"Brown Flowers" by 120 Minds
"Who cares about your national pride!?!"
Destraughtly I'm standing at the foot of the tower,
Slowly I remember the words of Sir Schopenhauer,
Well, I smell shit as it starts to shower,
Little brown penetrating flowers.
National pride is for the lowest mind class,
Individualism gets lost in the crowd,
You will literally feel the cold air mass,
Which those little fuckers spread from the ass.
Self-pitying pigs march in step.
Driven by racial hate and fear,
Hold lighted torches in their hands,
Save their land as volunteers.
You don't know who you are, so you try to find your own identity,
By thinking you know everything and act so adequately,
Adequate for someone who hates himself,
Compensate your low self-esteem by decreasing the importance of someone else.
released February 18, 2017
Composition and lyrics by Kamran Inaiat
Vocals and Guitar by Kamran Inaiat
Bass by Ferhat Catay
Drums by Steven Glab
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