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SYNCHRONIC LYRICS
"v 1.0" (2003 Demo)
1. Isolation
2. Individuality Disorder
1. Isolation
eeling no change i
count the dust on my eyes
i forget who i once wanted to be
i listen to the sound of memories
but the moments i gathered
mean nothing more to me
i‘m drowning in my questions
but the further i descend into myself
the more i’m unable to escape
from these mortal chains
i’m running in circles
just another nowayout
of my fleshmade cage
but when i turnaround
in this labyrinth it's just myself i see
because my world
is falling apart
i cling to illusions
inside turns to outside
isolated horizons
and i remain nameless
in this frozen individuality
i‘m drowning in this maze
but the further i descend into myself
the more I’m unable to escape
from these mortal chains
i’m running in circles
just to another nowayout
of my fleshmade cage
but when i turnaround
in this labyrinth it's just myself i see
i turn my head to forget who i was
or what i might have been
i turn my head and open my eyes
just to see what i hate
i want to free this human being
that has lost his intentions to live
but closed doors force to stay
birth cuts me from umbilical cord and atmosphere
snatched from a world marked by apparent perfection
the awakening from my cryonic sleep ejects me to this
condition of growing, just to get unfinished and disintegrated
burning eyes intensely reflect my demise
bright and darkened skies, nothing will ever stop this cruel uprise
i confess, i decay among this spell of obsessive greed and addiction
in this vortex of unrestrained submission
i conspire against my fundamental personality
stigmatized and demoralized by
incomprehensible human incorrigiblety
designed with treemendous deviation from the ideal
discontent emaciated bodies, whatever considering,
suicide won’t satisfy distortet souls
my blind illusion, obviously a remarkable confusion
of this damaged constitution transforms me into non-exist
inevitable accident chose victims of mindless education
declaration of an organic imperfection
insane certainty separates me from my own individuality
salvation results from confident detoxification, perishable flesh,
so what if there is a mental countermeasure
no obediance anymore, take this opportunity for non regulation
perfect rejection can pass this controlled defection
i learn to struggle on my own, through pointless alteration
it seems appropiate to revolt against the prohibitions
now dare to approach to the highest court,
decisive to extend the penetrator mode
my recommendation is determined devaluation
the radical amputation of infectious exploitation
builds up my strength to remanifest
part of the machine resistance (first step to exit)
i’m moving, moving on and on
further on the stairs of reason
i’m straying through grey corridors
to be useful for all of us
your existance in front of your
monitors has made you
become equal
to your programmes
your hunger for life
has been repleted long ago
you are captured in a dream
part of the machine
you don’t recognize the scheme
part of the machine
i’m working, working day by day
endeavouring more than you can say
i am turning time to money
to achieve our golden destiny
no interruption in this
constant state of dejavu
obliveon can’t torture you
because there’s nothing you’ll forget
today is done but
yesterday awaits you tomorrow
you are captured in a dream
part of the machine
you don’t recognize the scheme
part of the machine
a wheel to reiterate
spinning to operate
your brain to calculate
ensuring an immutable state
a wheel to reiterate
spinning to operate
your brain to calculate
ensuring our golden fate
i’m living, living on and on
efficiant ‘till my days are gone
my family fits in a portrait
but am I satisfied this way?
i’m escaping from this dream
separating from the machine
i can’t live within this scheme
no longer part of the machine
recognition leads to
doubt and doubt leads to
resistance
a perfect life in a perfect world
you expect from your place
a perverted lie, just a promised word
you take for absolute
a resistance
to get the chance
for an existence
beyond the machine
i swallowed your terms of `how to live`
and spit it in your faces
fuck you and your defined ways
your lifes are full of shit
i need to resist
to unchain my wrist
and I won‘t persist
to break out of the mist
resistance
your perfect life in your perfect world
is what I won’t accept
i choose to live than to be dead before
my lifetime is expired
a resistance
to get the chance
for an existence
beyond the machine
disevolutionized
i don’t - even know
if my memories - are true
when i dream - of times as we
were surrounded - by blue
but one thing – i‘ll tell you
what our world - has come to
when our sky - disappeared
and the clouds - start to rule
color waves formed to grey scales
a curtain hides the sun
poisonous breath – exhaled
by our ‚mother‘ machines
hangars like uteros
pregnant with a new race
machines - builded to create
what we are unable to reach:
perfection
inhaling - exhaling
sharp pain shoots through our bodies
anaesthetising - these feelings
injections to get through the days
waiting for - a morning
but our sun is as black as our lungs
still struggling - for nothing
we already gave way to our sons
in his mad obsession
with scientific perfection
man sacrificed mankind
for his intention to find
a divine creation:
„the artificial nation
endowed with absolute immunity!“
to survive on this cemetary
inhaling - exhaling
sharp pain shoots through our bodies
anaesthetising - these feelings
injections to get through the days
waiting for - a morning
but our sun is as black as our lungs
still struggling - for nothing
we already gave way to our sons
we have lost our
participations in evolution
no assimilation, but self-elimination
we’re obsolete to our sons
and became inhuman
breeding the silicon society
the countdown is about to end
for all of us
2. Individuality Disorder
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