Label: Prosthetic Records - 9101072 • Format: CD Album • Country: Canada • Genre: Rock • Style: Death Metal
Translate Email Print. Symptoms 2. Hunted 3. Left Hand 4. Hopes 5. Light 7. Incongruous 8. Pedestal 9. Grief Damages Symptoms Progress under these terms is slow death. Chocking under your mass consumption. They're all symptoms of your fall.
Your system is chocking and you with it. And you finally reached the limits. Limits imposed by its nature. And it's all futile to live under constant pressure of success and failure. We all saw it coming cause the past dictates the future. And we all saw it crash once before. The Hopes - Beneath The Massacre - Incongruous process seems to be defiant.
Faith in a market and a market based on faith. A faith in an invisible hand. A hand stained with our blood. Progress is death. And death is progress. Your death; progress through your death. We all witness, on and on, your Gypsy Wanderers* - Gypsy Oriental Dance (Shellac) proclaimed royalty.
And kept it quiet, blinded by delusions, by your tricks and games while you bit the hand feeding you. We all witness your downfall, ambitious hopes crashing in a common grave, a common grave you designed.
Your system is chocking, and you with it. Progress: your death. We'll all progress through your death. Hunted Your disciples are ready to kill and to die. Sacrifice women and children in the name of an ideology.
Survival instinct pushes you to commit the worst atrocities. Complete denial and stubborn. Stubbornness or intellectually challenged? Crimes will be punished, one day your time will catch you up. It's only a matter of time. Can you hear their voices? They're all whispering in your back. Can you feel it coming? They're plotting to cut your head off.
Can Sõnad - Armin* - Unistuste Aeg hear them knocking? They're here knocking at your door. And now all your enemies in an alliance are hunting you. By thousands, they're chasing you. All the ghosts of the victims plotting to cut your head off.
Haunting you. Left Hand It's a self-portrait Painted with your blood Revealing your darkest thoughts Claiming yourselves to be the victims, Victims that you are not Empty feelings filling your empty shell Of a self-centered existence A distorted vision of your reality A reality you deny And each sunset brings a darker day And people are all the same Claiming yourselves to be the victims, Victims that you are not Erase Waste Of Skin - The Fifth Sun - The Moment Of Truth the Hopes - Beneath The Massacre - Incongruous Break down all will Glorified defeatist Amputated left hand Scared of what you might find?
Dig out what's deep inside Sermons and false sympathy This life suits you well Empty feelings filling your empty shell Of a self-centered existence A distorted vision of your reality A reality you deny And each sunset brings a darker day And people are all the same Claiming yourselves to be the victims, Victims that you are not Scared of what you might find? Dig out what's deep inside Sterile and virgin This death suits you well 4.
Hopes And your hope will lead you nowhere. Forever You Will Be Mine - Cliff Richard - Stronger your hope is an act of faith. A faith in a fairy tale. A faith that serves them well. Primitive, living under the fear of the unholy and demons.
Human monstrosity. From sheep. Righteous man, spreading fear among the herd of lose sheep with mercantile interests. To Wolf. A romantic vision of your own demise. From sheep to wolf. Selling a romantic vision of our own death. Selling a false prophecy. And so we create this monster to our image. We can relate. In order to forgive the unforgivable and perpetuate. Living under fear of Armageddon. Bring ourselves to the limits. It It starts as a simple thought and grows, eats you alive.
You choke and you spit Hopes - Beneath The Massacre - Incongruous you can't get Ghetto - The Wall - Live taste out of your mouth, don't you know it's with you until the end.
And I'm breaking free from this. You fight back with all you have, denying your intellectual cell. It's a race against time, it's a fight you can't win.
You should know it is with you until the end. I'm breaking free from this. And all it needs is a single spark to bring yourself to life. You should know by now it is with you until the end. And I'm breaking free from this sinking rock and gasp for air. And all the pacified fools waiting for death as their deliverance.
One step towards the end, seizing every moment. Light Sitting in the dark, hearing voices. Voice of reason? Voices you know. Voice of truth? Waging a war at your demons.
War at your impure thoughts. All your demons outnumbered by voices. Impure and outnumbered. Your so called impure thoughts you have is nothing but proof you're alive. Murmurs you hear when you shut your eyes are nothing but a medical condition. The danger in searching for a brighter light, is to find one where there is none. Incongruous [Instrumental] 8. Hopes - Beneath The Massacre - Incongruous Dying on your pedestal, alone, aside from the rest of the world.
A pedestal they built for you. Your intentions remained intentions Your art is a product of mass consumption benefiting some through the sale of plastic. Manufacturing a Hopes - Beneath The Massacre - Incongruous they can dance to.