Red Union
(2011) Rats and Snakes
01. The call
02. Night away
03. Not a saint
04. So alone
05. False profit
06. Pyroclass
07. Rats and snakes
08. Downtown cretins
09. Nuke, the world
10. Empty pockets
11. Inbred nation
12. Broken elevator
01. The call
Turning pages on the calender
With every day I’m growing more assured
That I can’t stay here anymore
Giving in to little fantasies
Was the only cure for my disease
But now I’m walking out the door
I hear the voice from far away
Calling me, calling me
Every bone is begging me to stray
Follow me, follow me
Fill my head with crazy plans and schemes
Wave goodbye to all my dumb routines
Misery is breathing down my neck
Certainty lays heavy on my back
Feel the boredom settling in
The air is heavy in my dirty room
Dig my way out of this dreary tomb
Now it’s time to breathe again
I hear the voice from far away
Calling me, calling me
Every bone is begging me to stray
Follow me, follow me
Fill my head with crazy plans and schemes
02. Night away
It's way past midnight
And alcohol is keeping us awake
I stare across the table
At friends I love and learning how to hate
We've been here before
So many times that I no longer care
But I should say, for the sake of better times
Let's drop it now before we end up there
'Cause we can't talk the night away
If we have nothing left to say
So let's stop talking
And let's stop making same mistakes
I couldn't take another shot
Of depression and despair
Have we forgotten
All the things that made us strong
I would give it all I've got
To get it back
Let's go to the seaside
we could drown the pain
And wash the dirt away
And start again
With the hope of better times
With a brand new bond to guide us through the days
03. Not a saint
Stand right next to the scum of the earth
and you will seem like a good man
but some of us still remember
What you did and what you said back then
Back then when the country was burning
When decency went underground
Your trademark Christian love and compassion
were nowhere to be found
You were blessing the lords of war
Called their crimes a righteous crusade
aware that powers that you possess
could have stopped that mad parade
A virus of dumb hypocrisy
Broke out on the day when you died
Killing the seed of the secular state
boosting worst kind of national pride
And they said you were a hero
everyone dying to kiss your dead hand
bend over backwards to praise you
Put all our lives under clergy's command
Chorus:
You are not a saint
You are not a saint
I just cannot cry
I'm not gonna faint
You are not a saint
You are not a saint
your golden shine
is a blood-based paint
You are not a saint
saints don't exist
outside of this right-wing nation
you will not be missed
How low have we fallen
How low our standards are set
when not being a child molester
is a quality to be met
04. So alone
There's a thought between her ears
there's a tear for every fear
there's a word that breaks her heart apart
She's been hurt so many times
Isolated, sacrificed...
Life is just a boring, cruel game
But this is the last time she cries
Her tears will never run again
they aged her face and dried her skin
she locks herself inside her troubled mind
Her tears will never run again
to hell with all her stupid friends
screaming on the inside cause she's so alone
she's so goddamn alone
Without hopes and dreams
and with a knife on the wrist
such a perfect way to put it all to an end
Cause she's so alone, so alone
And she waited for so long
thinking she could carry on
but no, it's over...
Her tears will never run again
desperate efforts all in vain
Every plan has failed - it's self destruction!
The sun will never rise again
water's rushing in like hell
Her boat is headed straight to the bottom
of this sea.
05. False profit
Strange pictures on TV, laughing loud,
yellow teeth and debris, brown snout.
Conquering the last bit of my breath,
declaring total war on common sense.
I don't won't to cry,
but this pain inside my heart
just won't let me go.
That's why I'm so zeroed.
While the clowns are singing, the bells are ringing,
no one cares, nobody's thinking.
They've been dreaming of this quiet life,
wasting money made of lies.
But this masquerade is all bound to stop.
I don't won't to cry,
but this pain inside my heart
just won't let me go.
I'm not a clown , although I'm a zero.
So don't back down,
no don't just turn around.
Don't let go.
Don't back down,
no don't just turn around.
Play your song.
The greatest thing that you will ever know
is ability to love without reserve.
