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HOMO IRATUS LYRICS
"Fall of the Locust" (2006)
1. Voicespeakvoicereekvoiceshallseek
2. A mind of my own to mind for my own mind
3. Culture?
4. Tv sick66
5. Zealot
6. Ode to the dominant
7. Kidudu
8. Hollow shell, empty vessel, faithful as shadow
9. ...And the filth perpetuates
10. Subhumanistic predictably guided behavior
11. Profiteering on havoc
12. Infinite temporarity
13. Requiem for the Y chromosome
14. Mogul
1. Voicespeakvoicereekvoiceshallseek
it's the voice you hear but cannot listen to
this awkward feeling of another presence where
emptyness resides
a shell ready to burst out in pieces
holds a spirit barred in intimidation
the voice speaks yet makes no sound
but sounds loud to your mind
and leads thought to paths
before unexplored by the fear of being explored
the creases that were better not unfold
hidden safe and away from the inquiring touch
of the feeble minds of the logic of unreason
is it a voice inside your head ?
is it ? ...the voice of the power that fuels
the shell that encases "it" and therefore
constitutes what you perceive as "you" ?
and if it has its own voice it means you have
no control over it
right ?
our confined logic can not explain
that which it can't understand
because it can not completely perceive
what is that, which it is trying to
give an explanation to
fear the voice
as if it were your worst enemy
be the voice
let not the voice overpower you
listen to the voice
heed its warning every time it speaks
speak the voice
it needs to channel through you
2. A mind of my own to mind for my own mind
I will not wait for offerings at later times
Nor salvation at the end of my days
This life is too short to live waiting Time flies by,
dreams fade away Slip through our hands never
to be caught The saddest person will be the one
That at the end of his days regrets for things not done
All other regrets are lessons in life Mistaken decisions
That Offer the right ones in the future
A Dogma only blocks the way The mind paves
A will confined in a glowing cage of faith
Our souls feed on the energy of our actions
They grow, they learn, and mature
A mature soul can clear the mind
And lead it into the right decisions
For they will lead to a better life
Enlightentment can not be taught
There are no textbooks that will offer it
Titles are for pawns
on a chessboard of control
that define the level of expendability
The real enlightened ones keep their wisdom
To themselves and offer a glimpse of the truth
To those ready to go a step further and free Their minds
The preachings of humiliation will be washed away
3. Culture?
Was this reality the reality your soul craved for ?
Has the truth answered your questions ?
Can you bear it till the end ?
Will you be full to embrace your own...In contempt ?
How did you come to this ? Why did you come to this ?
Why have you surrendered your soul to the hydra's claws ?
Was flesh the trap set for you ? Or did the trap catch your flesh ?
Did the fear of the decaying flesh overpower you ?
Was the fear of the unattracting flesh your weakness ?
Was this the reason you surrendered ?
Are you a victim of your own fear ?
Do you know you were taught to fear ?
Do you know your culture is fear driven ?
Is it not a machine run on fear ?
Doesn't fear guide the mass ?
Is the mass not intimidated every single day ?
And what about your soul ? Your beliefs ?
Did you decide which to embrace on your own ?
Or was the decision made when you were born ?
Were you taught to believe ?
Or had you taught yourself ?
Don't you pity your decision to become one with the hyrda's prey ?
Why did you just walk up to its mouth and offered yourself as sacrifice ?
For what reason ?
culture ?
religion ?
or religious culture ?
4. Tv sick66
Striving for a place at a sun that will never rise
reality in shaped pictures shapes reality into a shapeless existence
fiction becomes reality and then fiction again
misconceptions taught
by the mass human conscience generators
the pictures of a life in mental stasis
lessons beforehand incorrect
repulsive, grotesque
portray reality in a uniquely shaped way
con-science ?
masked so that it will only reveal the few existing streaks of light
in a mesmerising , magnifying sence
the trophies of a successful day,
seduce and sedate reality away
there is no free will,
you are free to choose
from what is offered to you to choose from...
freedom of choice within standards...
is as the freedom you have to move confined in a cell.
5. Zealot
One God with a thousand names and faces
The same face under a thousand names ?
A thousand names under the same face ?
A thousand faces under the same name ?
Free be the will to choose...
Eradication proves some beliefs best others...
Flawed be their beliefs! Truth be their heresy!
Teachings have lost their values.
Preachings have turned into propaganda
The sheep are sheep indeed .
And sheep they will remain.
Slaughtered they be.
Deprive more of their will,
And more you will have slain...mentally
Then they will slay eachother...literally
Their guided " free " will dictates so.
The preachers have spoken the word
They have taught the way And pointed at the " enemy ".
Untill with bloodspattered hands and a shattered mentality
They will have proven their beliefs to be the purest.
And pure they are indeed.
Of pure hatred and loathing for the " other minded "
Of pure affirmation without questioning.
And pure stupidity
Since no one can prove a God better.
Than God himself.
