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INGROWING LYRICS
"Cloned & Enforced" (2006)
1. Life Stealth
2. Nanopunctures
3. New Flesh to Cultivate
4. Shapeshifting / Unidentification
5. Ground Subzero
6. Kill The Original
7. Tragic: The Gathering
8. Blind Light
9. Fight Might Be Right
10. Revolting Waste - Fuck the Hoax
11. CyClone
12. Ionized Fluid Being
13. Mind Drillers
14. Enforce the Clones (Kill The Copy)
15. Deletion / A Cyclic End
1. Life Stealth
Life!
Fragments and parts
All clues of your cheap life
Sampled, indentified
Your world will end, we’re starting the strife
Ref 2x:
Stealing your life, there’s none place we miss
You’re our target to seize…
Stealing your soul, you are to disappear
You’d worry or fear…
Stealing your mind, it’s worse than infection
Copied ressurection…
Stealing your life, you can’t face your fall
That’s sure for you all…
Ressurrection…
Or life stealth?
2. Nanopunctures
Cut, slit, rip, slash, cell industry’s art
Nanopuncturing the ovum ‘n‘ fluttering bioshards
Canning the life into the vials and sterilized flasks
Penetrating all vital germs, a human copy unmasked
Tissue matrix soilure, a non-orgasmic way
Constructing an aprosopus, next sixth day
Nanopunctures, yes!
Punctures, nanopuncture future…
Puncture, nanopunctures…
3. New Flesh to Cultivate
Let’s cultivate!
New life! Life! Life! Life! Life!
Duplicates hatchery
Products with no face
With crystal veins visible
With minds still empty, still legible
Blood breeding technology
Here’s flesh to cultivate
Unformatted mien
Unused memory, soullessly clean
Same faces in line…
It’s the end of your times…
4. Shapeshifting / Unidentification
Shape dancers of faces, so sick transformation
As DNA imprints are precisely applied to make new life
Shapeshifting process, fingerprints and retinae
Original or copy, impossible identification
New flesh, unidentified
It’s you or not, high technology pride.
Fingerprints are carved, process of maturation
Structure modified, sapiens code translation
New flesh to rise, unidentified
It’s you or not, high technology pride.
Shifting of shapes…
Shifting the shapes, unidentification
Shifting the shapes, a new population…
5. Ground Subzero
Reaching the level of the most useless lives
Clones are stealing everything making sense for us
Dividing the relationships, dividing the world
Reprobated Originals, scuttling from clones mankind horde
It is not a dream
We are less than a zero
We are lower than under ground
Reaching new level subzero ground, subzero ground
Living is a fucking nightmare with clones behind you
There’s no such one who can discern between lie and truth
Murders or the terminations, it’s our daily feed
Our world was overruled with hatred of clones breed
Desintegration of refusing throng
All you ever knew melts in chaos of drones
Ground subzero, all relatives I desiderate
Ground subzero, hate I feel, it suffocates
Reincarnation of our worst dreams
Sunset of humans, end is near it seems
Derelicts I meet each day in debris of their fate
Eyes empty, with no future, I feel despair too late
6. Kill The Original
There is no chance, to keep your life in safe
Nobody is trying, everyone looses his chance
Slaughtering the originals, like night of fucking long knives
Nobody will see you’re dead, kill the originals
You’re at your end, genes showdown starts
Kill all originals, there’s no use for them
Kill all originals, ‘cause now we are the same
Same proteins structure, the difference is gone
Seek and destroy your alter ego, atomize each exon
Clones are at top…
Ref 2x:
Artificial replications, humanity to sweep away
Homicide indexed, their blood is too cheap this day
Kill the original, hard part to do
Kill the original, kill your original too…
7. Tragic: The Gathering
In depth of of our souls
We found just one place
Expelled and almost hunted down
Gathered in forgotten space
An earthly hell catacombs, bunker or a slum?
It’s tragic, a gathering of godforsaken scum…
Paradise of malice, filth, sickness and doom
How to change our destiny, living in this tomb?
Tragic gathering
Brotherhood of desperation
Safe or fucking not?
