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Sicknature - Heads In The Screen ft Søren Nico Adamsen & Dennis Post w/ Lyrics

Sicknature - Nature Of The Contaminated 2013: iTunes ►► http://ituns.li/S-NoTC Spotify ►► https://open.spotify.com/album/0QDyq2... Bandcamp ►► http://snowgoons.bandcamp.com/album/n... CD & Vinyl ►► https://www.goonsgear.com/test/sickna... Trailer by DJ Sixkay:   / sixkaymusic   Facebook Goon MuSick ► http://fty.li/LikeGoonMuSick Info:   / sicknaturemusic   Mixed by Sicknature Vocals mixed & mastered by Chris at Peak Studios: http://www.peak-studios.de Lyrics: The trend is big business, missions are sickening for the quick digits Storming through lands like big twisters without a shit given Driven by a business style, wild with no ethics The soil is ruined, turning fertile grounds into desert Unstoppable greed, doubling the profits with speed, Corporate behemoths conquor another market with ease The end of self-sufficient and ethical farming The little man gets bend over, the corporate dick gets ready for plowing While inequality breathes easy, few are airing it out Too busy breathing their own air and mirroring the crowd Money is a global religion and with no sacred pockets Small farmers dont stand a chance when the devil watches Their land get taken, everything they shared get abolished Holding their families tight, with nothing more but tears in the gutter Hugging the memory of the happiness they practiced once Now living a life among trash and dump in the expanding slums (Chorus) (Søren Nico Adamsen) Mercyless greed Contaminated reason Poor world on its knees Lives in million pieces Paradise exists where the green feeds rest Heads are stuck in the screens as the world outside bleeds death The trend is big business, missions are sickening for the quick digits Storming through lands this minute without a shit given Demolition of thousands of homes Another socalled perfect world created on top of a mountain of bones All purchased for an unheard price As the odour of death offends the ground that had once served life The pollution of dreams, nightmares with crooks full of greed And the first world becoming more hooked to the machine Mechanical safety far from the attack of the drones A safe zone inside a world whose collapse is composed While innoncent civilians, building a life with their bare hands, watch their school burn, their village remodeled to mere sand Homeless and broken, moments get frozen, Caught in a Ragnarok between democracy bombs and holy explosions Hugging the memory of their beloved, once caring and devoted humans As their cries echo from within the smoking ruins (Chorus) WE KEEP HIP HOP ALIVE!