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Judas saves!

Stay at your side,
all you deserved is actually mine.
Nice try to me boy but
this is the life.
You stop playing with toys, lad
choosing your poor wife

No blame on my street;
no way to fuck this shit!

No come home/ Never stop for a moment.
The pride of our fathers / Let will flow.
Mind your own / Only way of consuming.
We the sons of the devil / Grown with gold.

You are your judgement!
You are you lenience!
You know there ain't way you
can trick your death?!

Buildings grow!
Dead grey tones!
Children born
of a soulless world!

No come home/ Never stop for a moment.
The pride of our fathers / Let will flow.
Mind your own / Only way of consuming.
We the sons of the devil / Grown with gold.

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from Judas The Dancer Demo, track released December 1, 2014
Music by Judas The Dancer; Lyrics by Nicolò Cavallaro; Recorded, mixed and mastered at "Giulietta Studios" by Alessandro Berto

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Judas The Dancer Italy

Post Pop Violence: the hidden depravation in listenable music.

Born from 3 members of prog band Eloa Vadaath, Marco, Lorenzo and Nicolò, boosted by drummer Ronnie and fed with smoke, alchool and Kryptonite to serve you, dear viz, all the post-pop- violence you never dared to indulge to. ... more

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