Sick Of Italy

by Wargame

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Registrato tra Ottobre 2014 e Aprile 2015 da Carlo Altobelli presso i Toxic Basement Studios di Carate Brianza, che si occupa anche del mix e del master. Prodotto da ETN Records e distribuito da Punishment 18. Gli artwork sono stati realizzati da Gian Marco Tavella.

Recorded between October 2014 and April 2015 at Toxic Basement Studios in Carate Brianza. Mix and master by Carlo Altobelli of Toxic Basement Studios. Produced by ETN Records and distributed by Punishment 18. Artwork by Gian Marco Tavella.

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released August 22, 2016

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Max & Rello - Guitars
Toxic Tony - Bass
Tom - Drums

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Track Name: Intro
[instrumental]
Track Name: Small Soldier
Woke up in a void, I live just waiting, waiting for what?
Yesterday I felt better, now all is burning, my senses are melting!

Losin' my time, feelin' quite high, thinkin' what to say!
Prayin' for a break, feelin' always sick, tired by myself!

Nothing seems move, the Earth is wailing, I'm a part of it, too!
I'll break my chains but my world is falling, my life is senselles!

Nothing to do! We're just small soldiers!
Nothing to say! Protect our borders!
Nothing on Earth…

Nothing to do! We're just small soldiers!
Nothing to say! Protect our borders!
Nothing on Earth…

I've grown weaker, but now count me off, I'm really sick of it!
I'm born with heavy heart, still pain won't go away, but I won't eat all this fuckin' shit!
Track Name: Mud 'N' Blood
Run! Into the – Pit! Just for a – Gig! I won't miss it,
Rush! For Over – Kill! Maybe they'll – Play! Bastard nation?
Quick! Blitzey won't – Wait! It's starting – Hey! There's some mud now,
Jump! Over the – Swamp! I'm landing – But! I've made a mistake!

Mud! Mud and Blood! On my face!
Mud! Mud and Blood! I'll never forget it!
Mud! Mud and Blood! On my hands!
Mud! Mud and Blood! Just not literally!

Now! What can I – do? I'm fallen – Down! Will I rise up?
Mud! And inner – Shame! Dirt on my – Face! Please, man, kill me!
Yes! I need to – Rest! I feel like – Die! But life reach me!
Stand! I just don't – Care! It's only – Fun! It's not my mistake!

Mud! Mud and Blood! On my face!
Mud! Mud and Blood! I'll never forget it!
Mud! Mud and Blood! On my hands!
Mud! Mud and Blood! Just not literally!

Underground should be... unity!
Counter-culture and... alternative!
What I see... just the same!
Everybody fights... for just the crumbs!

Mud! Mud and Blood! On my face!
Mud! Mud and Blood! I'll never forget it!
Mud! Mud and Blood! On my hands!
Mud! Mud and... BLOOD!
Track Name: Drink Beer
Your society is killing me, all your values and all your rules,
Nothing makes me really happy, only drinkin' and havin' fun,
What is wrong inside my head? Is it possible that... I am the problem?

I wanna smash your impositions, wanna make my own decisions,
Mass destruction is the price to pay for goin' always against the grain,
What is wrong inside your head?... You are the problem!

Tell the truth, when I crossed the line?
Tell the truth, am I still normal?
Tell the truth, there's no more place for me?
Tell the truth, am I still normal?

Drink beer! Don't work! Listen thrash metal! 'N fuck you all!
Drink beer! Don't work! Listen thrash metal! 'N fuck you all!

Welcome to the thrash party!
Everybody mosh now!

Everybody mosh now! ...Mosh! ...Mosh! ...Mosh!

Drink beer! Don't work! Listen thrash metal! 'N fuck you all!
Drink beer! Don't work! Listen thrash metal! 'N fuck you all!
Drink beer! Don't work! Listen thrash metal! 'N fuck you all!
Track Name: Slasher
If I still had a brain... I would stop all this...
If I still had a brain...

Singing same old songs,
‘Bout movies and shit,
We want to see you…
Fuckin’ scream!

There is no story to tell,
Bad acting and a big bad knife,
The psycho-man wants you…
Bleed!

Slasher! Slasher! - Nothing more!
Slasher! Slasher! - Just for fun!
Slasher! Slasher! - Mad by bore!
Slasher! Slasher! - He's coming for me!

If I still had a brain... I would feel pity...
If I still had a brain...

Singing same old songs,
‘Bout movies and shit,
We want to see you…
Fuckin’ scream!

There is no story to tell,
Bad acting and a big bad knife,
The psycho-man wants you…
Bleed!

Slasher! Slasher! - Nothing more!
Slasher! Slasher! - Just for fun!
Slasher! Slasher! - Mad by bore!
Slasher! Slasher! - He's coming for me!

Ahahahah...
It's killing-time!

Run for life, got no time,
Break the mold, not be sold
Killing-time! It’s killing-time! - Here we go!
Track Name: Sick Of Italy
Go!

Blaming society!
I was in my room! – Enjoying some thrash!
I heard a noise! – My whole family!
They’re here for lunch! – They’re drinking, and munching, and talking and then…

Got too many parents! – A full horde of zombies!
Destroying my home! – It’s italian lifestyle!
They’re here for lunch! – They’re drinking, and drinking, and talking and then…

I’m sick of it! – Sick of Italy!
Society’s to blame! – Sick of Italy!
Where Mafia is born! – Sick of Italy!
They’re drinking and drinking, and drinking, and then falling down!

