1. |
Beast of the Apocalypse
04:02
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V1:
Why don't I commit suicide?
'Cause I'm as sick of death as I'm of life
I should be cast into a flaming caldron!
This is no home for me, this earth I'm on
PC1:
I want the world to feel my nothingness
To hear my scream of savage dreadfulness
As I set the world ablaze
And swallow it all in my flames
C:
I'm the most monstrous being in history
The beast of the apocalypse
I am the hope of nothing
And the despair of everything
I'm the beast with a contorted grin
Both growing and dying
V2:
Full of fire and darkness
Of despair and aspirations
Dilating to infinity
Contracting down to illusion
Brought up among perfumes and poisons
Sparks die in me
Only to be
Reborn as thunder and lightning
O:
Consumed with love and hatred
My symbol is the death of light and the flame of death
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2. |
Doomsayer
03:26
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V1:
So many call the body an illusion
What nerves and flesh
They're granted absolution
I don't understand this lack of awareness
But it seems to be a recipe for happiness
Living day-to-day in a state of ignorance
Of the body ever-present to one's consciousness
PC:
I am aware
The rest don't care
A grim messenger
A doomsayer
C:
What would the spirit be without the torments of meat?
Or consciousness sans sensibilities?
V2:
Is it sickness to be constantly aware
Of every single part of this temporal hardware?
Organs gave rise to consciousness
Became aware of their own existence
Abandoned nature and birthed this illness
The sick animal called man now deals with
B:
It's a grim reality
Kept alive by machinery
Never too early to write our own obituaries
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3. |
Meat Zombie
03:29
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V1:
Everybody has something to sell
Manipulate or be manipulated
See this wishing well?
Drop a coin or go to hell
Or else embrace your existential dread
Nihilist boogeyman lurks beyond the shadows
Eternal children never want to grow up
Grow up! Grow up!
Sunshine and butterflies
To replace dire facts of life
PC:
There is
NOTHING TO DO
and there is
NOWHERE TO GO
There's
NOTHING TO BE
and there is
NO ONE TO KNOW
C:
Look in the mirror, tell me what you see
Man made of flesh; a meat zombie
No one looking back, there's no one there
Identity written on thin air
V2:
A mind full of delusion
Thanks to natural selection
It made us this way for facilitation
Of our continual reproduction
V3:
Deluded by necessity
Replaced lies for metaphysics
Granted sense of identity
To navigate this endless void
Truth devoid humanoids
Fabricating reasons why
All this strive's something idealized
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4. |
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V1:
Desperate rebellion to reorganize
A process of chaos
To objectify
Our inner fluidity
To avoid this intensity
Of inner growth
But why not just soak
In our own struggle, turmoil
All kinds of insights
Would blend and flourish in fertile
Mental fermentation
PC1:
A sensation
Of actuality
Would be born
Unlocking true spirituality
C:
Tormented by a sense of inner infinity
'Bout to die of life I feel
A whole new world unveils
Like the rise of a wave or a musical phrase
Feeling so odd and unique
It has to be lived out with screams
The fear of death dissolves in the air
When living on the heights of despair
V2:
When the whole entirety
Of past's spirituality
Vibrates with supreme tensionality
You're caught by death without fear to accompany
But such experiences few can endure
'Til the very end
There's always a danger
In repressing that which needs objectivication
In locking up these energetic explosions
PC2:
Of information
In confession
There lies salvation
But at the same time
Part of your real self dies
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5. |
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V1:
Some people want peace
Rather than these
Bloodletting disharmonies
But that's never been the case
You'd have to be a saint
To accept this peaceful unison
That'd bore to tears 'bout anyone
PC1:
We want difference not unity
And no one made us this way
It's just how we entered this tragedy
Where one life's the prey (of another)
C:
When we sat down to a meal
If we could hear the sounds of a slaughterhouse...
Would we be wanton gobblers of meat
That most of us are now?