Unanswerable question…
Tragic, ill-logic
Tragic gathering…
8. Blind Light
Perverted gleams of waning Moon
Cut mystic motives in bleeding clouds out
Beauty of laces is crushed into dust of phoenixes
Clinging to inspirating shapes of snow flakes
There´s no sky ... Blid Light
There´s no love ... Blind Light
Masquerade of dying stars´sorrow
In chapped bark of winter trees in zenith
It´s mere play in the edge between worlds only
Worlds, which are diffused into stones of eternal megaliths
There´s no love ... Blind Light
There´s no rules ... Blind Light
Silent whispers of silver blind light´s beams
In our parched skulls awake sonic implosions
Of desperate soft hate of broken human race
Kneeling in ominous sands of ruinous Time
9. Fight Might Be Right
Stop the feeble moaning, it’s time to raise our heads
Reluct against terror, nation of expelled deads
Fight might be right, right will be our fight
Freedom is our light, fight might be right.
Now it has to come… fight might be right
Our past lives are gone… fight must be right
Living on the edge of poor „to be or not“
If aren‘t you ready, shook your head else nod
Fight might be right, right will be our fight
We live out of sight, fight must be right.
10. Revolting Waste - Fuck the Hoax
Wasted, we’re wasted… segregation
An earthquake plan… mind drillers formation
Who believe that? Revolting waste? Fuck this hoax…
Who cares about? We erased them… Who provokes?
Form the line. Prepare to fight. Let’s go, folks!
Who believe that? Revolting waste? Fuck this hoax…
Wasted, we’re wasted… segregation
An earthquake plan… mind drillers formation
Don’t believe this fake, it’s our new world
There’s none who can turn it back, turn it back
An army of wasted, under ground
Life level subzero, now unbound
Go! It is a malicious fake…
11. CyClone
A privileged section, a new among the clones
None of us is secure, they can steal who they want
Face of mine, face of you, faster than light reflection
Masters of espionage and annoying desinformation
I‘ll kill you and you‘ll kill me, but there’s no guarantee
If it’s lie or if it’s true, horrendous ability
D‘you have a scratch? Well, I’m gonna devitalize you
Trust is a relic and mistake should be fatal too..
CyClones assault… perpetual imbroglio
A lethal chaos… hard times to undergo…
Horrendous ability… CyClones
Don’t trust me… even I am not so sure
Fake and versatility… CyClones
I can’t trust you… Or are you sure?
12. Ionized Fluid Being
Strange deformity of life
In threads of unearthly elements
I am flickering being of emptiness
In gaseous extract of existence
Ionized ... so far
Stabilized ... so close
My misty body slowly drops off
As amorphous time elapses here
In that inert glasstubular world
From where I can´t escape or disappear
Atomized ... impure
Vaporized ... exposed
Ionized ... so far
Stabilized ... so close
13. Mind Drillers
Mental squad, human computers
Trained well and forged
Psionic power turned to weapon
Brain waves make clones‘ minds disgorged
Bleeding ears and eyes bursting
Palatal tissues are non-reversibly grilled
Into black bleeding detrital mash
You loosers, you gonna be mind drilled!
Let’s kill at will!
Mind drillers, elite troops
Free of emotions, free of all
Chain reaction goes in loops
Let’s drill!
Strike back! Just close your eyes.
And imagine…
Strike back again! With ferocity…
Like machine…
Just let’s fucking drill!
Drill! Mind! Drill!
14. Enforce the Clones (Kill The Copy)
Kill your fucking copy, enforce your fucking clone
It’s not his perfect flesh or his precise unique bones
Crush your hated mirror trying to steal your face
Erradicate them, that earthly life‘s disgrace
Let’s enforce the clones
Their blood is not yours
Deriding the God, raped Nature base
Sodomized human race…
Kill your fucking copy now
Final slaughter started, you’re not alone
Scatter cloned bodies, go!
Show no fucking mercy, their blood will turn to waste
An artificial cancer, eliminate all these deadly cells
Keopaa will lead our steps through warped genetic hell
Survive… or not survive
Originals must be safe
Victory… or low life
Mastermind by your chafe
Kill your fucking copy, enforce your fucking clone
It’s not his perfect flesh or his precise unique bones
Crush your hated mirror trying to steal your face
Erradicate them, that earthly life‘s disgrace
15. Deletion / A Cyclic End
Clone casualties? None of clones will count the dead.
Human casualties? Reaper has his hands strained, dread…
But who am I?
I didn’t meet my copy… even kill
I doubt about my originality
I feel like foreigner… thoughts so ill
Epoch of clones now ends, tabooed, banned
New day dawn soon will come, trying to understand why…
Day of the victory, our mankind is safe
But I think I am one, a clone, my death’s postponed
Final deletion…
I survived my deletion.
But who am I?
I didn’t meet my copy
I doubt about my originality
I feel like foreigner… thoughts so ill
A cyclic end, history to flush
There’s one left to decimate
A cyclic end, my future is unknown
To join normal life, I have to procreate
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