13 ian. 2009


The Decline Portrait Resurgent Star Resurgent star, you rise with every second fade away in each voice that´s drowning in (the) noise (of this world) unheard by the father, unheard by the son Prisoners of flesh they are harvesting the grapes of indulgence they´re lost, a dissonant reflection oh will it ever end? If I could save the world, I wouldn´t I´d rather watch its carcass rust that throne of lonelyness they sat me on will be their grave Your gloomy halo, your crown of horns burn brighter than the light neath thorns, cause no one´s there to make things change yeah no one´s there who cares Don´t their eyes see the revolting horizon? welcome to reality being their saviour forever never was me to be Resurgent star, I leave the world to your defiling hands may you shine for them for a while Resurgent star, it´s you they chose so why don´t you light them the way? To hell... Resurgent star __________ End Of Rebellion Empty eyes reflect the giving up - the end of rebellion A pale morbid shine is what is left of a once sworn strength Robot fascination for order plans every single step you make Huge smokestacks, built of any self that existed, smoke ashes of your pride The urge to live is dead The true formula of death Without showing a sense your world is a mistake An ache drags but is not felt As nothing is felt anymore Random has no meaning here Structure is god "Structured chaos" says the headline in the grey sky that slowly blurres in the dust of this, your world You think you think but it´s just empty thoughts A head full of ideals of another In this world of whores you live the life of someone else A tone in a dissonant symphony is what we are A wheel in a machine that doesn´t do what we want it to But who needs to care who sees our insignificance The fool cries while the seers tears already dried The belief in a false freedom Is upon the tied up The cage is set around you see it or not And the more golden it is the more narrow it becomes Are you in one of them? The belief in a false freedom Is upon the tied up the head full of ideals of another But who needs to care who sees our insignificance The fool cries while the seers tears already dried __________ In Silence I Observe Roaming through obliviously worlds On roads paved with dead seconds I walk An ephemeral path that began in the dark Strange way on which I found myself Childrens´ laughter to my right Unknown to grief Just one in billions but nevertheless alone Grey, optimized, pitiable tools Created once - but revised now Machines unable to perform resistance Childrens´ laughter to be left Unknown to grief First loud then choked As dictating hands grab I wonder why they can´t see eachother I scream aloud but I´m not heard The picture fades in the distance anyhow Like the reminiscence of an empty paradise they just disappear Old and exhausted - abandoned and forgotten One more consumed by a suicidal system Thrown away, just like a broken toy Just one in billions Was that really me? __________ Of Ignorance And Irony Do you feel that certain emptiness The lack of a sense in the masterplan The uncertainty that lurks behind every corner of your life What a merciless feeling it is Cold as ice Feeding the big crack in you Yeah humans demise Bringing down the world The belief in an image can heal the surface A bait for the masses to calm them down Those too simple to see the deeper gaps might be satisfied The rest will find comfort in the fact of having been martyrs of an unlightened age .and face imbecile reactions It is human´s ignorance and his obstinate efforts to survey it That conjure up imminent hell Enjoy the pure irony in being creator of your most feared place And mock your idiocy, your hysteria, your influence See the selfappointed elite Nothing but a parasite that found its place among gregarious animals The absolute absence of intelligence Bold enough to grab for the small piece of might that fell into human hands Listen carefully to their words Try to fit in your form And claim your share Ascend in position - descend in my eyes The virus of progress infected earth But will it ever bring progress in its true meaning? Inhale the scorn And pray this bitter creed Unleash the beast upon this scenery bleak Release the sworn It must be down somewhere In the heart of every broken man and woman

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