Blaming society!
Italia is my place! – But I don’t belong here!
Nation is a lie! – There are no walls!
But I’m trapped here! – I’m drinking, and munching, and thinking and then…

A nation full of shit! – Repression and Church!
Cops and rules! – I want to destroy!
But I’m trapped here! – I’m drinking, and drinking, and thinking and then…

I’m sick of it! – Sick of Italy!
Society’s to blame! – Sick of Italy!
Where Mafia is born! – Sick of Italy!
I’m drinking and drinking, and drinking, and then falling down!
Track Name: A.C.A.M.
Raised like cannon-fodder, brainwashed 'till the grave,
Well-armed cyborg, you don't know good and bad,
Warmachine, born to kill, repression is your vaccine,
“A.C.A.B.”, not just a pose, that's our final statement!

All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!

You march in my streets, you do what you want,
Protected by the State, you have no remorse,
You know nothing can stop you, we are at your mercy,
But you'll meet your match, chaos n' anarchy will prevail!

All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!

Yo! You stupid jerk! You're just a pawn in their game!
You're hatching with the State!
You are a vicious circle in the System!
We will destroy you in our mayhem!

All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!
All cops are... motherfuckers!
Track Name: Nuke Lovers
Stilysh men, refined men, speak and laugh,
Drink martini, sweet champagne, making business,
Adjust their tie, talk fluently, making money,
Their new affaire, their christamas gift to their sons... brand new nuclear plant!

Let's celebrate, let's party hard, let's drink and shout,
Take your wife, take your daughter, take your mom,
New energy, it's safe and clean, they are very sure,
'Cause time has come, time to switch, the fatal button... that will bring you down!

Switch the button off!
Radiation come!
Radiation burn!
Radiation kill!

Survivors crawl, organize themselves, new communities,
They're mutants now, unable to redeem, hated by men,
They're a plague, they will be cancelled, only one solution,
Nuke them! Nuke them! Nuke them!

Nuke... all! Nuke...
Nuke... all! Nuke... Nuke them all!

Ripping down flesh, flesh and meat,
Mutation like a sorcery feast,
Eyes shut and no more voice,
You will beg for another choice! - You will beg for another choice!

Stilysh men, refined men, speak and laugh,
Drink martini, sweet champagne, making business,
Adjust their tie, talk fluently, making money,
Their new affaire, their christamas gift to their sons...
Track Name: Not For Me!
People walking all around, chatting talking with no sound,
They don't know they're all the same, but I know its not my game,

You talk only about yourself, don't you care for nothing else?
Your existence is so straight, all you'll get from me is hate!

Your society, your sociality! – NOT FOR ME!
Your fashion, your fascism! – NOT FOR ME!
Your trends, your trash! – NOT FOR ME!
Exhibition, your existence! – NOT FOR ME!
Track Name: Kickflip In Hell
Everybody know how to live my life!
Everybody know what is wrong, what is right!

With hangover, in the morning, wake up dead!
To the skatepark, next the mall, don't be shy!
Down the pipe, into the pool, feelin' bad!
Learn the ollie, smash your feet, puke some blood!

Kick – flip – in – hell!
Kick – flip – in – Kickflip in hell!
Kick – flip – in – hell!
Kick – flip – in – Kickflip in hell!

I don't wanna study, now,
Work all day makes me sick!
I'll procrastinate my life,
'Till I could always hide!

Always drunk, all alone, never sleep!
On the skate, on the road, must be strong!
Take a beer, smoke a joint, start again!
No more pain, and loneliness, forever free!

Kick – flip – in – hell!
Kick – flip – in – Kickflip in hell!
Kick – flip – in – hell!
Kick – flip – in – Kickflip in hell!

I…
Will…
Never…
Grow!...

I will never grow!
I will never grow!
I will never grow!
I will never grow!

Down the pipe, into the pool, feelin' bad!
Learn the ollie, there's no way to - fall!
Track Name: Fear
My mind is totally fucked up, I just need another bad trip,
Yes, it’s quite overwhelming and I’m running out of friends!
I want to go out tonight, I’m going to the usual pub,
I just need an excuse and I’ll send you straight in Hell!

I kill the first with no denies, smash his head and look his eyes,
Crush my bat on your head, it’s only anger, nothing more to say!
Crazy murder, they start to scream, my mind is running away, free,
I don’t believe in human lives, I just wanna give sense to my days!

They have to fear me!

Fear! My reason to live!
Murder! My bloody dream!
Anger! My last thought!
Pain! My favourite weapon!

Fear! My reason to live!
Murder! My bloody dream!
Anger! My last thought!
Pain! My favourite weapon!
Track Name: Black Rambo / U.Ass.A.
Justified by their bombs,
Empire founded, on repression,
Democracy, war 'n dollar!

Politicians, drunk with power,
Too brainwashed to realize,
Makin' wars, for their deals,
To protect God, country 'n me!

It's a fraud – the American Way,
It is based – on my death,
Your new order – is just terror!

Imperialism – in disguise,
Tiranny – it's the truth,
New millennium – police state!

U.Ass.A.! - Fascist state!
U.Ass.A.! - Imperial shit!
U.Ass.A.! - Smash the poor!

U.Ass.A.! - Fascist state!
U.Ass.A.! - Imperial shit!
U.Ass.A.! - Kill the queers!

U.Ass.A.! - U.Ass.A.!
U.Ass.A.! - U.Ass.A.!
U.Ass.A.! - U.Ass.A.!

U.Ass.A.!
U.Ass.A.!
U.Ass.A.!

Nazi system achieved!

Nobody will care - if you fucking gonna die - in the States!