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-=Instrumental=-

When all the lights go out what will be left of all our suffering and our regrets?

As this eternity lays still and lingers on; the threat of emptiness… will it be gone?

To measure happiness, measure misery.

Why there was something here and now there’s nothing left.

The light of reason never shone what to expect. 

And as our ethics strove to guide the ending near, so came the past returned with nothing we hold dear. 

The Absurd’s completion of an absurd creation.

Now as the darkness follows light with the memories made by every life.

Wounds may heal and fade away, life emerges, then decays.

In time, the darkness will swallow us whole, breathing what's left of our world.

Tearing apart the fears we've made our own.

And as the darkness follows light with the memories left by every life.

Wounds may heal or rot away; we once emerged, and we will fade.

When time stands still and looks away, when nothing's lost and nothing’s saved

Amongst the stars we live and burn, we rust until the lights have gone out.

The ocean may seam still at times when gazing from afar. Though if I judged would I be wrong

Nature seems forgotten now, a safer world in which we drown.

As humans we must be controlled, this world my not support our own.

When we're suppressed we will believe this.

Slavery, eternity... Gods of religious hoards... Slavery, eternity... The structure of our paradigm.

Rebels terrorize the future, this habitat must be protected, and so they're sought out, the few rejected.

Feed 'em violent hierarchies and fill the thoughts with lust and dreams.

Attest and deem the unwed whores...The solution is to suppress more.

Pornographise the mass with shame; this is how we're seeded out.  

Weak and frail is man with doubt. 

Slavery, eternity... Gods of religious hoards... Slavery, eternity... The structure of our paradigm. 

Oh I’ve heard the cries of man, and we’ve been weeping for so long.
The needs of many and the wants of a few will always be our torment.
I, I stand here tall knowing there is a cure.
There is a cure…

There are cures to any burden, to any wound or any ailment that we mourn throughout the passing of time.

Leisure though the footsteps of the Gods, stand before those myopic; attest to this.

There's a, a guy with severed limbs who will never walk again; he will be cured.
And to the ones who divide man while claiming lands; you will be cured.
As the dogmas of our time fade away. 

We will never succeed together; everything will rust and fade away. 

It's all curable...

There are cures to any burden,  to any wound or any ailment that we mourn throughout the passing of time.
Leisure through the footsteps of the Gods, stand before those myopic; attest to this.

We will be cured, I am apathetic.
I rest assured knowing that everything is curable by... Death!

Through my eyes, I have found that light will always blind me.

In the darkness I will fall... to the earth.

In the light, there’s a man…Who wept “forsaken”.

On a dark path in his mind there's a God... forgotten.

To gold and steel, we’ve pledged our alliance.

We fell as we froze, we lacked proper dictation.

As the past fades away with our stones of creation.

Now the scum of the earth, await their second-coming.

When I use my eyes, it seems as though I'm no longer alive.
Through distant memories love is strong, but only in my mind.
Creating time, I feel the pulse I bare is setting me aside, of what seems so convincing;
dualities of the mind.

The brutal nature of our kind is so embedded in our minds.
Living only when we have nothing, or nothing left to hide.  
Out of our fears we wage our wars; fighting to fight, only for more.  
Amongst ourselves we conquer, and this rots us from within.

Devoid of any meaning, we battle with ourselves.

So fearful of uncertainty we choose to live in Hell.

Controlling our dominions, illusions of our age.

Assuming to be certain, asserting to be saved.

Will the lack of any reason ever justify the end?

Falsifying certainties and writing off the dead.

Controlling our dominions and all within our cage.

Forwards here is backwards now.

When I use my eyes, it seems as though I'm no longer alive.

Distant memories they'll follow me and show me where I hide.

Knowledge and stupidity, envy and good will.

Wisdom and enslavement, dualities. 

We fight ourselves, a trial and error relentlessly opposed;
the best of us lie slain and conquered or dwelling in our homes.
And while we lie here left to rot deserted and alone?
A few return back from the bullshit, exalting a new throne.

Week, we only fight for so long, conquered by our own
devices in the guise of God, we’ve enslaved what is known
as integrity and humility, through this we’ve proudly shown,
nepotistic monarchies while repenting to save our souls.

