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(Instrumental)
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Speeding down the killing road, chasing death again
Not hungry for the payload, but hungry for the pain
Music’s not our ecstasy; it’s the sickness of our souls
Affliction worse than any drug that deprived us of our goals
Into purgatory, with nothing to lose
Into purgatory, with nothing to gain
Into purgatory, we must be insane
Into purgatory, we come back again
Stacking different substances, unbroken and unfazed
As the end of night advances and the sky turns to blaze
Snuff fest filled with gore, dead bodies hit the floor
Scarce survivors scream for more, as we play the final score
Dawn break brings back the ache
The feeling that we cannot shake
Anxiety grips our chests and our brains
We yearn to feel dead inside again
Another night, another fruitless fight
Dive into reality away from the light
Life is an abomination unclean and unjust
Ultimate perfection awaits us in the dust
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Wake up, merge back with reality
Umbilical noose tightens, from self-animosity
Life or death, the fuck I care, I’ve long made my peace
Nothing can fulfil me, until the day I cease
Feed the Empire with my blood
I drag myself through the mud
I choke myself on shit and pus
Empire – It Is Us
Stitched together, flesh and bone
My eyes are set onto the throne
Abdominal existence, of orderly chaos
A temple of illness, sickness and pathos
As much as I infatuate and elevate myself
I can’t help but fall before man-praised wealth
Selling away piece by piece, with fear of rotting on the shelf
Reinventing myself day by day, redefined in my own hell
Suffocating grief, loss in disbelief – probably
Become a better me, unlike the better you – arguably
Just a lifeless mass, all of me – definitely
A sleepless kind of fear, nightmares’ all I hear – eternally
“Bow down, I am your reflection
Now drown, In your own weaved convictions
Your vanity, inanity, lack of humanity
Your mundanity, insanity, this is your reality”
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A mass of shit, bones and blood, on a rock, born from mud
Damn to eternal agony, from its soul cacophony
„I am more than what I am, I won’t amount to nothingness!“
These words are the bane of man, a testament to his pettiness
I am love, I am hate, I’m the fears that I create
I am joy, I am pain, I’m my one and only bane
I am void, I am time, I’m my struggle to survive
All I know, All I feel, I’m my souls' cacophony
Fame, wealth and power, man lusts for them all
To be the king of everything, man will fight and crawl
To be the star of the world, bigger than life itself
To become a titan and forever rule this realm
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All you hear, all you see
Are chemicals and circuitry
All you see and believe
Are chemicals and circuitry
Circuitry instead of veins, SSD instead of brains
CPU instead of a heart, motherboard to hold us apart
Chemicals seep into your mind,
Microchips and data, self, redesigned
Technofascism
Tin soldiers, expendable, run of the mill
Inside the shell, flesh decays, robbed of free will
You can choose to refuse, disbelieve,
You’ve become a part of the Machine
Cast the metal back to stone, strip cancer from the bones
Reactivate the human gene, break away from the machine
Return to the primitive, return to the Mother Earth
I climb the mountain of razorblades
Just to slip and fall into the broken shards
As I claw my way through Hades
Illusion’s falling like a house of cards
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A quarter of a century past, life is so young and brittle
Next to the vastness of time, it matters so very little
An entity of matter, small and purposeless
Never close to tapping into desired greatness
Trying to evolve through Neosynthesis
With each and every step, further straying from Catharsis
The castle in the hill, always white and pure
Does it hold peace for me, will it be my cure?
The sickness of existence, why was I born?
Ambitions and desires, every day I scorn
So many lost, few salvage through the dust
Blessed are the dead, whose dreams decay and rust
Trying to evolve through Neosynthesis
With each and every step, further straying from Catharsis
Sadness is the state of mind, yet the state of the world
Two minuses make a plus, as I have been told
However strong or pure, mud drenches us all whole
Never to resurface, swallowed by a black hole
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I curse all that you find holy in this world
I spit in the face of God, I piss on his word
Seven tongues of God
I do not hear
Seven tongues of God
I do not heed
I fucked up the Devil, he was weak and mild
I’ve recked the virgin Mary, I killed her holy child
I protest life as a concept
I protest death as a beginning
I hold only contempt
For anything other than sinning
Seven tongues of God
I do not hear
Seven tongues of God
I don’t give a fuck about
I protest your ignorance, fate and hope
I protest your ways to cope
The only way to make it better
Is at the other end of the rope
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My birth, the beginning of my pains
I can’t escape the poison, that’s coursing through my veins
Destiny of a defect, an insufficient being
All the all the anger killing me is all I’ve been feeling
Life is a struggle, devoid of hope, filled by fear
I plead to quench the fire scorching me from within
Mind goes numb in sombre bliss as death, creeps near
And the unnamed feeling strikes my soul again
Blows of hate crush my dreams day after day
I heal overnight, in the morning I’ll be flayed
Take the torture once more, take in the punishment
I mustn’t cry, I mustn’t fall, I must not get bent
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Virus plagues the human race
A pandemic we have yet to face
Inferior, feckless brains
Subhuman principle reins
Virus, the feeling of your brain cells frying
Virus, there is no point in denying
Virus, you were born to spread the blight
Virus, you’re nothing more than a parasite
Virus of stupidity has spread
Now it’s coming for your head
Eugenics, so clean and pure
Death, the one and the only cure
Techno-phobia, the fear of all that’s new
Ignorance is not bliss, but a virus that spares few
Degeneracy, the new social norm
Minds raped in their prime, subhuman race is born
Virus, there is only one vaccine
Euthanize the cancer, eradicate the gene
Virus, legalize murder, the only way
To clean the planet, to see another day
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Why I cannot sleep at night?
My mind’s an open portal to monsters of all kinds
Phantom figures invade my room, I can see and touch
I grasp hard my sanity, my last remaining crutch
I, I must be insane; my head’s an open world
Because of the shit that I’ve stirred
I fucked with the bad stuff, now there is no going back
My head is an open portal, painting my world black
Dementia is setting in, as I wait to pass out
All is real that I can see, in my mind, there is no doubt
Dawn breaks once more, as I fall to the floor
I need my peace; I cannot take this hell no more
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