01. Intro: The third coming
Repent, all of you, because judgement day is approaching! The world is going to be obliterated because of their sins. The faith is waning, and the reign of man is approaching the last of its days. All signs are clear, and they are no more like a thief in the night for the true righteous believers. Our youngs are wasted and corrupted by fulfilled temptations of orgies of lust and perversion, by events performed on dark and demonic places influenced by their foul ambientation, where all these sons and daughters of the devil itself engange in rituals of depravation and sinful surrenders, with the production of aberrant acts against the nature like the impure touching among persons of the same gender, or even worse, the use of contraceptives and onanism like beasts, encouraged by the attitude of all that individuals and their ambiguous sexuality that play on satanic music gangs or dance to them like if they were possessed by the uttermost evil, and destroying that temple that is their bodies with the use of wines, substances and fornication. Do not you really see it? How many more signals do you need to see that the end of the world is already happening? How many more proofs do you need to believe it?
02. Bliss
I feel
awake
inside me,
the moonlight and the neons activating
my brain and my body,
on pure extasy,
and here you are,
extremely glimly,
extremely kiddish,
hatefully cocky
next to your cronies,
in need of showing me you're a toughy
Fight me, hit me or bash me,
I really give a shit about you're trying on me,
oh please strike me, kick me and crack me,
I'm doing shit and you're already losing all this,
so let's insult me, break me and smash me,
nothing you can do will take away my joy at all,
oh, you can punch me, shake me and thrash me,
I'm just all above you prick can try to make me sink,
'cause I'm in bliss.
I'm in bliss.
I'm alive, my gaze burns its path,
and you attack
'cos it reminds you how pathetic you are...
I'm a happy man,
and nothing, even you, can stop that.
Fight me, hit me or bash me,
I really give a shit about you're trying on me,
oh please strike me, kick me and crack me,
I'm doing shit and you're already losing all this,
so let's insult me, break me and smash me,
nothing you can do will take away my joy at all,
oh, you can punch me, shake me and thrash me,
I'm just all above you prick can try to make me sink,
'cause I'm in bliss.
I'm in bliss.
03. This time alone
All things in the streets are the tips of a new becoming,
but that is something that's never arriving,
a lure to keep all of us awaiting,
You see the people expecting the shits that will light their hopings,
controlled by a few selected shepherds, like lambs, on a unique way.
Then a hole on the wall, missing brick that is quickly repaired,
during the exact time to be noticed, the exact time to make you think you have an escape,
a hole were fishing rods are showing, where they expect to catch a price,
a light that leads to nowhere, a road that lacks of dead-end signs.
I am fed up of waiting what it's always a step ahead of me,
bored of waiting for the future everyone is also looking for,
all lifes are full of great projects, visions of better livings,
but nothing is changing, nothing is changing at all.
so this time I won't do what they say we must do for getting our wildest whishes,
so this time I will do something different, this time I will walk against the flow,
this time alone.
So we keep going on as we're told, narrow-minded, obsessed,
our steering wheel blocked in a straight, mediocre, predictable way.
They force us to be dead, and to expect, and to wait, and to dream,
and to think that everything is going to be OK tomorrow, but tomorrow never gets near.
I am fed up of waiting what it's always a step ahead of me,
bored of waiting for the future everyone is also looking for,
all lifes full of great projects, visions of better livings,
but nothing is changing, nothing is changing at all,
nothing at all.
I'm tired of waiting. We only wait... You know what? Fuck them!
I am fed up of waiting what it's always a step ahead of me,
bored of waiting for the future everyone is also looking for,
all lifes are full of great projects, visions of better livings,
but nothing is changing, nothing is changing at all.
so this time I won't do what they say we must do for getting our wildest whishes,
so this time I will do something different, this time I will walk against the flow,
so this time I won't do what they say we must do for getting our wildest whishes,
so this time I will do something different, this time I will walk against the flow,
this time alone.
This time alone.
04. Dead in sixty-six parts
Dead in sixty-six parts
First the whole skin,
then the nipples and the cheeks,
from the arms, there's forearms,
and after that the hands,
enter legs, from we see
the ankles and the feet,
and we get the tight bones,
and don't forget the knees,
in sixty-six parts.
Dead in sixty-six parts.
Every finger, that adds ten,
rounds to twenty including toes,
whole jaw with its teeth,
shoulders, eyes, ears, nose,
and after the lips,
one tongue, and the hips,
then there is the breastbone,
the heart and the spleen,
the spine, in a cut,
next to pancreas and both lungs,
bladder, liver, intestines,
brain, stomach and kidneys,
in sixty-six parts,
dead in sixty-six parts
05. We're gonna eat tonight
Prey is clean,
and the feast is foreseen
to be lavish
at the least of our dreams,
Groceries so sweet
as we managed to get,
to accompany
this meal we now prepare...
