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Panopticon
02:34
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Only shadows haunt these streets.
Cleared from scars and struggle
Pacification putting hope in shackles
Leaving soulless cities to eat themselves
A swarm of faceless numbers
A mere disposable existence stuck on a loop
Disconnected. Sequestrated lonesomeness.
Trapped in the tunnel vision
These desolated places will always be ours.
Left to rot under our prying eyes.
Beyond the facade. Blackened to the bones.
Behind these doors lie what you hide
The rule of reason
Not forgotten nor gone
The lone wolf dies so the pack survives
There’s no head, no crown to cut
A nameless force that sweeps us all
Watching from [the] tower above
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2. |
Dead at Birth
03:25
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Born into this void. A breath of life in a choking world.
I see my mother exhausted, my siblings skinned alive
Wondering what’s that smell?
Not alone but in the dark,
I've never known daylight
A nightmare I won't wake up from
This existence is inexistence
Inbred, poisoned and tortured
Not having a voice is no reason to die
Not having a voice is no reason to die
I wish I could tear away your blinders
But you already know the truth
Complacency is not love
Your cravings sign my death sentence
Indulge in your false compassion
Your love is only destruction
I bleed your fake empathy. I bleed
Not having a voice is no reason to die
Not having a voice is no reason to die
You can convince yourself
You're not holding the knife
You can convince yourself
You can convince yourself
But you don't care if I live or die
Clean hands and peaceful mind. Clean hands!
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3. |
Resurgence
02:16
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Unchained liberty.
Sweat tastes like ropes.
Annihilate all dreams.
The ink is dry now.
No justice to deny.
Will she ever be at peace?
Even her skin doesn’t fit
You paid the price.
They took everything but blood.
No salvation, even in death
No salvation, even in death
They slit the victims' throats, and you were scared
They put rusty chains. A call to hatred
Picture this tragedy.
Call to hatred.
Call to hatred.
Picture this.
Cursed memory on dry lips
Picture this.
Eyes fixed, skin deep
The taste of cursed memory on dry lips
The pages are turning, details fade away, their rotten book is a reflection of decay
The whip-bearers are blood ink writers
A rage contained. Eyes fixed, skin deep
Picture this.
White shadows have wasted their lives starving the beast
The Damned of the Earth thirst of justice
They better fear the “roar of the bewildered herd”
The testimony of a long awaited resurgence.
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4. |
Assume the Worst
04:16
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It all comes crashing
Beauty drowned in fears and tears
Brand new vision and same old story
Our world is spinning down
Humanity basking in ego
Both judge and jury.
Always fudging reality
When the bell rings, our fate is sealed
Lies and false promises
Relieved to cower and applaud
Am I to blame for the sacrifice of others?
Can’t you feel the pointing fingers?
With the illusion of freewill
Am I the one to blame?
“We’re the privileged, far from pain and misery. I'm so ashamed of modern slavery”.
From children of cobalt in the DRC, to dead bodies in the red sea.
This is what they die for. This what we pay for.
We’re all guilty, still preaching for the lesser evil theory
“I cleave to no system. I am a true seeker”.
You must accept your fate, mine is surrounded by hate.
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5. |
Days of Wrath
02:22
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Are we lost on an endless journey?
Of higher powers and clever signs
Are we lost?
False liberties and poisoned minds
The burden of existence is as good as truth
A love built on hate is what we're taught.
A world drown in an ocean of lies.
Wounds too deep to be forgiven.
A stance too strong to be forsaken.
« […] They shall call upon God, but He will not hear them;
death shall be desired, but it will not come;
not even shall night give rest to their fear,
nor shall sleep approach to their eyes, […]”
« […] They shall call upon God, but He will not hear them;
death shall be desired, but it will not come;
not even shall night give rest to their fear,
nor shall sleep approach to their eyes, […]”
« The world shall be despoiled of beauty, through the destruction of men. »
Let the divine fade so we can be free.
The worst crimes lie in utter silence.
This is where we’re supposed to be.
Lost on an endless journey.
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6. |
First Breath
03:32
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When you feel it
Deep inside your bones
When you have to move on
Am I alone? Am I ok with this?
When the distance grows
The further you go, the stronger it becomes
Sometimes I’m scared
I'm scared of being alone
Still trying to find a place that doesn't seem to exist
You bring me what I’ll always miss
My path is bound to yours.
You’re a part of me.
You're my one true love
Taking love for granted and forgot how things take time
Looking at all the tracks we've laid out
You’re my shelter when I’m lost
A new breathe when in doubts
I embrace these precious times. I choose to focus on the light
You bring me what I’ll always miss
My path is bound to yours.
You’re a part of me.
You’re my one true love!
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7. |
Off the Map
02:42
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Surrounded by darkness
Consumed by loneliness
Waiting for someone to bridge the gap
A nebulous of lost minds
A veil upon our eyes
From darkness to light
A return to primitive state
Caught in the tempest of our human fate
From ashes to ashes / Rage and discontent fill our lungs
The lines are blurred between right and wrong
A cry for redemption coming too strong
I long for the day our voices will echoe
From darkness to light
A return to primitive state
Caught in the tempest of our human fate
Leaving some mystery on our map
Another call - Animal Liberation
Out of sight, but never out of mind
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8. |
Paralysis
02:00
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The craze of inaction
The blaze of false conquest
Paralyzed and overthrown
Outburst of emptiness
Surrender once again
Bending until it breaks
Preaching for non-violence. A priest of silence.
A war fought with no resilience
When the game is rigged, will you be fool enough to play by the rules.
“See how pure I am for making the right choice”
“Now sew their lips and prevent them from talking”
And you’re still waiting
Rooted in your comfort zone
Servile to their interests
The most loyal pawn on the board
When will we be lost enough? When will we be weak enough?
To let the blows go down
Our feelings know no bounds, but our will is getting bought.
Can you afford this gift?
Can you afford this gift?
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Will the streets ever sleep with such deafening silence?
Today someone tried to breath and it was taken away
The words echoe and the death can't go away
“No crime was committed” was the rooster's crow
Just a collateral damage of an authoritarian blow
Excessive force. Bloodstained hands
Blind Justice. Killer Police
Guilty of standing up / Guilty of not being white
The lethal power of dominance
You either cave or die in the hands of the swine
Chokehold, and tear gas,
“Black storms shake the air. Dark clouds blind us
Even though pain and death may await us […]”
We'll suck the air out of their lungs, one spark at a time
I will set the flame. ‘cos I can no longer breathe
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