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HYPNOTHETICALL LYRICS
"Promo 2006" (2006 Demo)
1. Intro
2. Blind Eyewitnesses
3. Powerless Beholder
4. Heaven Close At Hand
5. Sweet Nothings
6. Artificial Illusions
7. Game Of Suffering
8. Hi-tech Lonelyness
1. Intro
The newspapers are open
TV is on
Let's begin to learn the fear
And
2. Blind Eyewitnesses
Expendable pawns moving slowly on this endless chessboard
We are fat meat puppets still careless of the boundless game
Manipulated constantly by their hands
Slaves of our own vices
Behind the bullshits
Behind the mask
Unconscious weapons used by them to destroy every day
Annihilation
Broken lives
Condemned to become soldiers in a democratic war
Save your sons
Protect yourself
Hear your voice
Follow the mass
Time is short
The danger's near
Follow the leader
Turn off your brain
Pain with no end
The death machine begins to work again
Pain with no end
The death machine begins to work again
Like blind eyewitnesses of the horrors of men's ignorance
Our minds are confused by our own will of power and control
Behind the bullshits
Behind the mask
Pain with no end
The death machine begins to work again
Pain with no end
The death machine begins to work again
(Once) again looking for other false words to say
And other innocents to sacrifice
Save your sons
Protect yourself
Hear your voice
Follow the mass
Time is short
The danger's near
Follow the leader
Turn off your brain
Pain with no end
The death machine begins to work again
Pain with no end
The death machine begins to work again
Like wandering souls in the wind of blood and smoke
3. Powerless Beholder
Everything is born
From the greedy desire
To want something
Already knowing
You will never be able to have it
That obscene perversion
That's deep inside everyone of us
And someone is not able to restrain
The human instinct of
Domination and submission
It slowly prevails over reason
And erases the human intellect
When I see you
I feel shame for you
I'm a powerless stupid beholder
I feel guilty
For something I didn't do
We're spoilt children of
A sick society
We're spoilt children of
Of this sick society
A desecrated body
Is what remains of it
A bleeding body
Hurt in the flesh
As well as hurt in the spirit
This indelible scar
Will never disappear
An endless pain
Too heavy to carry day by day
The human instinct of
Domination and submission
It slowly prevails over reason
And erases the human intellect
When I see you
I feel contempt for you
I'm a powerless stupid beholder
We forgot all
The values which we live for
We're spoilt children of
A sick society
We're spoilt children of
Of this sick society
I'm a powerless beholder
The human instinct of
Domination and submission
It slowly prevails over reason
And erases the human intellect
When I see you
I feel contempt for you
I'm a powerless stupid beholder
We forgot all
The values which we live for
We're spoilt children of
A sick society
We're spoilt children of
Of this sick society
4. Heaven Close At Hand
Every time is the same
Every time the same pain
This feeling of weakness and fear
This feeling of chaos
All around
Ours's a solid society
Do we really believe it is?
But every time we find ourselves
Naked and fragile
Why spreading death and misery?
Spreading
Spreading of death and misery
To achieve your life's real aim?
To achieve
Your life's real aim?
Our culture's real foundations
Slowly falling down one by one
Because of men's greed
And thirst of power
After a minute of silence
Nothing's ever going to change
Pain always turning into anger
And anger into pain
Why spreading death and misery?
Spreading
Spreading of death and misery
To achieve your life's real aim?
To achieve
Your life's real aim?
Why becoming martyrs of an absurd cause?
Become
A martyr of an absurd cause
Is your heaven
So close at hand?
Holy shrouds hanging on the wall
A cleansing bath
Will you be ready?
Martyrs in the name of God
Holy shrouds hanging on the wall
A cleansing bath
Will you be ready?
Frenetic, sinner and blasphemous
Are you going to stop this world?
Fear and anguish spreading
Into millions of weak souls
No one should be in power of
Deciding of thousands of lives
Slaughters in the name of God
To mask mean reasons
Why spreading death and misery?
Spreading
Spreading of death and misery
To achieve your life's real aim?
To achieve
Your life's real aim?
Why becoming martyrs of an absurd cause?
Become
A martyr of an absurd cause
Is your heaven
So close at (hand?)
Holy shrouds hanging on the wall
A cleansing bath
Will you be ready?
Martyrs in the name of God
Holy shrouds hanging on the wall
A cleansing bath
Will you be ready?
Holy shrouds hanging on the wall
A cleansing bath
Will you be ready?
