And omg he's young!
How young was Fred Hampton when he was executed?
This is the face, voice, mind, soul and youth of a Socialist.
And omg he's young!
How young was Fred Hampton when he was executed?
This is the face, voice, mind, soul and youth of a Socialist.
(white privileged trust-fund kids get excited over the weirdest things)
Bitch. Please.
How is THAT a positive thing?
Let's hear it, Lemmy.
For all the people who got state-murdered in the Islamic "Republics"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68JG...
(white privileged trust-fund kids get excited over the weirdest things)
Bitch. Please.
How is THAT a positive thing?
Let's hear it, Lemmy.
For all the people who got state-murdered in the Islamic "Republics"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68JG...
Running wide circles in the blinding snow
Running wide circles will hide what you know
Running wide circles in the blinding snow
Running wide circles will hide what you know
She wear dust
She wear dust
I hear you whisper
In your sleep
"Don't let the morning take him"
I hear you whisper
In your sleep
"Don't let the morning take him"
Health and Happiness
But I cannot follow you in your journey
I am just a visitor
Everything I touch hurts me deeply
And then - it dont belong to me
Someone will say - this is mine
I have nothing of my own
I once said with arrogance
Now i know - nothing is nothing"
Health and Happiness
But I cannot follow you in your journey
I am just a visitor
Everything I touch hurts me deeply
And then - it dont belong to me
Someone will say - this is mine
I have nothing of my own
I once said with arrogance
Now i know - nothing is nothing"
Yesterday was too soon. Tomorrow will be too late.
Now is the time. Strike hard, and take no prisoners.
"Push my life through Your open eyes".
Burn all bridges and vanish into thin air.
Clear. Crystal. Perfect. NOW.
"I must fight this sickness".
Yesterday was too soon. Tomorrow will be too late.
Now is the time. Strike hard, and take no prisoners.
"Push my life through Your open eyes".
Burn all bridges and vanish into thin air.
Clear. Crystal. Perfect. NOW.
"I must fight this sickness".
I never wanted this
Never wanted any of this
I wish You were dead
I never wanted this
Never wanted any of this
I wish You were dead
Lost in a bridge
Filled with Night
Lost in a bridge
Filled with Night
And death arrives like a savior
To set the stage of decay
To bring down the curtain with a bang
You don't care
Because you don't understand
But take a look at that basement
The writing on the wall reads
"I'm tired
I'm bored
I'm disgusted"
COLD TOXINS
And death arrives like a savior
To set the stage of decay
To bring down the curtain with a bang
You don't care
Because you don't understand
But take a look at that basement
The writing on the wall reads
"I'm tired
I'm bored
I'm disgusted"
COLD TOXINS
Another Martyr of the American Working Class, Eugene Dobbs, spoke his mind on whether people should become meat in the war machines of the bosses and paid the price.
Words don't pay the bills. But they might show your true fabric.
And sometimes change the world.
Another Martyr of the American Working Class, Eugene Dobbs, spoke his mind on whether people should become meat in the war machines of the bosses and paid the price.
Words don't pay the bills. But they might show your true fabric.
And sometimes change the world.
No expiration date for justice.
No expiration date for justice.
Look at the Martyr Fred Hampton who understood the race problem is a class problem. And got murdered for that.
"You can murder a freedom fighter, but you can't murder freedom".
Look at the Martyr Fred Hampton who understood the race problem is a class problem. And got murdered for that.
"You can murder a freedom fighter, but you can't murder freedom".
I'm too old to take it to the streets, as I did back in the day (oh good times!). So just take your fascist "macho bravado" scam elsewhere.
Ernie and Ice-T, kick those sorry whiteboi asses.
I'm too old to take it to the streets, as I did back in the day (oh good times!). So just take your fascist "macho bravado" scam elsewhere.
Ernie and Ice-T, kick those sorry whiteboi asses.
I saw my mother break her hand
On a wall that wouldn't weep
But that certainly held in
The mechanical moans of a dying man who was a failure
I saw my mother break her hand
On a wall that wouldn't weep
But that certainly held in
The mechanical moans of a dying man who was a failure
On the bench you will be forbidden
Leather lipstick
Colored flu
Carrying away your youthful vigor
How about your own view
Rubber bullets-your future
Colored flu we know each other
Bad memories
From our brief shared time
A mistake between your legs
Colored flu
That's how I saw us
On the bench you will be forbidden
Leather lipstick
Colored flu
Carrying away your youthful vigor
How about your own view
Rubber bullets-your future
Colored flu we know each other
Bad memories
From our brief shared time
A mistake between your legs
Colored flu
That's how I saw us
Furs Flowers And Lust
This Is Where We Belong
Kiss The Past
Believers Of The Unpure
Furs Flowers And Lust
This Is Where We Belong
Kiss The Past
Believers Of The Unpure
She cloaks the world
in impenetrable Darkness.
A chill rises from the soil
and contaminates the air.
Suddenly
Life has
New Meaning...
She cloaks the world
in impenetrable Darkness.
A chill rises from the soil
and contaminates the air.
Suddenly
Life has
New Meaning...
Please, say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand
Lost forever in a happy crowd
No one lifts their hands
No one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words
The party just gets better and better
I went away alone
With nothing left
But faith
Please, say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand
Lost forever in a happy crowd
No one lifts their hands
No one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words
The party just gets better and better
I went away alone
With nothing left
But faith
With absinthe and with this fire
We can divert ourselves a while
Act out our part in some drama
And after mutual betrayals
We part one day without a tear
The portraits are eaten by flames
Shrivelled fingers tremble
We die from sleeping long
With flowers and with women
With absinthe and with this fire
We can divert ourselves a while
Act out our part in some drama
And after mutual betrayals
We part one day without a tear
The portraits are eaten by flames
Shrivelled fingers tremble
We die from sleeping long
With flowers and with women
Helpless and sick
With teeth of madness
Jump dance and sing
Sideways across the desert
A charcoal face bites my hand
Time is sweet
Derange and disengage EVERYTHING
Helpless and sick
With teeth of madness
Jump dance and sing
Sideways across the desert
A charcoal face bites my hand
Time is sweet
Derange and disengage EVERYTHING