Keep on hating...forgetting
you have lives to live...
You have proven yourselves indeed
...and in deed !
6. Ode to the dominant
hollow deceiving
devouring its own
looking upon mirrors
reflections unknown
usurpers of nature naiveness and lores
a race of uncanny spiritual whores
murder, destruction vulgarity, distortion
their rotten pride keeps burning inside
artists and scholars
sages and priests
hypocritic bastards
zealotic beasts
noxious shadows
bizzare nymphs of woe
singing the hymns
of what’s made to be true
Speaking of wondrous
achievements with pride
decay, hate and loathing
are hidden inside
7. Kidudu
There's nothing that separates you from the swarm
Only your delusional notion of superiority
Insignificant megalomaniac minds
Can no longer separate bred from born
A frail existence that only differs In the fact
that some will be taken care of Whilst others will be laid awaste.
One end will do you all
When there's nothing more to parasite upon
You will turn upon your own.
Self inflicted delirium
Will be your cleansing
And from afar...a shadow will appear
Catching onto your greed crippled pace.
The breed your suppression nourished
In a swarm of its own
Bred on the pain and suffering
Grows near to return the favor
8. Hollow shell, empty vessel, faithful as shadow
Denial of the embodiment of you
will cause you to be
but a living shadow
of what you would like
the embodiment to be
Hence the real alternative lies
between the threads
of a complex web
so flexible yet so fragile
that puts the content in a position
where it either breaks loose
to save itself and
the vessel or protects the delicacy of the web
and lets it be sucked from within
the bowels of the vessel itself
the shadow will go on
a hollow shell in need of a spark
of chemically induced electricity
that will unlock
the reaches lain dormant for so long
their power was forgotten
9. ...And the filth perpetuates
Beacons of deceit, pulse with a mesmerising light
the cancerous knowledge breeds
within the minds of the “ enlightened “
piece by piece the ages are dying,
erased once more,
to be replaced by the order of the new millenia
the filth perpetuates
i see what you obstinately deny to
what lays bare before us all
what common sence takes for granted
i see the traces of cultures
existing only in the minds
of the ones burried before us!
always taking for granted
the scriptures “ wise “ hands wrote
erased rewritten applied
to serve a righteous cause
attributed true
so...where the fuck were we ?
afraid of losing our souls
while losing our humanity ?
silent beholders of actions of cretinism
purpose : bliss through ignorance
results : harmony through subjection
total humiliation, notional freedom
no one responsible, no crimes to judge ,only to teach
10. Subhumanistic predictably guided behavior
avenge the deceased.
to produce more deceased to be avenged.
that will be avenged by more deceased
that can only be avenged by means of death.
who will spawn more deceased to be avenged.
that will be avenged by the death of others
who will naturally have to be avenged.
then vengeance will come to those that killed
by means of death again.avenged they will be also
by the death of the ones that previously avenged.
and since their vengeance will cause death, pain and suffering...
others will have to avenge
only to give grounds for even more vengeance for the next to....
forever in bloodlust
forgot the cause
music be the sighs of mothers
weeping for their lost
subhumanistic predictable guided behavior
the bloodline perpetuates
11. Profiteering on havoc
locked and loaded
into a media gun
that will shoot and kill billions
but no one will be punished for this crime
nobody will face “ justice “
cause its face was blindfolded
for a purpose
images of death and destruction become profit
a live show so expensive
that death means nothing but ratings
“collateral damage”
what a refined term!
deceased “children” and “ innocents “
so profoundly masked under two
carefully picked words
that have made us forget the actual meaning
and what a show!
collateral damagees turned to cinders
to feed the media gun
...never forget...you can be part of the show
anytime...soon...
12. Infinite temporarity
This mortal coil encases that
which needs to reach out to the void
And expand throughout the reaches of the cosmos
There is a way to taste its vastness
And have a glimpse of the infinity that lies beyond
Perception and imagination
in a way we have tasted it all
But we are still uncertain about its taste.
Will we let it expand our sences ?
Or return to our neverending slumber ?
The effervescent mouths of the keepers of lies
chant the lullabies that will keep everything in order
by order of the order.
It is here, there, arround every corner, Every Edifice
On all roads waiting to be crossed
inside every crossed...soul, burning with desire...
For making way for the passage
that will lead away
from the infinite temporarity
We are encased in.
13. Requiem for the Y chromosome
blissfull consumption of kill...
of unidentified genetic origin
succulent, ripe for the feast
hormone inflated
every bite kills a part of what we used to be
new life incubated within our bodies
waiting to spring out to incubate new life
a vicious circle out of control
that will open up its ends and expand
we have not the means to stop
what we have created
started on the opposite side....
created an ill without a cure...
and we are losing the race as it progresses into time
it sucks a part of what defines half of our species
to leave only one behind
every generation less than the previous
untill none remains
genetically crippled into a single existence
we have called upon our nemesis
14. Mogul
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