Yet here we dwell, in fear of a Hell, beyond our mortal reach.
Complacent, shame has tarnished us. Could there be honor amongst thieves?
And as we lie here left to rot alone amongst our thoughts.
Abused and raped here victimized by villains and their Gods.

life is dying and the week can grow old appealing to the millions of dead souls

in fear of the world that we all know; uncertain, so the fears, they unfold.

The truth here is banned and the science has been sold to nervous men worshiping their gold.

Forgotten is the past as amnesia sets in, cloaked by the fears that are growing now within.

And I say to you before I leave this place; we are abused and adore it.

Find me where I dream, I am awaking.

Worn-out by machines that are feared and praised the more we bleed; reduce us to nothing.

Life is dying and the week can grow old appealing to the millions of dead souls

in fear of the world that we all know; uncertain, so the fears they all unfold.

Programmed are the minds in the world in which we grow; slavery is built by illusions of control.

The seeds of wisdom here are hidden and untold; the fear of the truth now soils what we know.

Fearism

And I say to you before I leave this place; we are abused and adore it.

Find me where I dwell.

Gaze onto our hell, watch us fool ourselves.

Fearism is life reduced to nothing.

My life is in my hands. Why would I build then tear apart all of the deeds that I've created just to be back at the start again?

One would think that life is finite, everyday could be the last, yet here I am amongst the builders tearing down once-more the past. 

Could  it be just that I care?  That someone else was well aware that I would  fight if I'm compelled to be emotionally connected. Perhaps we've been  manipulated, orchestrated over-time, and have become apart wars ensuing  now only in our minds.

Driven we work to build our lives, wanting to live, we just survive

Building to tear down what we've made, burning our past to ease our pain.

The cultures of the past that ceases are re-fabricated with disease.

Security will be assured to all of those who've never learned to just ask why or walk away from the empires of today while pointing fingers, shifting  blame, barely more than just complain.

So overwhelmed and unsustained while holding on to so much shame, as so much noise just pierces through...

Everything will always be same for those who see yet look away, they no longer hear their inner cries as we diverge.

With every minute of every day the passive man is more enslaved,

now wanting only to be heard, he spews the bullshit that he learnt.

Now every pulse becomes a dream a temporal beating lucid scream, rhythmically lifeless, unaware, completely vacant.

-=Instumental=-

Raw Metal from the abyss that is know as Spandau!  Created while surrounded by Morlocks and CHUDs!

I close my eyes and feel the slightest sounds.   
I perch here rather patiently, eager for the edge of our kind.
The truth of Man; machines of blood and fire, our creators left us long ago.
 

In our word the filth here wait for the coming of Gods; enslaved we’re tiered yet still we go on.
Without shedding the fears of death and loss, life will grant us nothing.
 

Nothing, life will grant us nothing, nothing.
 

Alleviate by time and simple thrills, while dreading sounds of the machines that we have built.  
The guilt in Man; machines of pure desire, our creators left us long ago.
 

As we’ve knelt here forever against our will, our submission enfolds us and keeps us still.
Without shedding the past, we remain lost...  We’ll succumb to nothing.
 

Nothing, and life will grant us nothing, nothing.   
Life will grant us, will grant us nothing.
 

Thrown amongst our kind an Angel descends onto our lands, he’d sought refuge in Zion he’d sought the purest man.
And as he came before him, what gazed into his soul; had promised him to freedom, had promised a new home.
 

Though what he saw was a wasteland, forgotten; aired-soil lays it now upon what is rot.
Amongst the tired cold and hungry sat the monarchs, who drove their pupils into the ground.
What once here shone now stands abandoned, within our darkness we here shine as what we are.  
 

Nothing, nothing, nothing far from nothing, nothing.
From a void we came and shall return, to who we are and what we learn; everything comprises nothing.

Through my eyes, I have found.  
That light will always blind me.
In the darkness I will fall... to the earth.
 

In the light, there’s a man…Who wept “forsaken”.
And the dark path to his mind there’s a God... forgotten.
 