Stress made tender flesh
to be readily soft,
and a tight, awesome knife
will help us with the joints,
each part has been cut
on the best way we could,
and the salt and the spice
improve the taste of this food,
light sour sauce put
the icing on the cake,
as new flavours are a risk
we are willing to take,
the steam pouring wild
from the slow-roasted steaks,
juices still flow,
it's a succulent view,
and then, we dispose
an artistic layout
oozing nobility,
leaking grandeur out.
we are taking our class,
to Apocalypse we'll survive,
but the best of all is
we're gonna eat tonight.
We're gonna eat tonight.
We're gonna eat tonight.
But the best of all is
we're gonna eat tonight.
All these things
that make life worth living,
all these things
that make life worth eating,
We know it's not the same fun
for the partakers we picked
but we are training our minds
to last the Apocalypse,
we are taking our class,
to Apocalypse we'll survive,
but the best of all is
we're gonna eat tonight.
We're gonna eat tonight.
Juices still flow,
it's a succulent view...
All these things
that make life worth living,
all these things
that make life worth eating,
We know it's not the same fun
for the partakers we picked
but we are training our minds
to last the Apocalypse,
we are taking our class,
to Apocalypse we'll survive,
but the best of all is
we're gonna eat tonight.
We're gonna eat tonight.
06. Intermission: May you live in interesting times
[INSTRUMENTAL]
07. Bursting into the world
I believe there must be something more than this,
under my skin an impulse is itching,
Look at all of them in silence,
they seem to be speaking, socializing
but they're really shut up in a system
that hates all types of originality,
All of them are just plain idiots, small-minded under stress,
all full of fear of realizing they are only simulating their happiness,
I believe there must be something more than this,
under my skin an impulse is itching, looking for release,
this pressure in my skull pushing outwards must be my soul,
it broke its chains trying to free itself from this low,
And now it's bursting into the world.
Now it's bursting into the world.
They mark all you have to do, all you have to say,
clinging to supress brilliance other than the one they think they possess...
Signs, all full of signs of people alike,
trying to escape from these states of mind
that they imposed on them to be
recognized,
only to be
accepted in something that seems free,
but in fact part of the greater shit,
being slaves of the subjection
that only is
their fear of you bursting into the world.
I believe there must be something more than this,
under my skin an impulse is itching, looking for release,
this pressure in my skull pushing outwards must be my soul,
it broke its chains trying to free itself from this low,
I believe there must be something more than this,
under my skin an impulse is itching, looking for release,
this pressure in my skull pushing outwards must be my soul,
it broke its chains trying to free itself from this low.
And now it's bursting into the world.
Now it's bursting into the world.
08. A next reality
I feel glee, in absence of time,
experiencing a whole new plane from depths of mind,
Insidious winds moving an atmosphear
of impossible clouds painting a glorious dawn,
And lost cities left for intrepids to find
to discover grand places that gone races hid once behind,
a full life out of nowhere, a background of noise
where every possibility can take place.
Monsters I percieve with a touch of fear
as I run and I see sinister vast fields,
destinies told to me by strangers in veils
from towers glowing in black and iridescence
I close my eyes and I sense fantasies,
a world of landscapes of real magics,
why would I live amid mediocrity
when I can have what I'm dreaming?
So I will go on the trip
and I'll never return,
I'll leave behind a whole life
of things I should have done,
I'll understand with my blindfolded eyes
and I will see what I'm missing.
And I will see what I'm missing.
I will see what I'm missing.
Tameless worlds, fortresses founded aeons ago,
legends and lore that become real at my very touch,
Blueish ambient light with no origin,
shadows of eyes of nightmarish beasts,
lanterns shine beneath a darkened mist,
constant dread within, keeping me alive in this
realm of fears.
The smell of the breeze and the moonlight beams
lightens foul silhouettes, bordering sanity,
from the edge of my glimpses I see unreal things,
wonders both great and bleak that makes this reality
die, within the grasp of my hand, and yet out of sight,
flavours of marvels my mind can't fully catch.
I close my eyes and I sense fantasies,
a world of landscapes of real magics,
why would I live amid mediocrity
when I can have what I'm dreaming?
So I will go on the trip
and I'll never return,
I'll leave behind a whole life
of things I should have done,
I'll understand with my blindfolded eyes
and I will see what I'm missing.
09. Automatische Terroriv Mödell
Automatische Terroriv Mödell.
Krön iste komm dli vim.
10. Too high
Our blood, pumping fast and strong in our veins
as it flows and make us sense the feast of living,
ignoring all the pretentions of the people
that try to tell us what we must do
because with us they feel so uneasy
and being free to be.
Burning inside,
putting our heads on fire, putting our brains on the line,
burning inside,
arising feelings till they touch the skies,
killing our minds,
adrenaline, so much that it will melt our whole hearts,
burning inside,
and getting too high to stand the fall.
Meeting our fates in every road lane, in every sick joint
we didn't know before just as we go more far and faster,
with no obligations or moral lessons,
with old-fashioned ways of going through the night
just following the way, and the way we are,
meeting angels and meeting demons,
straying away with people we won't recall again
but we don't care, we are on our own,
just talking, or just smiling,
or just raging, or just standing
or dancing through the dark forgetting once and for all
without discerning love from hate,
self-misery from real tragedy,
but we don't care for these are our sole lives,
time will tell if we live or die.
