Sepultura
Tribus



1. The Waste

If what you want is what you need
Then what you want is what you need
Then what you need is really what you want
If what you want is what you need
Then what you need is really really what you want

If what you want is what you need
Then what you need is what you really really want
If what you want is what you need
Then what you need is what you really really want

I'm wasted
I'm wasted

If what you want is what you need
Then what you need is what you really really want
If what you want is what you need
Then what you need is what you really really want
If what you want is what you see
Then what you see is what you really want to eat
If what you love is what you bleed
Then what you bleed is what will really set you free

I'm wasted
And I keep falling over
With your head on my shoulder
I'm wasted

If what you want is what you need
Then what you need is what you really really want
If what you slum is what you breed
Then what you breed will have the face of your conceit

I'm wasted
I'm wasted
I don't want to live without her
I don't want to die without her
I don't want to live without her
I don't want to die without her


2. Tribus (demo)


3. Common Bonds (alternate mix)

Before we're born
Before we walk
Before we talk and hate
Yet to come the perfect rule

After we win
After we lose
After the dawn is late
Do it now or shut your mouth

No lack of trust, just trust myself
No more perhaps, no more false step
Changes in sight, sight!
Common bonds

Fear the fate that's not the shape of the soul
Trust the heart and share to ease the pain
No mistake is big enough to bring you down
The wrinkles on your face is strength in your mind

No lack of trust, just trust myself
Changes in sight, sight!
Common bonds

The urge to win
A time to strike
Follow no one
Follow no one

Strength in mind


4. Unconscious (demo)

The deepest pain inside
The highest price to pay
The biggest lies are said
I'm just a fake in life

Unconscious Unconsciousness
Unconscious Unconsciousness

Alone I fall again
My blood runs through my veins
My brain and my strength
No longer are the same, no!

Unconscious Unconsciousness
Unconscious Unconsciousness

The moment of truth
Destroy the sense of it
I thought that was then
I thought that was me

Still I fear Unconsciousness
Still I seek Unconsciousness


5. F.O.E. (extended mix)


6. Prenúncio

Quem sou eu? Não interessa!
Como também não interessa quem é você!
Interessa é saber o que somos...a vida ou a morte!
Coragem ou medo...em resumo o que procuras?
O paraíso ou o inferno?

O que é mais violento?
Os animais?A força da natureza? Não!
É o aprisionamento da liberdade de expressão
Sentir, ouvir e não poder falar.

De que servem as regras, burocracia, sistema e leis
Se o carrasco do poder degola a nossa cultura?

Ahhh você não se importa com o destino do mundo
És corajoso demais, então por que temes diante do caixão?
Seu melhor amigo evita a Sepultura
Sua certa e última morada

Temes a batalha do Armagedon, a ira do Oligatan
O Apocalipse final, mas por que esse temor
Se pasaste por todos os prazeres terrenos
Os sete pecados capitais e todas as aberraçžes sexuais

Hmmm porque está ciente de que não existe o terror
No entanto o terror o aprisiona
Mas o que é o terror?
Hahaha não aceita o terror porque o terror é voces!!

translation:

Who am I? It doesn't matter!
Just as it doesn't matter who you are.
What matters is to know what we are...life or death.
Courage or fear...shortly: what dost thou seek?
Paradise or Hell?

What is more violent?
The animals? The force of nature? No!
It's the imprisonment of the freedom of speech
To feel, to hear, unable to speak.

What good are the rules, bureaucracy, systems and laws,
If the executioner of power decapitates our culture?

Ahhh, you don't care about the fate of the world
How brave you are, then why do you fear the coffin?
Your best friend avoids the Grave (Sepultura)
His last and certain home.

Ah, you fear the battle of Armageddon, the wrath of Oligathan, the final Apocalypse,
but why this fear,
if you've been through all earthly pleasures,
the seven deadly sins and all the sexual aberrations?

Hmmm, because you're sure that terror doesn't exist,
However, terror imprisons you.
But what is terror? Ahahahaha!
You won't accept terror because terror is you!



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