But when love is gone you will have to learn
to fire back when you get burned.
And I will give you anything.
As long as you're here, I know what to do.
And I promise that everything
will be clear once we start fresh and new.
06. Pyroclass
Pyroclass, once enjoyed the "better times".
Now living day by day mining mountains of sorrow
for memories of gold.
Through the core of hell and back again,
they've learned to survive.
But what's it worth when they always dread,
and burn up inside.
All he wanted was a modest life
job, wife and kids.
All he got is no sleep at night,
picking up the bits...
...in my mind,
I'll not deny,
pictures of good times
still passing by.
Loosing control,
Won't be treated like a fool.
shooting guns, tossing (planting) bombs.
Killing everybody around.
Slashing through the night.
Cutting throats, poking eyes.
Taking back my life.
No one else will survive.
'Till we call it home.
A place were we'll grow old,
where we'll lay our bones.
But first theirs and yours.
Through the core of hell and back again,
but this time it's fine.
Because I won't fear anymore,
I won't stand in line.
I lost my fucking mind,
job, wife and kids.
Now I lurk in the night,
chopping you to bits.
...in my eyes,
you'll not deny,
pictures of good times
waving goodbye.
Loosing control,
Won't be treated like a fool.
shooting guns, tossing (planting) bombs.
Killing everybody around.
Slashing through the night.
Cutting throats, poking eyes.
Taking back my life.
No one else will survive.
'Till we call it home.
A place were we'll grow old,
where we'll lay our bones.
But first theirs and yours.
And it feels like home.
A place were we're growing bored.
Where we chew on bones,
on bloody totem poles, live in denial.
Pyroclass, once enjoyed the "better times".
Now living day by day mining mountains of sorrow.
Loosing control,
Won't be treated like a fool.
shooting guns, tossing (planting) bombs.
Killing everybody around.
Slashing through the night.
Cutting throats, poking eyes.
Taking back my life.
No one else will survive.
07. Rats and snakes
This is not the time to take away,
cheat ,divide and ruin.
We should stick together,in all this mess
of fake moral flood from sewers.
Dried eyes out,
speaking in tongues of fraud.
Their mind is all about,
corrupt and foul.
See them raising all this walls.
We were colorful and free,
only this time,I want you to know,
only this time, it's all black and white.
Just remember that we've tried,
and we lived for a little while.
Like a light house in dark days/haze,
through the years of rats and snakes.
...
This is not the time to break a leg.
Run and never turn.
They'll be creeping right behind your back,
stalking forever.
Their seed is already sown.
If we let it grow on it's own,
I want you to know
that if we reap it it will sure
steer us to an edge.
And then,good bye!
han solo
rats and snakes...
08. Downtown cretins
Downtown cretins
with their suicide business
they've got their hands in my pockets
cheap speed in their nostrils
downtown cretins
fans and believers
protectors of tradition
scum by definition
I took one more than I could ever take
I'm going home cause I can't stand to see your face
Downtown cretins
You're just thugs with "opinions"
Up in everybody's faces
Your business is their business
Downtown troopers
Patroling their corners
Constantly suspicious
Malevolent, malicious
I took one more than I could ever take
Nowhere to go your switchblades flicker everywhere
Kill me, hurt me - go ahead...
downtown cretins (4x)
09. Nuke, the world
Cruising in a humvee,
feel that warm breeze in the air,
smoke 2 packs of Camel's,
spot a civilian, practice you aim.
Spear the locals with a smile
that is fake and not sincere.
Deploy tanks and choppers,
have no fear,the help is here.
It's a fun pumped action.
Storm the cities,seal the fates.
Nuke,nuke,nuke, the world! x2
Make them remember who we are.
Nuke,nuke,nuke, the world! x2
Death and tyranny,The end of deals.
Nuke,nuke,nuke, the world! x2
We make sure that we conceal,
Nuke,nuke,nuke, the world! x2
our imperial ideals.
To boost the performance
bring out the cluster bombs.
white phosphorus, cheap cocaine,
unleash Blackwater death drones.