To gold and steel, we’ve pledged our alliance.
We fell as we froze, we lacked proper dictation.
As the past fades away with our stones of creation; now the scum of the earth await their second coming.

Out from nothing something, a dream of fruition.
Intuitive beings enslaved by a human condition. 

Cause under God we here judge ourselves, as rights and wrongs are  written rhythmically with Hell.  Our laws of justice are blind indeed;  they suit us well as we intend them to be.
Though some breath inwards, to droning sounds predating Gods and the essence of Suns; behold the power of great intuition. 

Some are born of creation, while some are recycled.
Through losing hope, faith is born of anxiety, then condoning gospels; the raping of everything indeed. 

Biting our tongues in fear of ourselves; we are the founders to the  concepts that we dwell.  Knowing our laws are nothing sacred still we  preach; we are so absurd, so absurd indeed.
Cause under God we here judge ourselves as rights and wrongs are written  rhythmically with Hell.  Our laws of justice are blind indeed; they  suit us well as we intend them to be for us. 

We bite our tongues in fear of ourselves, yet wish to conquer all the concepts that we dwell.
Cause under God we here judge ourselves as rights and wrongs were written rhythmically in Hell.
Here Law’s not justice nor blind to see; it’s just rust for eternity without us.

Unlike no other, this Extreme-Metal Demo Stands out, and will hold it's ground for years to come.

In a time of darkness, agony strips us from our lives.
Human rights have gone away
And to think that suffrage was determined so…
 

Well.  Amongst thieves, is their honor in the tiers of hell?  
Emptiness is just a dream slowly tearing at; what’s free  
Is disgraced, what was pure is now defaced.  
I told my Gods that I would live and die protecting everything they’ve made.  
I am not the only one here I am not the only face  
Who has realized that comfort’s gone and I am the human race.
 

In the past we’ve entertained ourselves  
And as clowns we grew so strong
So deceiving this may seams
Sense compassion dreaming this dream
To fell the touch of softer skin
A million lies for one small sin
Indulging’s nice like Jesus Christ
Ideals made for weaker minds
 

SILENCE, SILENCE
SILENCE, SILENCE
 

And this is real I’m apathetic  
Our dreams are broken
And I don’t care
We build our lives where you will fail
You will fail and we will  
 

RISE, RISE, RISE, RISE to your impending doom
RISE, RISE, and RISE to your impending doom
 

God has gone and shot himself
Man reins in hell
In hell here God has failed
In hell we will …
 

RISE, RISE, RISE to your impending doom
RISE, RISE, RISE, RISE to your impending doom

Crawling, caring, hoping, praying, all that can be saved will die.
Prying, digging, wasting away send our world to shallow graves.
Pissing, fucking, fighting, fraying, bite our tongues continue praying
Cauterize then immunize fret for all the infants’ laughter; rape them all then covet faster.
 

I’ve lost all compassion for all that could be saved.
I’ll stand back here laughing at every fucking fate.
 

Through our deaths we conquer and through our lives we’re slaves.
Go out and point fingers then stick them in your  
 

Face, your God, your scabs you’re crawling away.
You’re shit, you fucks you’re doing this again.
 

I hate the lives that follow.  I hate the lives we save.  
Every fucking generation is better off to be enslaved.
 

There’s nothing united in what we create
And our unity lies in creating a seed
As we make our reality failing to see  
Our improvements’ impractical while havoc leads
 

As we’re weeping for our god he sees his failing design  
A frozen space indistinguishable
From true conscious minds.  
 

As I’m waiting for a cause, I find my peace of mind
Away from all that’s putrefied.
Away from the light in disguise.

A current spirals with waves submerged by fate.
Crashing through existence; drowning through hope.  
 

No one knows how to behave. Nature is their experience.  
Reality raises them to believe that this simulation is their own disease
 

Convinced conceived by his own objections.  
Hypothesis can be the world of thieves.
 

Facing the unacceptable; embedded in hate.  
Different laws, force-fed fate. Locked in a cage with wolves to strong…  
To belong, a psychosis perception regarded with no evidence.
 

