W betonowej dżungli bez drzew i bez słońca
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Choć ściska nam szczęki ze strachu
Resztkami tlenu karmimy spięte ciała
Matka natura nie tego dla nas chciała
Matka natura nie tego dla nas chciała
Pełni autoagresji
Wypełniamy pustkę
W innych homosapiens szukamy ukojenia
In a concrete jungle without trees and sun
we struggle to breathe endlessly
And although we clench our jaws
we prey on sliver of air
It’s not what mother nature wanted for us
Full of self-aggression
We fill the void
Longing for solace in others
In the labyrinth of shadows and light
We are untouchable
I wander paths
I notice strategies
Desires, expectations
ever burning source of anxiety
I close my blurry eyes
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Ohyda brings what's best from hardcore punk's aggression, amplifying the feral, noisy sounds with a sweet psychedelic weirdness. Always a first choice for my skateboarding time. Totally stoked with this polished Polish nightmare! Umbra Cornuta
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