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INFESTED LYRICS
"...until it breaks down again" (2005)
1. Evolution through violence
2. Guiding line
3. Grain of sand
4. Misleading the masses
5. Part of existence
6. Impulse
7. Inseparabale symbiosis
8. Raping for more
1. Evolution through violence
evolution through violence, only the violent survive?
all those living in peace don’t mean a thing in our history
sooner or later they will pay
with their wives, with their lives
is there no way out? Our aggression, the mother’s gift
hold them back in the distant cells
two ways of coma, let them sleep ‘till death
or wake up the dirt for the last time
we wish our hands clean, a sterile procedure for removing the crime
only possible in a perverse society
they don’t fear the death, it’s every day life
but still I kill them all!
don’t you see the connection?
murder, both legal and illegal
this most aggressive genotype, reserved for the leaders of our world
the weak won’t last for ever, it’s the natural selection
when we reach the evolution’s end, the beautiful and final state of life
the closest to our creator
the clean human race, highest of all possible
a pure act of violence, at last
the day of chaos, the day of our redemption
killing our own children
and so closing the circle, let it begin once again
2. Guiding line
here he stands, one of a million in a forest full of his kind
captured by a voice talking to them again and again
cutting through the skull into their brains
lifeless eyes looking up to the throne
waiting for new orders, the only guiding line
fill up the red sea again, burn the corpses
let the mechanical children grow up from the ashes
clear the emotion sector
it’s all a question of systematic surveillance
reality is superfluous, a disturbing factor
in the voice they trust, no doubts at any time
control is everything, the strenght that keeps the system going
pills for the organic tool, to get them up and down
their lives reduced to this
it takes a period of time to make him listen
taking out the colours from their eyes makes it so much easier
his decisions are routine
an automatic reaction with only one possible solution
their pride is growing with every word they hear
hungering for more, for the coming hibernation
now they can take new orders
the voice still burning in the deepest thoughts
all seeking for perfection, this wish is breaking his mind
maybe one will stand out, so he can carry the flag
the rest will burn soon and become a new breeding ground
afterwards, they’ll complete the process
3. Grain of sand
an inhuman in our eyes, a failure
the mistake in the working clockwork, fullfilling our thoughts
isolated from the decaying outside, he’s the one who is inside
his consciousness is the far horizon
a grain of sand for a human being, nothing more, nothing less
he took a fistful of it, just to see what happens in his mind
the tour with the dead family, an indescribable behaviour
are we denying ourselves?
behind the abhorrance there’s more than admiration
our secret wish, his deeds so absolute
build up the walls of aversion, to stop the loaning hands
his eyes are the only open, take a spoon
deep inside us, the same image and desire
the fixation he knows well, take us under your wide wings
the cripples judge the pillar, coarse grids for coarse heads
he tried to cut off, but where is the sense among the dead?
4. Misleading the masses
look out that window, the intensity of live in this filth we call humanity
religion, belief, war, blindness
the impulse for the delusion?
the fanatics are feeding your anger, your gift
surrounded by walls of wasted lives
their retaliation falls into oblivion, and yours?
defending the convictions that died away
it’s your turn to move
it’s so natural, so human, praise our species
the scab and the dirt
on the only path I take the wrong direction
the way of us all and of the past
once involved in the circulation, no decision to make
unision is the end of all, of individuality
being a whore for yourself you are misleading
every chapter I read ends the same
there is nothing open, nothing new
the truth they tell loses worth, but I get used to it
…by time, I leave
the door I see is the exit, don’t even there they lead me
not learning but knowing, open mouth, I hear no words
my tongue is wield by their shit
feeding with salt, no birth from this ground
the last glowing is punished with indifference
closed the book already, what is the last page?
the blinded masses behind them
give me my eyesight that was promised
what was first, act or word?
doesn’t matter much to me, I consume
5. Part of existence
am I content? yes I am, am I content? no, that’s not my true self
I was imagening it, can we only live like this?
you can’t handle the loss of your soul, so anybody is just fine for you
trying to get away through your lust
don’t leave me alone, don’t kill me
everything that you’ll remember is your truth
it might change after some time
is that the truth? It was your wish
desolation, death, return to nothing
that’s what you wish for, that’s your reality
what is reality?
your world, the time and space around
where you make the decision what you see and accept
the will to live or the wish to die, it’s your decision
afraid of disappearing, ‘cause there’s no use for me
we are all the same, we share the same missing part
the reason why we want to become one
and so become complete
because it’s the only chance to survive?
don’t leave me, don’t kill me
do you have the right to exist? what is your true feeling?
I don’t know, I guess both
wishing the end of my anxiety
there’s a boundary in your expansion
everything you feel as yourself is a part of your existence
but still I don’t know who I am…
time flows by, the world is a line of changes
a world of freedom is a world of nothing
your surroundings and your soul form your shape
but without the others you can’t recognize your picture
there can be more than one shape for me
6. Impulse
the death of thousands or one by the hand of men
countless lives ending at the same time
leads to a reaction, like a wave, a tremor through the whole
taking the way to somewhere else
or maybe staying at its place of birth
hanging above like a cloud of dust
waiting to come down, to unload the tension in this scene
you feel it like a shiver, spreading and carrying what’s gone
a moment of peace, calm and deaf
until it breaks down again
it could be a beginning, it should be
but the tightening ends like it began
time shows us the continuity
death follows death, for it’s one
something changes, nothing without a reason
and nothing is like it was before
the wave finds the way to our hands
it fades away taking some with it
to create the balance, the silent shadow disappears
and the next hands react
7. Inseparabale symbiosis
the seeds of heritage lying cremated
through the hand of a single man and his lust
feeling relive by his work on flesh
just like flies addicted to light
he loans for the unique moment
to slash, to cut and feel the warmth
invisible in the degenerated society he acts
no one seems to care for the scab
that is a part of all, an inseparable symbiosis
the chalk-white face you look at
a human being or a disease, a waste-product
searching for control, a life in the hands of me
overwhelmed by this power, the physical strength
try to make the most of the moment
seeing the dumb smile you feel it
an incision, it sets me free, this pile of meat and ulcer
moving under me and still I want, my hand beyond the cover
I understand his desire, the punishment becomes lust
sends us both into ecstasies, for him it was the last
for me it is the beginning
8. Raping for more
all we see are desolate similarities
try to find the final ending of this
never be able to look behind the wall of your hidden face
only a puppet with a knife, ready to destroy me
believing in the unsure setting you’ve create, the chaos
but still there are some undaunted
waiting for the showdown, for the resolution in blood
their soul will be shorn and shaven
underneath the wave of death
there is the deep black water
waiting belligerently for the sense of life
raping your family you beg for more
your only strength are your followers
eating and breathing your poison, while you abuse all we are
trained to bleed, not to think or to speak
developing it to their psychological nature
sharpen the knife you’ve got from the enemy
our work is small and insignificant
the coming flood is the right end for you, but for me?
there is place for all of us, but you surely won’t be the last
the last one standing, ‘cause I’ll still be here
waiting with patience, waiting with your knife
when the world is down and empty
I’ll make you rape and kill yourself
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