights, fear in his eyes, two more seconds, a messy goodbye,
Sitting on a chair, electricity in the air, waiting on a miracle, that never arrives,
Return to your seats, there’s turbulence in these beats, so pray to your gods to stay alive.
Hooch and gamble, so you shall stumble, for in the gutter you shall die, hahaha

Music : Sandeep Madhavan
Lyrics: Sandeep Madhavan/Manas Ullas
Vocals: Vyshnav Balasubramaniam/Manas Ullas/Sandeep Madhavan
Drum Programming: Manas Ullas
Produced by mode.AKA and Khussh Mehta

Ard, Nabla, Tabone - Taxi Driver (prod. Kletus Kaseday)

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