Demo

by vehemence

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recorded by Antony Laguerre on february 2012
first pressing black tape, one side
second pressing white tapes, two sides

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released April 1, 2012

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vehemence France

crust hardcore punk diy from france

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Track Name: Torture yourself
Torture yourself, become so dogmatic
Body and mind full of stigmatics
You’re suffering
Nobody asked you
We don’t need leaders, and we don’t need martyrs
You are falling, dying
Torture Yourself - and suffocate in your own cell
honestly lying and believe in what you say
Too lost in illusion too lost to stand
Kill and ignore your own desire
Closing your mind you’re your own liar
In depression, disappear and helpless
Track Name: Waves of Hate
Applause,
Growing misantrophy
Greeting waves of hate
I lost you in paranoia
I lost you in mental hell
Aware
Or just confused
Another raining morning
Dead flowers on your window
An angry eye observes the sky
Sweet depression
I come back to you today
Sweet depression
I come back to you again
I will never arise…
Track Name: Passion
Stand still
Do not forget the funeral silence
Monastic education
banishes all intense emotions
Keep quiet the street

Just look around there is no escape
Everywhere i go, it’s always the same

Censure your passion
Censure your feelings
Forget yourself and disappear
Track Name: Me Against Myself
I always feel so lonely
Alone on my own
Why should i always weight the words ?
Why do i have rotten thoughts ?
Why should i control my feelings ?
Why can’t i stand my fear ?
Why can’t i stand that fuckin fear ?
All this wall is just a fiction
Me against myself
Track Name: The March of dead Bodies
Those people, like a lifeless crown
don’t hear their voices,
just the echoes of the town
every morning i see
the march of dead bodies
Show me your dreams,
and the grins,
like every fuckin day
the grins
on your tired face
Dancing on sweet melodies
of the progress,
Jump on our own grave,
Smells like hopeless

We are the leaders of the end of our time