1. |
Barcodes
03:48
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You’ve killed us all
That could live forever inside us
Our mind is dead
And our flesh is your tool now
Our minds are full of money
We are empty inside
Consume or die
You have no right to make your choice.
The first reason
If you're not agree.
Becoming the ruck
*I’m not like others*
In truth you are the copypaster
Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
Open your eyes, there is nothing you can change.
Look at those people, cut the line.
How can we survive like that?
Is this the progress?
Money and control, money and control
We are falling in abyss of misery
Shut your mouth.
Shut your fucking mouth
Don’t listen to them
Your brains are washed
Look at the upside
You’re just another gear in this tight machine of harvest.
Your life is ones and zeros
Our digital souls are money slaves
Your barcode is inside your heart
A simple command to delete will wipe all your have and all you dreamed
We’re victims of black gold wars.
Losing our place in this world being stylish in degradation
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2. |
Digital Grave
03:29
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All satellites a falling down
Magnetic fields are disappear
We are so blind and foolish
We have bury ourselves in a digital grave.
I am the ones and zeros
My soul is a binary code now
I commit ablution and s uicide – a ritual self-destruction.
To reach the eternity of the other world
To become immortal you must die once!
I will be the last of us to create the new beginning.
I will destroy this digital heaven to revive our world
I am the angel of your digital hell
I am the virus to burn this system to dust
I will set to zero all your pleasures and dreams.
You’ll be rewarded for your sins
You though that you are Gods for too long
You can’t live real life in virtual reality
This must be the end.
I restart your avatars
I will format your profiles to my army
Servers are falling, this heaven shall burn in this place you will suffer
All satellites a falling down
Magnetic fields are disappear
World is abandoned, your heaven is burning.
We have bury ourselves in a digital grave.
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3. |
Revolution 2.0
02:59
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Hey, wait! What is going on?
Can you see the reality?
We're ignoring the history
making the same mistakes.
Will we ever get to the point?
This is all a dream, just an illusion, a fake.
So will you lead them to the end?
Don't waste your time, ignoring the truth.
Just be the truth! (скрим)
(40 сек) It's time to become someone
Our leaders left us in the lurch
In the grey mass there are some movements
It's not the time to go to church.
Iiiiit's not the time to go
to the chuuuurch.
All your gods abandoned us ages ago
We're on ourselves now
Surviving our nature alone
Wasting our lives for crumbs.
Being a part of this world is like being a shade.
Echoes of opinions are spilling in the space
of emptiness
Making no sense to our leaders
(читка) Being a part of this world is like being a shade.
Echoes of opinions are spilling in the space of emptiness
(гроул) Making no sense to our leaders
Making us more obscure.
The mass controll is fading away
And the mind takes precedence
We're thumbs down with this way
So lead them to the rise.
(припев) The revolution is in progress
The constitution must be ruined
The crowd is out of control
The new world order must be set
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4. |
The Black Mantle
03:08
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I kill those scums
Blood drops on the white pages
Their bodies will be buried in a fraternal crypt
I delete profile’s data
I wipe out the history and traces
I will format your brain and restart your life
I don’t remember what I’ve done
I’m new, I’m a clear sheet, I’m like an angel
How many lives I’ve ruined that way?
I’m the only one who can control that element.
You’ll burn in fire of agony and sins.
This is my power, this is my territory.
You wail for dead
You’re blind to threat
Your confessions are useless to me
Your personalities are nothing to me
I’ve been struggled through the flagellation
What’s my role this time again?
The only thing I believe will never change
I will find you and kill you
This will be the retribution from above
It will clear you out it will spill you out
In spite of judgment of your Gods
My deeds have no sense to you all
This flame renews your souls
That’s why u must stop breathing now
Night streets are spitting out cold and darkness
Sacrifices are made for authorities
Now it’s time to die
My synthetic body have no fear no pity
I don’t feel your pains
I’m the tool to for making kills
I’m not an angel and I will do my best
The only way to absolution is through destruction
And I will give you all this grace
Your death is my salvation
Your graves are index of performance
My brothers and sisters your sins are purified
NOW!
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5. |
New Age Metropolis
03:21
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I am alone in this closed circuit
Alone in the shadows of concrete giants
Overpasses reach the sky and devour the lights.
I am alone among the millions of souls.
We are alike in this feeling on this lifeless planet.
This is the labyrinth of crossroads with no smiles and
words.
There is nothing here anymore but vacuum of shadows and
daily grind.
Dissolving feeling inside is getting increasingly harder
from day by day.
We're all in a pursuit of benefits, to reach the even
bigger loot.
The eternal haste and race through struggle with
ourselves.
For the sake of money, status, profit we suffer mental
damage and disease.
We no longer believe in miracles!
We don’t send postcards and don’t look in to the eyes.
I'm alone in nostalgia of the metropolis of death.
I try to open my eyes and look long in to the sky.
Freedom as a lighthouse, the darkness has come
Now our dreams are doomed.
So follow the horizon and take your life back.
Be quiet of the mind.
Find your self
I'm alone in nostalgia of the metropolis of death.
I close my eyes and see the stars of other worlds.
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6. |
Lost Contact
03:06
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I was there before you’re gone
Our connection was lost this many a day
I’m scared to lose your words
I can not accept this shit
Let’s take a deep breath
And watch the pure light of mind
I’ll keep our secrets safe
I still can see your eyes
I still can hear your voice
The days of our hope have washed by endless streams
I just want to switch you on
Recover every byte
Delete your word “Goodbye”
And see your pic online
How can I live without your lines?
Day after day my anguish grows
The perception of tragedy comes late
I need your endless space
I’ll keep our secrets safe
I still can see your eyes
I still can hear your voice
The days of our hope have washed by endless streams
Your piece of mind will bring comfort to me
Your data is a part of your mind
But this won’t take you back
We should move on
Those hard attempts
Your data is deleted
We all are digitally reborn
The system has our source codes
Reflections of us lives it’s own life
Storages are overfilled with data
What I’ve been searching for?
Ah, I’ll never get close to it
Forget this, leave this, kill it
Now relax and take a look into the skies.
Day after day these people are flowing like particles in extent.
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