1. CULT

My thoughts are tied
One fighting each other
I found my freedom
Trapped between four walls
Better than no one
But the one I was before
I cut the cord
I'm frozen to the core

I sold fun to get strenght
Say no word and get bent

Better far and mute
Far and mute, crass and rude
Lips closed tight so you don't drown in the truth

The situation crystalized
Both victim and blade
Twisted as a cypher
Defending the signified

"Pięć siedem dwa zero zero siedem. Po sucha i pobocznej, jesteśmy i będziemy, kurwa. Eh eh kurwa ! Kurwa !"

No friends, no fun, no highlife target
Bounded by obsessions
And hidden as a black cult
My life is a cycle of pain, labour and stress drain

Still troubles
Still so much aversion
This is all I've got


2. GRIME

The same crap, the same gap
Between your ears and your brain
You spread mud, then dry fuck
I can see clear in the blanks
I feel like a stranger anywhere

This shit is clearer and clearer
Real deal is over the border
If grass ain't greener in the neighbour's lot
I swear what I see here is earth and dust

Come and go
This music doesn't mean jack to you
No one's impressed by your shit
Time after time so many people quit this shit
Then they're no where to be found

Dedication, medals for action
Still trying to get a life
Ears are closing, ego's growing
What's next is unpredictable

We crush, we move, we ain't got nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
We got nothing to prove



3. SUPREME

Sheeps fuckin' each other
To reach a crown made of shit
Two-faced retards crawling
In the middle of beasts

I’ll be the reef that rips you
When you'll leap from the cliff
But you can try to fool me, still

We motherfuckin' break the drill
Shell proof, won't go smooth
When we'll make you pay the bill

Supreme with the real, deep
You know the deal, obliteration machine
Competition brings quality
Choke with your loyalty

You're like all the nymphomaniacs that you fucked
You caught the STD's of the bands that you sucked
Gozzle down my muck, keep asking for our crack
Still B-Ray glasses on

The floor is rotting, the foundations are weak
Choices are primary, goals miles away
From what you can conceive

Supreme


4. POISON MY NAME

A few years as an outcast, leading to a social suicide
I'm getting far from open hearts pictures
As the bars are staying cold
Everything fucked up in a second
As the lies are too big and my pride has been sold

Stay locked, stay fucked in your certitude
Being the first to bite when the weird comes too close to you
Changes and choices, you never knew
"If you're not now you never were"
So I'm wrong to be right
Labels burning on the blackest night

Poison is back, they yell it on the broadcast
It's official they testify
Reason is crap, another stone, another box
Stick in their eyes, straw in their minds
Poison is back, major attack, ivory back
You remain so predictable

"Ta gorge dans mes mains, sale fils de putain"

Stay fuckin' sure, I'm so pitiful

Cheers to that perversive insanity
A toast to that everlasting stalking horse
Another evidence that your meaningless life
Could not get worse

One eight two five hours
One hate to hang cowards
The words the sound, the biggest the mouth
You're so far from what I became even with the purest
Shit in my veins, your throat in my hands


5. CONTINUOUS CASTING

(Instrumental)


6. BREACHES AND LEECHES

Diggin' the faces, sneaking in ditches, cures are worse than diseases
They dismantle safety triggers in a system infested by fleas

Paid from our pockets, let them poison our minds
A generation, giving away their lives
Medecine resistant bodies, science too far gone
(We're not the only ones afraid for a reason)
Which plague will affect, the son of my son ?

Contradiction
So distant from the point
To save time and avoid confrontation
We are what we eat, we're eating what we are
Pure products of overproduction

Forcing, filth down your throat
You do as you're fucking told
Consume

Seeds and leaves, progress and breaches
Sucked by governement leeches
We've created our main threat, and infected our blood
We're the cause of the trainwreck and the casualties


7. CLEAVED DIAMOND

Pressure on my shoulders
And if I lose my life before my milk teeth
Grown ups told me it's worth the sacrifice
So I'll go further, for sure I act for peace

Automatic toys, angel faced warriors, no fucking law to floor
Civilization, youth used as weapons, wake up and pound the ground
There are truth like these, stuck between two floors
The one we want to hide, the one you want to use
So shut the drawers

Brilliant on the pictures, commissioned by scriptures
My childhood offered in the blood
No fear of anyone or anything

You're no judge, just another white stranger
You've shot your third world problems
Snatched from the roots, you can't understand
My need of vengeance, my surge of anger

The origin is far behind
True reasons hidden, shadow of the blood lord

Deep inside, I wait for, for a way, a way to stop the time

The fuse in my mind has been lit
Death will be my only exit


8. BIAS IRAE

Your last role will be
Trapped in the noose
Tongue cut mouth shut
Light on your face, done on your case

Mass media rising everyone thinks his voice will be heared
Your life is shit, so then you need someone to care cause you miss our parents
So you become the judge, the jury or a simple sample of the audience
You think you're wise enough to take the role, trained, full of knowledge and synical

Let the iron speak
Let the hammer fall

The unavoidable judgement will tear you apart

Realize how meaningless you are, with or without a god

Growing and shining
Lightrays crushing
Coming from deeper
Than your eye can figure out
You met the all-knowing
Right before you pass out

Highlighting your ignorance
Swinging the blade above your head
Highlighting your ignorance
Teeth on the wood, steel in your neck


9. FIFTY SEVEN

Strong as ten, hands crafted in the cold
Black carpet unfolds
Sewed by the ones who saw us grow

Walls sweating hatred, as a reminder
All rugged and jaded, these bricks forever
Purged ice blue, spreading grey to the borders
Raised me up by pulling me under

Erase the maps we stay unconquered
We still hide four knives and an iron bar

And now we're dragged to the center
And all these chains, they turn into gold
Nothing to hold on but the sight of fog around fading
The few who left are already dead, yeah

And I can't believe, no I can't
I'm stuck between with nowhere to go

Fifty-seven, fifty-seven thousans corpses

Grinding the line
Spreading the plague around
Yeah we'll be fine
We purify with fire


10. GREY SKY, IRON GRAVE

(Instrumental)