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ALIENATION MENTAL LYRICS
"Four Years...Time Full Of Brutality" (2004 Best of/Compilation)
1. The
2. Under Pressure
3. Industrial Poem of Next Millenium
4. Metal of Alien Nations
5. Abnormal Idea Get of Myself
6. Autogrind
7. Big God/Raped Souls (cover od FEAR FACTORY)
8. Corporal Jigsore Quandary (cover of CARCASS)
9. The Restricted Cerebral Capacity
10. Blind Alley
11. TV Digger (Remix)
12. Crossed Out From the List of the Dead
13. The Scathing Feeling Inside of Me
14. One of Infinity
1. The
2. Under Pressure
pressed during the life by hi-tech technologies
in the timemachine is vitality total decreased
broken and lost in the fear of the future of this race shopwindows are overflown by happiness
you must learn how to laugh
compressed time and distance
overthrow me to the abyss of oblivion
under pressure pressed during the life
they give away the brain certificates
i crawled in marasm ubiquitous perfection
stare to their poor idea
masters of progress and direction of the way
i would like to have a key to your 100%
turn this key and go away from this line
3. Industrial Poem of Next Millenium
you lost the reason why to live
hunched under the burden of blame
your mind and nonsensicality reproaches
raped by alien opinion
run away ahead their look
needless crippled and killing
absolute suspence about your life
to much violence and informations
why to die why to live
run away ahead their look
needless crippled and killing
4. Metal of Alien Nations
5. Abnormal Idea Get of Myself
the machines grind everything what´s alive
and you can have fantastic sense
smile to the flames
animal shrieks and cry
why to engage with the people who suffer
now i am here and you for me
violentl pleasure from distress
abnormal idea to get off myself
smile to the fire
shake hand with god
why engage in the people who suffer
now you are here and i for you
crying machines and violently alive
why engage in the people who suffer
now you are here and i for you
now i am here and you for me
6. Autogrind
back to your own past
indifferently and egoistic wishes
the mass moves itself in the direction of the welfare
follow your honour leader
decompose the genetically coded instincts
steal the bonfire of human sagacity
lost in own sediment
optimistic looks and answers
7. Big God/Raped Souls (cover od FEAR FACTORY)
8. Corporal Jigsore Quandary (cover of CARCASS)
Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray
The torso diverged with pride
Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct
The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs
For a chondrin puzzle so quaint
Head and body decollate
A heaving mass so quiescent...
Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows
- A bloody caricature to make whole
A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug
- That missing piece will leave you stumped
Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced
- A cold mannequin once resembled
Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone
- So mystifying...
Battered and diffused, with placating blows
- A human jigsaw to make whole
A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug
- Joining together each dubious lump
Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced
- A cold mannequin reassembled
Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone
So mortifying...
An incessant game - methodically made
With each cumulative piecing - of commensated meat...
Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete
A convented effigy
A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously
Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot
Such a perplexing task
To fit the remains in the casket
Uliginous mess so quiescent...
(Lead: Human Jigsaw by W.G. Steer)
(Lead: A heaving organic puzzle by M. Amott)
An incessant game - methodically made
With each cumulative piece - of commensated meat...
9. The Restricted Cerebral Capacity
she´s waiting for the black uncle
dressed all in white
she has her womb full of blood
an unintentional implement of physical satisfying
let at disposal of a restricted cerebral capacity
scars that will never get healed up
forced simulation of comfort
a vaginal alien having a ride through the body
she might defy one day
and will not feel like
a used implement of physical satisfying …
… of the restricted cerebral capacity
10. Blind Alley
shrunk in the inner circle
the groaning cannot be heard
a bad strategy in a naive space
to listen to the erective instincts
bloodied from the sense of guilt
she´s making her way
out of the blind alley
the anguish of a touch reaching over our understanding
it is like a hammer blast
which changes completely the perception of her life
she´s afraid of looking into her own eyes
bloodied from the sense of guilt
she´s making her way
out of the blind alley
11. TV Digger (Remix)
12. Crossed Out From the List of the Dead
crossed out from the list of the dead
you are born again for this world
who begged for this?
why are they causing you pain again?
endless circulation of lives
condemned to eternal anguish
hope undying for ages,
melting in the mist of rain and fog
the cramp of wheelwirk mechanisms
screams at which you loose your hope,
the hope for a calm prologue
to the realm of silence and emptiness
endless circulation of lives
condemned to eternal anguish
13. The Scathing Feeling Inside of Me
the time of understanding is coming
when everybody will stop and learn
that his own conscience
is equal to the alinen inside
the scathing feeling inside of me
what i have ever done and what can i change
how can i take care of myself
and the others… …aliens
everybody feels the existence of entities
that don’t worry about the feeling
feeling of self – destructive guilt
of sufferings that don’t involve the aliens
conscience become an alien
that destroys the relish of living
conscience becomes something else
your inner alien
impotence to live to the end
conscience that drains the energy
the hatred radiating from the others
is the hatred breathing from you
14. One of Infinity
destruction of inferior via dreams
betrayal of the close ones, the ones of your kind
background crumbling down before your own eyes
perfect anger against the decaying surrounding world
why to think of others?
why to think of myself?
needs are becoming just useless lusts
crushed by the awareness of other worlds and points of view
why did they give you life?
why do they let you die?
why to think of others?
why to think of myself?
worthless and rejected by own faith
hatred stemming from the existence drawing near
an effort to change something about the impending end
so why not to give up and just be one of infinity
why to think of others?
why to think of myself?
why not to give up?
and just be one of infinity?
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