When short cuts are taken and no one is observing; assumptions can be made.  
Undertaken in an outer, an outer reality. They have no way of knowing that…  
One day they are subjected
 

Antagonize the concept of zero
Time is the point to pierce the decimal time mind-frame
Knotted chords are the conquests of slaved beings
This keeps the users in place while they’re manipulating their minds
 

A number machine an interface dream, concrete infinity as the crows  scream they may feel free to commit those atrocities released from the  empathetic restraints over their lives.
Eternity being a dream in a dream, a dreaded hammer smashes the hands of  the Christ-god-Heb-thief-hunger-machine bifacial with needs as the coq  crows eternally for the cries of the last race.

Reality…  Our world is…  A hoax…  A slave
 

Controlled by a powerful machine.
Human beings turn into batteries.

A heavy-hitting industrial album, originally released March 26th 2005, re-mastered and re-released march 28th 2018

My world is what I create
I built it over-top of another that was bounded by lust and fate
I am God in many ways
 

Crawling eyes and dancing skies forever step with textile minds
while planted as we all pretend the roots we grow  we must defend.
How could I dare break the locks of secrets to Pandora’s box?
The purest of all entities are slowly tacking over me.   
Congested by my own intentions, malice and serenity.  
Overthrown with logic’s functions, now I know I’ll always be...
 

The God of feces and of shit.  The ruler of all pigs
The weak among the strong is the gene that carries on.
The only way to live is take and never give
The only way to live is take and  
never…
Give a shit for what I rape.
As the crying sounds of every child is a market to captivate.
 

As the past predicts the future of a kingdom coming down.
Ashes fill our brightest day as we begin to drown.
 

This ball room’s filled with neon lights, we dance until we fall.
Discontent with many moves.
 

We fret for what we call
 

The specific needs to every breed although it cannot be achieved.
For what we’ve build is what we burn our kids are taught to never learn
Through buying love and premised bliss, minimum wage and happiness.
The last is near, omega clear, a season spawned by dusk is here.
 

I am God in many ways
I’m God and I’ll be Praised  
I’m God in many ways
I’m God, I am God
 

Systems of a lonely color are fabricated by each other
Debauchery is our choice of way Shine deceit upon our fate
 

Seem the use to break away, the use to be okay
the use to know you feel, although it’s not real.
 

I am God in many ways
I’m God and I’ll be Praised  
I’m God in many ways
I’m God, I am God
 

Every fucking democrat will one day kiss my righteous  ass
for they all need to be controlled; burned alive, shot or stoned
my world has been victimized  by corporate laws in mass disguises
everything that they crate has been a plague to my estate
I will rise above the rest with all my thoughts and no interest
In saving all humanity, cause now I know I’ll always be...
 

The God of feces and of shit.  The ruler of all pigs
The weak among the strong is the gene that carries on.
The only way to live is take and never give
The only way to live is take and  
never…
Give a shit for all I feel our lives are barely real
A god without a thrown a term to live alone.

Confusion leads to anger
Pleasure follows pain.
Confided by my hatred
And these scars I sustain.
Many cannot realize what is in-between
Everything confusion is… is blinded by belief.
 

There has been a tragedy somewhere between the lines
I must live so many lies, so many lives opposed to mine
There has been a tragedy somewhere between the lines
One day I will fall, and the world must come down with me.
 

I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall  
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here
 

Devoured by anxiety, the state of mind
Emboweled with sin’s entity; engulfed by time
While monumental figures display father’s son
Security and weakness like a loaded gun
 

For father as I knew him, and knew him as love
Eternal hope from rosaries and kingdom come
A human’s handbook for a fool has been portrayed
Americanism arrogance for everyday   
 

Annihilate and segregate senses atrophied.  
Or fall and kneel for forgiveness relentlessly  
These are now my choices that I cannot hide  
For such a shame theirs nothing left between the lines
 

I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall  
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here
 

And I will never feel the satisfaction of god  
I will never feel the satisfaction of love
If I could choose I’d burn us all   
If I could choose I’d burn us all
And I will never feel the satisfaction of faith
I will never be content with this place   
If I could choose I’d burn us all   
If I could choose I’d burn us all
 

A nation of destruction, a world were Heresy is the unwritten Social policy
And at the same time individuality is based  
Upon how well we can imitate goals
Sustain your reality; sustain your perception,
Hopelessly oblivious toward your own minds,
As animalistic needs overwhelm each moment.
A million lies will cover up a fragment in time  
As each sin begins where will the beauty fit in.
A repercussion to your own demise.
 

