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Run To The Hills

by New Dead Project

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1.
The Blame 02:24
Plastic laws written in the name of justice Are just damned words of industrial heart's-ease "The Hands of Man", are The Tools of Destruction. At the dead-end of this labyrinth of evolution The blame is mine. The blame is yours. The blame is ours. Still We are the resort. For future tomorrows. Do you speak the language of existence? Are you up to make a difference? Do you speak the language older than words? Will you make it better or worse? Vultures coming from the depths of hell Are the only ones left in the end to tell In the wretched tongue of the misanthrope The last tale of catastrophe and fall.
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Edge of the collapse is in my eyes, on a bloody-wearied planet, enticing lives. "No man's land" but we're ready to kill, with carnivorous weapons, rapacious ships. This is the way to the end Refracted beat is on our hearts, with posionous grains, raging impart. Killing me quietly, killing the voice, what we need, the final force. Stop! Stop it! Remember the gracious insticts This is the way, to the end Let the depressive sense of this way drive your fight
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Black leaves on the ground, like oilprints on the sea. Ravaging poison ghosts broke the harmony Man-made veil of chemicals is covering the sky "The one with a heart is the one with empathy" - It's a lie. Do you speak the language of existence? Or are you the one without remembrance? Do you speak the language older than words? Or you're the one never looking forward? Blackened trees loom dying, Searing under the killing sun, Like stiff bodies on deathbeds. All creatures are trying (trying to escape) To the end of the world they run, run to the hills
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While no sooner you reach one goal than you move on to the next Still no sense of purpose, never satisfied, never stay at rest "Crisis of identity" they say comes midway through life In search of fulfillment it's no time yet for settling down. Meals and roof over your head cost only obedience, You'd be envied by your ancestors at the first glance But (they) never learned how frustrating man-made insecurity imposed on them feels. In absence of autonomous choices Made under handed down rigid orders Your efforts are deprived of significance Artificial aims handed out to chase Success depending on countless others It's past hope to live through the power process "It is only the one whose need for purposeful attainments has been satisfied during her life who is best prepared to serenely accept the end of that life"

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drums recorded by Dexter @ Supersize
guitars recorded by Miki
vocals recorded + mixing by Szabika @ TrashHill

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released March 7, 2016

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New Dead Project Budapest, Hungary

2005-2016

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