5. Sweet Nothings
Alone in my own desert
Expanses of sand stretch out
Faint light from old burning torches
Outline of the dunes surround
But I can, I see her dance
But I can, I see her dance
Sweet Persian girl, tell your shamans
I'm abashed for what I've done
Please carry on, don't stop at all
This exotic belly dance
And let me hear your mellifluous voice tonight
Flowers so red, closer to me
Echoes of dreams
My heart pumps to the nth degree
Anxiety assuage all creeds
So close your eyes, oh drowsiness
If you want you just can rest
Or follow grains, the straight way for a bane outage
Flowers so red, closer to me
Echoes of dreams
Can I pick from my dreams?
And can you stop this cacophony
Made by an out of tune instrument named life?
But I can, I see your dance
But I can, I see your dance
Like a bolt, coming from the blue
I felt you passed through me, you were wrong
Where angels fear to tread
Only fools rush in
Sweet nothings
Please let me
Fall asleep
Dreaming of another change
I'll never nod my head
Once again
All I see now is a tulip
Can it hide these fallacies?
Hang around with me, alone
And then will start my martyrdrom
I've tried, I swam against the tide
I wasn't in the mood, you should know
Could have clinched the deal
But those sweet nothings
You told me
They are still
Whispering
6. Artificial Illusions
Seen the object of desire
No way of ignoring it
Engraved on memory
Like an addictive drug
A meaningless useless life
Without that useless thing
Pathetic
Such importance given to useless things
While existence's real values
Forgotten once again
A neverending chain of vices
That grows at every new link
Greedy materialistic slaves of fashion
There are no ways out
Like an animal in an endless lab
Every move is watched and studied
A new way found out every day
Enrichment behind people's backs
Loyalty and friendship vanished
In front of useless desires
Contact with reality
Lost day by day
Powerless over our own actions
Unable to think and inevitably lonely
Fools living in a world
Made of artificial illusions
Able to manage our own lifes
But guided into darkness from above
You, listen, you still can get out of this world
You, listen, you still can be free from these invisible rules
Time can make you tired
Time can make you lazy and weak
But time cannot erase what's inside
A change is not impossible
You, listen, you still can get out of this world
You, listen, you still can be free from these invisible rules
Deeply sculpted by now
You, listen, you still can get out of this world
You can't control by yourself
You, listen, you still can be free from these invisible rules
In the dark looking for the light of our pride
A neverending chain of vices
That grows at every new link
Greedy materialistic slaves of fashion
There are no ways out
A neverending chain of vices
That grows at every new link
Greedy materialistic slaves of fashion
There are no ways out
Like an animal in an endless lab
Every move is watched and studied
A new way found out every day
Enrichment behind people's backs
We should not give them the power
To decide us
7. Game Of Suffering
We wander about aimlessly meeting and clashing
Glances that cross and in a second are forgotten
We are guests passing in this endless circus
Watching us fighting, striving hard, suffering
For abstract and absurd ideals or feelings
I will wait and see, one day will it be worth going on to play?
To play this game of suffering?
I will wait for the days to pass one after the other all the same
To take me to something concrete
I believe something can change and a sudden insignificant gesture
Can give a real direction to our useless lifes
No mistakes, be perfect, respect and make yourself respected
And you will gain your long awaited place in society
You will be loved, hated, understood and misunderstood
How long will this dance of perversion last?
I will wait and see, one day will it be worth going on to play?
To play this game of suffering?
I will wait for the days to pass one after the other all the same
To take me to something concrete
I believe something can change and a sudden insignificant gesture
Can give a real direction to our useless lifes
8. Hi-tech Lonelyness
The smell of the rain in the air
The sound of the storm drawing near
The feeling that the sky soon could fall
And suddendly alone into this
So strange and yet so fascinating
Something's still out of control
Millions of years of evolution
A new faith has born in our hearts
A whole world replaced by technology
There's no end to human pride
That makes us blind in front of it
We are nearly like machines
Chained to well fixed patterns
Nearly like machines
Condemned to obsolescence
Insignificant and helpless
Condemned by our own will of progress
Electric impulses in our brain
Artificial spurs confuse our senses
Puppets still made of flesh and blood
But insensitive to any real emotion
The coldness of a monitor's glass
The warmth of two lovers bodies
It's a border that's
Slowly fading
Lost in
Hi-tech lonelyness
We can no longer understand
The feelings people have for us
Hi-tech lonelyness
Is worth losing our vital dignity
Longing for a so false wealth?
Longing for a so false wealth?
Hi-tech lonelyness
Losing instinct, the only thin line
Between men and machines
Losing that will to break the rules
No longing for irrationality anymore
Alone in our selfish depression
Man and technology
Craving for control
Run-up to perfection
One way street to elimination?
Hi-tech lonelyness
We can no longer understand
The feelings people have for us
Hi-tech lonelyness
Is worth losing our vital dignity
Longing for a so false wealth?
Longing for a so false wealth?
Hi-tech lonelyness
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