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White Jesus
02:39
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Talk with a smirk on your face,
like this fight isn't yours.
Let the building fucking burn.
It’s all the same as before.
White Jesus. Bless the powers that be.
White Jesus. Who continue to be.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Forever.
Just keep your thoughts to yourself and bow down.
So silent.
Stay silent.
Unassuming; on neutral ground.
Single file.
Stay quiet.
Just keep your thoughts to yourself.
Stay silent.
So silent.
Como un buen pendejo.
Culture of self-preservation.
El legado del sumiso.
Hable ahora o calle por siempre.
White Jesus.
Bless the powers that be.
White Jesus.
Who continue to be.
Will we ever be free?
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2. |
All We Know
02:51
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Robo elegante a mal tiempo.
Así la pasamos.
This is all we know.
I am the crumbled, crumbled, crumbled southern coast.
One more lockdown?
This is all we know.
What's another fucking day?
Así la pasamos
This is all we know
No dependas de ese cuello blanco
Te está mintiendo
That's all we've ever known
They say the testing kits are where now?
They're probably in a fucking warehouse
Accountable who?
Accountable who?
Accountable who?
Nadie vió nada como siempre
Wash your hands and walk away
Then it's us who gotta pay
Wash your hands and walk away.
Then it's us who gotta pay
El tiempo no
se detiene
El tiempo no
se detiene pa’ estos cabrones
Robo elegante a mal tiempo
Así la pasamos.
This is all we know.
I am the crumbled, crumbled, crumbled southern coast.
One more lockdown?
This is all we know.
What's another fucking day?
Así la pasamos
This is all we know
No dependas de ese cuello blanco
Te está mintiendo
That's all we've ever known
They say the testing kits are where now?
They're probably in a fucking warehouse
Accountable who?
Accountable who?
Accountable who?
Nadie vió nada como siempre
Wash your hands and walk away
Then it's us who gotta pay
Robo elegante a mal tiempo
Then it's us who gotta pay
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3. |
Death On Replay
02:37
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The stillness
Calmness that fades
I never thought there’d be a day
Where clipping all the roots
That begin to spread
Resemble death on replay
Programmed to disappear
Wired to self-destruct
While I keep blaming luck
4,3,2,1, all on my own
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own
It's all me
The warmth
Everything fades
Routines
All of those fade
I’m clipping all the roots
that begin to spread
I am death on replay
Programmed to disappear
Wired to self-destruct
While I keep blaming luck
4,3,2,1, all on my own
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own
It's all me
It’s like I can’t live without a fucking headache I swear.
Deep down I know
That none of this is necessary, not at all.
Vivir
Morir
En el crical
Vivir
Morir
En mi crical
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La Armada Chicago, Illinois
Formed in the Dominican Republic in 2001 and based out of Chicago since 2008, La Armada has carved out a name for themselves
locally and nationally with their explosive live show.
In 2020 La Armada will release mini EPs every 3 months under the name "Songs of the Exiled", each one dedicated to one of the places they have called home and that has influenced their views and socio-political stances.
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