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INFAMIA LYRICS
"Subconscious Autopsy" (1992 Demo)
1. Ipocrisia
2. Day After War
3. Inhuman CarnageOf Children
4. Rush To Extinction (spelled extintion on tape)
5. Backward
6. Why?
7. Infectious Flowing
1. Ipocrisia
2. Day After War
War!
Cancer of the world
Death!
The lady reigns
Desolation!
In every place
Desperation!
Of an innocent nation
Blood flows red, wind of cry...of desperate people
Like the sequences of a movie...the atrocities of the war
Stage of terror and devastation...death and only death over the land
The slaughter of brothers...and the cry of torture the day after...WAR...PAIN...FEAR...SUFFER...OHH! DAY AFTER WAR! CRY! DAY AFTER WAR!
Stage of terror...
Oh my God...
and human agony
Die together...
Unopposed extermination of people
War, end of life
Slaughter of undefended people
Horror, King of the world...PAIN...FEVER...SUFFER
OHH! DAY AFTER WAR!
OHH! DAY AFTER WAR!
3. Inhuman CarnageOf Children
Languid eyes of terror
mirrors of human cruelty
young victims without fault
of the ignorance of the world
they are the first victims
of all wars
for all of their lives
the hate as an unforgettable mark
Inhuman Carnage Of Children
Inhuman Carnage Of Children
young blood in the murderous land
an oppressed world by the red of death
they die without knowing the reason
victims of the war
Inhuman Carnage Of Children
Inhuman Carnage Of Children
4. Rush To Extinction (spelled extintion on tape)
The world suffocates
under mortal strokes
We are all involved
in the rush to extintion[sic]
An ill planet
A damaged atmosphere
An imminent end
It's the rush to extintion [sic]
Death
Destruction
Extintion [sic]
of mankind
When man will be extinct
The world will continue to exist
We are nothing and
in the nothingness we'll disappear
5. Backward
Nothing goes as you'd want
Everything rushes against you.
Dreams remain dreams
and it's hard to live
on everiday [sic]
Where is solidarity among men.
When everyone minds his own business.
Don't deceive yourself!
But believe yourself!
BACKWARD!
BACKWARD!
BACKWARD!
6. Why?
Languish alone in this room
Isolated from the rest of the world
Branded by the plague of the century
Which is destroying humanity
My body is at the end
I've very little left to live
So I hear myself
Even if I won't find an aswer [sic]
WHY? SICKNESS CORRODES ME?
WHY? ALL THIS SHIT TO ME
But I don't want to die in this way
It's not fair my god!
I've nothing left to do
Just wait for the end
WHY? SICKNESS CORRODES ME?
WHY?
7. Infectious Flowing
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