"Angel's Choir" genre: Hardcore Punk
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	Freedom of choice is irrelevant when none of the choices we can make (and get away with it) will actually give us more freedom. It is almost like choosing between a knife in the chest or a bullet in your gut. I do not feel at home with the life that it is "meant" for me to live. not at all. What they call life I call living death
	Label: Smart Patrol Records
	Story Behind the Song In all of my short existence, I have been taught that there is only one right way to live - the life of the so-called western civilisation; the greatest culture that ever existed and the very peak of humanity’s evolution. In the seventh year of my life there was no question that I was beginning school, where the indoctrination of the correct norms and applicable laws would continue, where the training would become intensified. When I had finished the first step in school, there was never a discussion whether I wanted to go to the next level or not. Suddenly nine years had passed and I had finished the part of education which is obligatory by law in Norway. Of course, I could have quit school after those nine years, nobody held a gun to my head. They did, however, hold threats of unemployment, stupidity, a miserable life and death against me all the time. If you do not get an education, you are dumb, not creative and without capabilities of thinking “independent thoughts” *. If you do not get that job, you are lazy and a worthless parasite. So I started my “secondary education”. That was almost three years ago. Now I am nearly finished. During my 12 years at schools, I have come to realise quite a lot about the situation that I am in. I do not longer believe everything that I am told. So I know now that I will probably never go to one of their schools again. In our lives, there are always already made out paths that we are suppose to walk, in the exact same way that millions have done before us. We may have “freedom of choice”, but we never get to participate in creating the choices available ourselves, and it seems to always be about choosing the less bad one. Freedom of choice is irrelevant when none of the choices we can make (and get away with it) will actually give us more freedom. It is almost like choosing between a knife in the chest or a bullet in your gut. I do not feel at home with the life that it is "meant" for me to live. not at all. What they call life I call living death. * that means to completely internalise the program so as to become as efficient and productive as possible Lyrics i open your door and out comes the stench of rotting flesh you offer me nothing but half-truths and images of reality to be dressed in masks, rather undead than alive, staring with hidden desire at worlds barely visible - barely imaginable (i'd touch her soft skin at every chance) there is nothing for me in this my dreams you laugh at, my hopes you crush all of my laughter and all of my tears held up inside your sanctuary comforts me not for its walls are blood red your songs saves me not for it's the ugly screams of the dead your love breaks my heart and leaves me to bleed before your feet and your happiness brings me only tears in our lives - the roads we are supposed to walk down paved streets and barren soil no longer fertile but there is another world concealed within this one there are still places we have never been

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