For you who choose bondage, the world is a cage Paralyzed under their gaze These scraps of self, they're not enough But they're all that I could steal It's easier for you - you don't fucking feel Do you Subjugate our nightmares, bend them to their ends And they offer to share the dividends? A place in the shadow of the great guillotine And are you blessed, in these days of lifelessness? I'm choking on the rim of your righteousness Staring through the bars at the worlds we'll never know Lost in the city, the beaten crowds Those around you gagged and bound Smothered Caught Gasping in Panoptikon Defined by confines, condemned to live these lives No secrets safe from their eyes But what goes on in our minds goes on in your hearts Denied all creation, destruction is our bitter art We'll slip through the cracks, we're not afraid For every bent knee too shall break We'll dance in the shadow of the great guillotine That does its rhythmic work On each and every unbowed head One by one by one. Judgment Are you the sacred and the clean? One day we'll rise to mount the skies And tear your gods' towers down Freedom In the death rows (death throes) of this machine No freedom here, living in fear Until every wheel stops turning Until every channel goes dead Until every light goes out Until every city is burning Then we'll see some freedom!


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    General CommentIn Serbian/Croatian/Bosnian

    3. PANOPTIKUM (muzej vo{tanih figura)


    Za tebe koji si izabrao ropstvo, svijet je kavez
    Paraliziran od njihovog zurenja
    Ostaci tebe nisu dovoljni
    Ali to je sve {to sam mogao ukrasti
    Lak{e je za tebe – ne osje}a{
    Da li
    Nadja~ava{ na{e more, ve`e{ ih za krajeve
    Dok se oni nude da podjele dobitak?
    Mjesto u sjeni veli~anstvene giljotine.
    Da li si blagoslovljen u ovim danima bez`ivotnosti?
    Gu{im se na rubu tvoje pravednosti

    Gledam kroz re{etke u svijet koji ne}emo nikad spoznati
    Izgubljene u gradu, pretu~ene gomile
    Oko tebe zavezane i u{utkane
    Pomirene
    Uhva}ene
    Uzdi{u
    u Panoptikumu
    Definirani granicama, osu|eni na takve `ivote
    Bez tajni sigurnih od njihovog pogleda
    Ali {to je u na{im mislima to je i u va{im srcima
    Poreknuto stvaranje, propast je na{a gorka umjetnost
    Skliznut }emo kroz pukotine, ne bojimo se
    Jer }e se svako pokleknu}e slomiti
    Plesat }emo u sjeni veli~anstvene giljotine
    Koja ritmi~ki radi
    Na svakoj nepokorenoj du{i ( nesavijenoj glavi)
    Jednoj
    Po jednoj
    Po jednoj.
    Presuda
    Da li si prosve}en i ~Ist?
    Jednoga dana uzdi}i {}emo se da osvojimo nebo
    I rastrgamo tvr|ave tvojih bogova
    Sloboda
    U redovima smrti ove ma{ine
    Nema slobode, `ivot u strahu
    Dok se poslednji kota~i} ne prestane okretati
    Dok poslednji kanal ne odumre
    Dok se poslednje svijetlo ne ugasi
    Dok poslednji grad ne izgori
    Tek tada }emo vidjeti slobodu!

    (‘on dolazi! On dolazi!” kao mlado`enja iz svoje sobe
    dolazi heroj iz svojeg zatvora na gubili{te i svoju propast)
    monstrumon March 22, 2006   Link
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    General Comment3. PANOPTIKON


    For you who choose bondage, the world is a cage
    Paralyzed under their gaze
    These scraps of self, they're not enough
    But they're all that I could steal
    It's easier for you - you don't fucking feel !
    Do you
    Subjugate our nightmares, bend them to their ends
    And they offer to share the dividends?
    A place in the shadow of the great guillotine
    And are you blessed, in these days of lifelessness?
    I'm choking on the rim of your righteousness
    Staring through the bars at the worlds we'll never know
    Lost in the city, the beaten crowds
    Those around you gagged and bound
    Smothered
    Caught
    Gasping
    In Panoptikon
    Defined by confines, condemned to live these lives
    No secrets safe from their eyes
    But what goes on in our minds goes on in your hearts
    Denied all creation, destruction is our bitter art
    We'll slip through the cracks, we're not afraid
    For every bent knee too shall break
    We'll dance in the shadow of the great guillotine
    That does its rhythmic work
    On each and every unbowed head
    One
    by one
    by one.
    Judgment
    Are you the sacred and the clean?
    One day we'll rise to mount the skies
    And tear your gods' towers down
    Freedom
    In the death rows (death throes) of this machine
    No freedom here, living in fear
    Until every wheel stops turning
    Until every channel goes dead
    Until every light goes out
    Until every city is burning
    Then we'll see some freedom!

    (“he is coming! he is coming!” like a bridegroom from his room
    come the hero from his prison to the scaffold and his doom)
    monstrumon March 22, 2006   Link

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