I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall  
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here
 

And I will never feel the satisfaction of god  
I will never feel the satisfaction of love
If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all
And I will never feel the satisfaction of faith
I will never be content with this place
If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all
If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all

Hypothetical hierarchy a maudlin mediocrity
Hate for freedom, free from reason.
Hypothetical hierarchy a maudlin mediocrity
Hate for freedom, free from reason.
Hate for freedom, free from reason.
Hate for freedom, free from reason.
 

Maudlin mediocrity, hypothetical hierarchy
 

Hate for freedom, free from reason.
 

Inept we are the wicked men who led the way to Sodom’s end.
The systole to our open heart has ceased as we now fall apart.
So, here we stand and pay the price for years of lust in paradise.
Consistory of misery, brought on by our malignancy
 

Hate for freedom, free from reason.
 

Hate for freedom, free from reason.
 

A hypothetical hierarchy a maudlin mediocrity
Hate for freedom, free from reason.
Hypothetical hierarchy a maudlin mediocrity
Hate for freedom, free from reason.
Free from envy, democrats and all the love I never had  
Hate for freedom, free from reason.
Hate to every fucking whore to every cunt with open sores
Hate for freedom, free from reason.
 

A Maudlin mediocrity, hypothetical hierarchy
 

Hate for freedom, free from reason.

A sane entrapment of the desolated who have never been so sedated.
A Darwin ape or the cause of rape, we’re all animals either way.
 

Fuck, fight, love, hate.  When Life is lost procreate.
Fuck, fight, love, hate.  When Life is lost
Fuck, fight, love, hate.  When Life is lost procreate.
Fuck, fight, love, hate.  When Life is lost
 

All these values from a whore; a human lord who we adore
Comfort kills initial sight exchanged for picture perfect lives.
And I appear, so fucking proper, so fucking quaint.
 

We are all the lonely ones and we have been forgotten.
The touches of love a deadly kiss, then we’ll soon hope we’re something.
We are all the lonely ones illusive as it seems; hopelessly oblivious to fantasies and dreams.   
 

Build a mask construct a face, make alterations start again.
Hem expressions; all your faith.  Now splash on pity… be embraced.
Just settle down; and shut your eyes, wash off your grease and taste your lies.
 

Now cover me with gasoline and throw me at a single spark  
Antagonise, perpetuate rejoice as what we really are…
 

I will never join the human race instead I’ll laugh at human fate.
As office towers reach the skies our hopes and dreams forever die.
We are callused we are bruised we spread our thighs and we are used
Within our lust is all our rage building our lives inside a cage
We all see the future come and no one cries until it’s gone…Yet now it’s gone.
 

Fuck, fight, love, hate.  When Life is lost procreate.
Fuck, fight, love, hate.  ‘ Til Life is lost  
 

All these values from a whore with mother’s lust a child was born  
Nascent narcissistic needs abolished by our own true greed.   
Waiting for the weak to fall, while hoping we could claim it all.  
Buying low for selling high lets lock n’ load and never cry.
Fucking is your own true friend when fighting is how you depend
On loving what ya think ya need, the taste of putrid air ya breath
Judging what ya think is wrong, when life is lost; just pass it on.
 

Disgusting as we’re all so vain…

The path I walk is beautifully empty.
This path is what I've made of me.
My future casts an ugly shadow.
Shadows of my entity.
 

Illusive as I’m sure I’m dreaming of a goddess overwhelming me.
I have thought of many pure intentions, intentions just can never be… 

More than dreams.
More than dreams.
More than dreams.
More than dreams.
 

Printing on my empty notions.
Graceful love and fantasies.
Transcend with purpose ill devotion.
Animus and apathy.
 

Illusive as I’m sure I’m dreaming of a goddess overwhelming me.
I have thought many pure intentions, intentions just can never be…
 

More than dreams.
More than dreams.
More than dreams.
More than dreams.