Burning inside,
putting our heads on fire, putting our brains on the line,
burning inside,
arising feelings till they touch the skies,
killing our minds,
adrenaline, so much that it will melt our whole hearts,
burning inside,
and getting too high to stand the fall.
To stand the fall.
Killing our minds,
adrenaline, so much that it will melt our whole hearts,
burning inside,
and getting too high to stand the fall.
Getting so high, too high to stand the fall.
11. Intermission: End of everything
[INSTRUMENTAL]
12. Reluctant hero
I'm a hero, a lookout for the weak,
a long awaited human dream,
with mind-blowing powers that all stories
fall short to transmit.
I was once one of the people that then
wished to have more capacity to bring
justice to this puny, sick society of
bastards that stay upon morals and laws,
but I wish it no more.
I'm the strongest, I'm the quickest,
I deflect beams with my hands of steel,
I can stand a rain of bullets,
but I'm not immune to other's stupidity.
Cleaning all the messes made all of them lazy,
I'm sick of being a righter of wrongs,
What I wanted was to fulfill that vision,
but I don't feel my mission is to save the world
anymore.
I saw the evil of this world
acting through the same ones that asked me for a hand,
I saw people I have helped
relapsing before my very eyes.
Battling the supernatural
or just plain very earthly madness,
bloody flesh and bone fishes or whatever,
it's the same to me.
This is all I wanted,
This is all I always dreamed
but now all these powers
are nothing but a shame to me.
All I do for humans makes them think
their duty is secondary,
why do I have to save them
if they don't do a shit to save themselves?
I'm the strongest, I'm the quickest,
I deflect beams with my hands of steel,
I can stand a rain of bullets,
but I'm not immune to other's stupidity.
Cleaning all the messes made all of them lazy,
I'm sick of being a righter of wrongs,
What I wanted was to fulfill that vision,
but I don't feel my mission is to save the world
This is all I wanted,
this is all I always dreamed,
but now all these powers
are nothing but a shame to me.
Cleaning all the messes made all of them lazy,
I'm sick of being a righter of wrongs,
What I wanted was to fulfill that vision,
but I don't feel my mission is to save the world
anymore.
13. This time together
This play is going to an end,
and you think your social suppression's going to make a difference,
you think you're less slaved by the system if you're on your own,
but you're another fucker caught in the dichotomy show,
Staying out of all, releasing your hate
by telling everyone that you're not part of this game,
that your standards are way higher than the ones of the rest,
but you are really making the same mistake, just like them,
You fell into the trap, you have now all my disrespect,
you are a big nothing from the masses,
you stick to loneliness and so you sealed your fate,
you're just one more pawn in my army,
I will take you with me in my fall, I will sweep you with me
in a straight line into the abyss,
I will control you and you will be part of this big fucking lie,
this time together.
You think you're free to attack and kill,
to disregard warnings and criticism 'cos you don't realize
that you are something foreseen, a necessary mean,
you believe you are a rebel but you're really part of the scheme,
You fell into the trap, you have now all my disrespect,
you are a big nothing from the masses,
you stick to loneliness and so you sealed your fate,
you're just one more pawn in my army,
I will take you with me in my fall, I will sweep you with me
in a straight line into the abyss,
I will control you and you will be part of this big fucking lie,
this time together.
14. The Doomsday march
@#$%&!!
15. Apocalyptophilia
I have been expecting the end of all
since I can remember, addicted forever,
we are closer than ever before
to the last spectacle this world has to offer,
Riding the wave of a super-earthquake
I'll dodge a super volcano engaged by invading demons,
a solar flare that scorches the Earth
and a giant meteor bounced on planet Nibiru,
trampling our brains by a gamma-ray burst
that flips the earth poles while a wolf eats the sun,
Atom-bombing our cities and towns
to kill all the zombies a virus turned humanity on...
I want to be chilled by the vision of me
converted into hot plasma by death rays of a mad doc,
as we cross a space plane of great gravity waves
that splits the whole planet and makes me get a hard-on
while I see everything destroyed
and I enjoy those vistas.
I'll be engulfed by a black hole created
in a hadron collider from a mayan designer,
tsunamies, crisis, the crash of the moon,
a huge catalog to select the way of our doom,
giants ants, martians and killing bees,
irradiated spiders, hidden intraterrestrials,
a messiah causing a global war,
and television devouring our brain, it's the end of all...
It really is the end of all
and it fulfills my apocalyptophilia.
It fulfills my apocalyptophilia,
It fulfills my apocalyptophilia,
It fulfills my apocalyptophilia,
We are closer than ever before
to the last spectacle this world has to offer,
I have a ticket ready on the front line,
to see the world die
and fulfill my
apocalyptophilia
apocalyptophilia
apocalyptophilia
The earth will be engulfed by a black hole created
in a hadron collider from a mayan designer,
I have a ticket to see the world die
ready on the front line, to see the world die
to see the world die
and fulfill my apocalyptophilia
16. Outro: Fear and hope in the aftermath of obliteration
[INSTRUMENTAL]
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