V2:
What we want is variety
To keep consciousness in its cage
And this is the birth of this nightmare
Pushing us towards the future
PC2:
A search of paradox
Of tragedy to get rid of
Via its initiation
Welcome to damnation
B:
As creatures walking on this ball
Whatever else we may be
This is certain; we are meat
As an old tribe of cannibals
Described what they ate
They called it "the food that talks"
PC3:
Most of the food that we
Have turned into meat
It did not speak
But it sure did scream
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6. |
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V1:
Why should we cling to hopes and dreams
To friends and aspirations
To world's corner I want to retreat
To renounce all my ambitions
PC1:
I don't understand what we're doing anything for
I don't want to hear the world's noise anymore
C:
Will to live and die in society
Mark of a great deficiency
Better by a thousand times
Abandoned and alone to die
1:
Lonely death's a symbol of our existence
There's no comfort at the last moment
2:
I want to dodge this melodrama
To die alone unseen by anyone
V2:
I'm losing all and gaining none
As I forfeit all possessions
Hopelessly unhappy, lonely
But I accept this fate; only thing on the tray
PC2:
I don't understand what we're doing anything for
I don't want to hear the world's noise anymore
I renounce this culture, I renounce this world
Of worldly gains I don't care, to me they do not matter
B:
There's nothing to be gained from this world
We're just waiting to be drained from our worth
But we have no worth, we're waiting return
To the comfort of dirt, like before we were birthed
We are so closed to each other
We always hide from one another
Yet how much of our destiny would we see
If employ did we a rule of honesty?
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7. |
Misfortune's Heir
04:09
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V1:
We exist as these machines
Inside us a factory of blood and meat
Any moment ready to fail
To cause an intense sensation of pain
C:
Is there a thought more terrifying?
Than one making just the thought of dying
To seem more like salvation
And existence to seem like damnation
V2:
Be it car crash or heart failure
One thing can be said for sure
This is the birth of all horror
This suit in which we're all prisoners
B:
I hope there's nothing when we die
I hope in the void I get to reside
To never again deal with this nightmare
Bestowed onto me as misfortune's heir
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8. |
Contradictions
03:53
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V1:
Those who write under the spell of inspiration
Whose thoughts express their nervous disposition
Are not concerned with systems or unity
In those they find only insipidity
They like great and dangerous contradictions
V2:
People not living on the edge know no contradictions
Their limited resources can form no oppositions
But those who violently experience
Hatred, despair, chaos, nothingness
They can never be crystalized
Into systems formalized
PC1:
I cannot be caught
For I am no one
Form, system, plan, category
All stem from the lack of inner energy
C1:
I burn with each passion and I gradually die
With each and in each
I only breathe on the heights
I'm always alone
With others more so
So I cannot grow
To become crystallized
V3:
Only in the love of chaos
Can one be a creator
Illness works as inspiration
It's essential for creation
I must confess, I admire death
Its negativity, grandeur, infinity
Man bears with himself
Not just his life
Also his demise
PC2:
Life's a long drawn-out agony
Giving way to sadness and its mystery
A mystery so rich, that sadness won't cease
A mystery written to infinity
C2:
Burn with each passion
I only breathe on the heights
I'm always alone
Can't become crystallized
B:
I'm raising questions to the point of exhaustion
True thinking resembles a demon muddying the spring of life
Only those are happy who don't think - this can be verified
My thinking leaves behind me a trail of smoke and blood
Corrupting the roots of life
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9. |
All Is Dust
04:03
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V1:
Too many reasons to reject life
To name just a few: despair, death, infinity
Inner causes constitute as many
Cuz what concerns life's not truth or falsity
PC1:
So little do men value solitude
They condemn the sterility of all they've produced
And give praise just to social values
C:
If you made me God, then I'd
Abrubtly resign
And if the world were just me
I'd turn into tiny pieces and disappear
V2:
They all aspire great things to achieve
Through which to attain immortality
As if, in the end, they won't all crumble
Into dust
B:
By everything
In this world I will
Be displeased
PC2:
So little do men value solitude
They condemn the sterility of all they've produced
And give praise just to social values
For they cherish the illusion
That they've all contributed to their creation
O:
But if I am God
Then how can moments exist
when I feel like I know it all
If there's nothing at all
I lack understanding for?
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10. |
Institutionalized
03:02
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V1:
Optimism, it seems to me
An absurd and wicked mockery
Of mankind's sufferings
Of which we dare not speak
But even those who do not share
This point of view, might start to care
When thinking of spittle-chinned gentlemen
Frauding a gullible audience
PC1:
Now even those of you who prefer
To be enthralled by optimist spells
May start to see
The wickedness turning the gears of the world-machine
C:
1:
Rest your mind, everything is alright
Or at the very least, it will be
2:
"Time will come", we tell ourselves,
"...when we'll wallow all day in happiness."