Rig the news channels,
flash the titles ,make the bond.
This emerging nuclear menace
will feel the patriot's respond.
Heart pumping action.
Bring them all to their knees.
Nuke,nuke,nuke, the world! x2
Make them remember who we are.
Nuke,nuke,nuke, the world! x2
Death and tyranny,The end of deals.
Nuke,nuke,nuke, the world! x2
We make sure that we conceal,
Nuke,nuke,nuke, the world! x2
our imperial ideals.
-------------epilogue--------------
Dust your medals under moonlight,
nightmares will keep you awake.
Thorn crown was strung too tight,
it was all a grave mistake.
Back home it's not forgiving.
Pictures of people and black ribbon.
Now it's late for a family hug,
with a silent casket and a rug.
10. Empty pockets
Tell me what you wanna do tonight
let's go downtown and set the place alight
It's been so long and I can't recall
amazing feeling of stand or fall
because we're dead
and we know it very well
Because we're dead
soon we'll have nothing left to sell
A last call for your assistance
to stand up straight to walk the distance
To cover up this sorry instance
these empty pockets of my resistance
Scared and weak, under total control
you live inside the shopping mall
Attempts of being energentic
turned out naive and quite pathetic
Because you're fake
completely made of plastic
you're a mistake
it's sad but it's fantastic
A last call for your assistance
to stand up straight to walk the distance
To cover up this sorry instance
these empty pockets of my resistance
And I am spending my days
trying to understand
how did we lose it all
and fell under command
threw the towel in and ran away from the fight
I'll see what's on TV and stay home tonight
11. Inbred nation
It took some time and a lot of money,
newspapers , TV channels and a plug.
Some thought it was funny
others were proud as they approached the line.
All daddies inbred boys
all ready for the "enemy".
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It's not so hard to understand it
if you could read between the lines
it's always embedded
in colorful media lie.
With all daddies inbred girls
all pledged allegiance to the makeup trends.
And I still see them,
I hear what they say:
"Don't think!" - advertising everywhere.
"Don't dare!" - we just want to keep you scared.
'cause "It's always fun when you are dumb!!"
The Quest For Life is turning
into burning flesh and ruins,
imprisoned mind.
The Flag of Salvation
is in the hands of Inbred nation
with the capital I !
The Quest For Life is turning
into burning flesh and ruins,
imprisoned mind.
Power of nation
mirrored in starvation
of few million lives.
Building church ,I'm repentant
for my kids will surely die
alone, poor and undefended,
without father by their side.
With Holy Marry, all daddies toys
left without choice, spreading vanity.
And I still see them,
I hear what they say:
"Don't think!" - advertising everywhere.
"Don't dare!" - we just want to keep you scared.
'cause "It's always fun when you are dumb!!"
The Quest For Life is turning
into burning flesh and ruins,
imprisoned mind.
The Flag of Salvation
is in the hands of Inbred nation
with the capital I !
The Quest For Life is turning
into burning flesh and ruins,
imprisoned mind.
Power of nation
mirrored in starvation
of few million lives.
Now, the wheel is turning,
different gears, finer tuning,
same old time.
Beyond reparation
monument to Inbred nation
still stands up high.
12. Broken elevator
Bounced together in the high school,
bound forever in the never-ending beat.
Broken homes, sad instances,
never giving thought of what was meant to be.
Recession was going on and on.
Decade later, on the bar stool,
dusty thoughts of what you mean to me.
Can't remember what went wrong
with never growing up, always giving in.
Temptation, elation,
advocation of fun time.
Now we're growing up
and we're falling down.
Like a broken elevator.
Makeshift bed and rag blankets,
sharing dreams, living horribly.
Counting miles in taking chances,
crashing blindly in reality.
Regret for being born at all.
I remember noise and racket,
mischief boys, hearts in harmony.
I try hard not to forget that
all we need is urge for unity and...
Fuck patience, let's take back
what was yours and mine.
Now we're growing up
and we're falling down.
Like a broken elevator.