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e who is to blame?

The humans are breeding for what they'll be bleeding
When machines takes control we've lost our soul

Technology took it's place set back the human race
What was to be our future divides our human culture
The Screen took our privacy. Bios is the premier key.
For profit and great fame who is to blame?

The humans are breeding for what they'll be bleeding
When machines takes control we've lost our soul

We've lost our soul!

Primitive instincts like back in Trias
But knowledge's bound...bound to bios

I won't follow all your leaders
I won't follow all your leaders and be one of the feeders
I won't follow all your lies

2. The Weapon

Where's the true knowledge? This weapon has to rise upon
the shadows of heaven to equality that will mean salvation
Where's our progress?
Our holy acquisition of socialisation brought dirty sow
and misery earased all self achivement
This is the weapon to set their heart on fire
This is the war which has to be done

We don't want to provide our process built inside, burn in hell!
Clean your hands in consciousness and dirty bodies will burn in hell
Burn in hell!!
They don't know hope! They don't know life! They don't know joy!
...but they know fear!

This is the weapon to set their heart on fire
This is the war which has to be done

This is the war
This the weapon...the only weapon!!!

3. Rest

I don't walk your path I won't breed that seed
It's deep in my heart though you're my blood
Losing it's deepest bonds crack it's final chains
Unbound the willing from those that are killing

None of the ultimate can save from grace
And here we stand for the final race

Turn from devil's eyes or become his final servant
No way you can hide for it is your destiny

4. The Vulcano Effect

I beg for the big eruption, the renewal of mother earth
Take back what is hers, recover from bleeding wounds
Open the monster's gate and oceans will disappear
Unleash the holy fire and burn this gory fields

With ashes from within, streams of boiling stones
Gas that's poisoning air, rise the burning hell

Open the monster's gate and oceans will disappear
Unleash the holy fire and burn this gory fields

...burn this gory fields

Insects will rule this world and eat what's brought,
brought by hellish storm
Ashes will cover the ground for creatures
it's the needed bound

brought by hellish storm
it's the needed bound

...so burn this gory fields

Deliver us from evil, for the sake of a new order
Set free the world from killing and create a brand new willing

5. Lost Compassion

Lost compassion and closed eyes, ignoring truth and freedom inside
Fear becomes directed hate towards all those in different shape
Inflicted cast that separates brigth from dark in any case
Closed eyes that lost control of a sane reality and a sober soul
We won't turn away
We won't close our eyes
We won't let you try
Never!!! Never!!!

With eyes full of hate fighting equality
Manipulating theories for a their ideology
Discriminating life cause their afraid

We will fight your words!

We take a stand towards this hating ignorance
Will incinerate their hatred and poisened thoughts
Won't accept their disrespect to dignity and humanity...
to dignity and humanity!!!

We won't turn away
We won't close our eyes
We won't let you try
Never!

6. Sinner From Birth

Enslaved since our birth we walk the path built by angels of blind tradition
down the valley of lies and opressions, strangled guilty minds tied by poisoned strings
Sinner from birth in a dying world built the walls,
walls around our social grave stone by stone

Walk on broken glasses carrying their requirement
Crippled wings of freedom are burning our hope

Burning!
Burning our hope!

7. Great Days Of Vengeance

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8. Save Their Aim

We pretend to care in the stuffy air we breath all day
We find ourself oppressing life that'll never know
Save their aim from the ashes

Too scared to lose our worthful power of blind control
where's the right to rise with own force to built their system

Save their aim from the ashes

Delightful cultures that'll never grow with our apparent sens of relief
Our sweat ain't more than false deception and
our helping hands are full of blood and dirt

Save their aim from the ashes

We set the frame in the genuine rain of a lost generation
Our sweat ain't more than false deception and
our helping hands are full of blood and dirt

Save their aim from the ashes

All our norms have been stamped in innocent flesh
All our past has been burying their unborn hope
All our ignorance has unleashed all their misery

Save their aim...from the ashes

9. Forsaken Cries

Forsaken cries,the martyr's melodies
Sacrificed our flesh,What you call blessed
Wars bend our backs, Melt down our freedom
Cut off our hands, In divinity and lies
From false devotees, To laying claim
Can hear the melodies, For eternity
Shattered by our own slavery, all heavens fall
At the gates of sanctuary, all heavens fall

Blood on walls fullfilled our daydreams
Lost our life's in the name of false truth

Wasted blood infect with blindness
Stolen gold what made our symbols
Sandy wounds wash in holy water
Burning souls lead to a new cross

...to a new cross!!!

Forsaken cries

10. Scars

sometimes years go by
and wounds lay open
no intention for action
cause time heals all wounds
It's said that there is
no sorrows after days
no pain after months
no regret after years

no regret
after years

if wounds do heal why do we choose a different way
how can we judge what's wrong and what's right

Scars cover my heart

If wounds do heal
why do we make
a different decision
a change of priorities

but if wounds do heal
how can we avoid
to do all mistakes
again and again

...again...

scars cover my heart and I am so proud to carry them deep down inside
scars make me breath give sense to my feelings they carry the truth
for future decisions

if all wounds do heal why do we choose a different way
how can we judge what's wrong and what's right

Scars cover my heart

11. The Dying

We mostly feel like better not thinking too much about what each day may offer us.
If there is sun outside we hate it.
If it rains we feel good and when there is snow we feel cosy.

In general we are forced to be part of what we never chose to be part of.
We are all trapped in between relations, caught by words and stuck between positive and negative.
It's not a matter of intelligence, social appearance or money.

It's inherited.
Things that seem to be true turn out to be the biggest lies ever.
Everyday I wake up I feel so much pressure on me.

I often feel that daily life is a too big burden nevertheless I want to keep up the fight.
Every life was created on a storyboard.
But who owns the board, who writes it?

The only thing I know is that pain leaves scars and they help me write my storyboard in a certain way.
If somebody ever tells me life is simple I kick his ass.
If somebody tells me life is complex I would laugh at him.

In both manners there is pain involved even tough there is a different thought behind it.
Through human evolution pain evolved to one of the most creative sources in life.
The focus on destroying basic ideas of harmony and peace, causing pain, seems to be the essence of life.
I enjoy it.