V2:
Most cannot care whether this is the worst of all possible worlds
We're all in damage control trying desperately not to feel worse
PC2:
Many of us appreciate a good meal, but few of us do
The hunger that makes it feel so good
B:
Say something nice or at least equivocal
Otherwise, you'd best not say it at all
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11. |
Love Me More
04:09
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V1:
Death is a blessing in disguise
Freeing you, leaving others behind
To mourn the loss experienced
Waiting for death to free them
Maybe it's better to die
Than to live and to witness this sorry decline
PC1:
The thing we call love
Is just a chemical
Like puppets of the selfish gene
Perpetually
Pulled by its strings
C:
I want to die before you
So that you suffer, not me
I want to escape
(Leave you the terrible fate)
Though I love you,
I love me more
I want to die before
(You)
V2:
We cannot win the game we play
Hearts will be broken either way
You die; I lose, you win
I die; you lose, I win
How much easier this could've been made
If we didn't play the game in the first place?
B:
It was never 'bout me
Just the selfish gene
The universe doesn't care about you
It just wants you to reproduce
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12. |
Porcupines
03:36
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V1:
Persona; a mask
Person; a human being
No one reveals
Who they truly are
PC1:
Whole of our arrangements in society
May be likened to perpetual comedy
This is why a man worth of anything
Finds society so insipid
C:
This is a story of the porcupines
Who huddled together in the cold of the night
Stung each other, had to separate
Then cold drove them joint again
Repeating this many times
At last they realized
Best they stayed
Small distance away
V2:
In the same way
The need of society
Together drives
Human porcupines
PC2:
Only to be
Repelled mutually
By the many
Prickly qualities
Fair distance they find
Barely satisfies
Their needs for heat
But no stings at least
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13. |
Eden
03:40
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V1:
First surprised by being at all
Then surprised by what we are
To be a man is less natural
Than it is to be at all
This can be felt instinctively
By taking part in blissful sleep
In sleep we unlock our identity
Rejecting even our own singularity
PC1:
Long before to the Tree of Knowledge he turned
The curse of ours was a tormentor of our first ancestor
Dissatisfied with what he called "I"
Yet twice as much with his creator
Whom he envied but did not realize
'Til illuminated thanks to the tempter
C:
Pick any tree from the garden of Eden and freely eat
Except from the tree of good and evil you may not eat
V2:
Adam in Eden starts feeling malaise
As a result to temptation he yields
Early manifest of our inheritance
Of our inaptitude for happiness
PC2:
Happiness was within his grasp
Offered a gift of ignorance
But he turned it down
He preferred to frown
A pursuit fruitless then and hopeless now
B:
For if you eat from this tree
Then, child of mine, you will surely die
But the whispers from below
Compared to warnings from on high
Proved more effective and so we were doomed to die
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14. |
Oblivion
03:15
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V1:
Life's a nightmare that leaves its mark upon you
Its realness to you it wants to prove
Lone madness is like a paradise
Compared to that found from the world outside
PC1:
We're not from here
We're from nowhere
Our home is there
In oblivion
C:
Bless every hour that leads closer to the grave
Why am I still here I wonder every day
This struggle for life is oh so vain
Waiting return to the place from where I came
V2:
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
You came from Earth, and there you must return
Unfinished business must be seen to
Meanwhile enjoy this waiting room
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15. |
The Beauty of Flames
03:24
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I:
Throw me into a sea of flames
Show me the beauty of flames
V1:
The beauty of flames lies in their strange play
Beyond all proportion and harmony
PC1:
Their flare symbolizes at once grace and tragedy
Innocence and sadness, despair, voluptuousness
Their burning transparence has something of the lightness of great purifications
Consume me with your delicate, insidious tongues
C:
I wish the fiery
Transcendence would carry me
Up and throw me
Into a sea of flames
V2:
It creates the illusion of a pure, sublime death
Akin to dawn's light
PC2:
I'd die an ecstatic death in your grace
Death in flames is like a burning of light, graceful wings
Do only butterflies die in flames?
What about those devoured by the flames within?
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