Abandoned Mortuary : Emotional Wasteland

Death Grind / Hungary
(2014 - Abran Records)
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1. THE PLAGUE

(Instrumental)


2. MALFUNCTIONING SENSES

Gradually losing
Their grip on the real world
A whirlwind dragging in
Its victims

Open eyes, closed minds
Under a spell
Malfunctioning senses
Feeding misinformation

The ties with others breaking
Replaced by superficial
Artificial connections
Pretending to belong to
A community that was never for real

Genuine feelings suppressed
Replaced by superficial
Artificial emotions
Induced by the urge to fit in
While hiding all that’s real inside

Open eyes, closed minds
Under a spell
Malfunctioning senses
Feeding misinformation

Virtual friends, virtual loves,
A virtual world
Virtual personalities
The deception is real

The ties with others breaking
Replaced by superficial
Artificial connections
Pretending to belong to
A community that was never for real

Genuine feelings suppressed
Replaced by superficial
Artificial emotions
Induced by the urge to fit in
While hiding all that’s real inside


3. CHANGING COLOURS

You see the corruption of the system
A system built on solid foundation
But now ready to be condemned
The walls might fall in any moment

You came you saw you conquered
The playground was all yours
It was time to make your vision real
Too bad now you can’t tell the new system from the old

Changing colours
Changing faces
Principles and doctrines
Remain the same


4. GLIMMERING LIGHT

Step after step
Mile after mile
Feet getting tired
On the straight and narrow

The whispering of the wind
Is suppressed by the songs of sirens
The road gets hard to see
In the descending darkness

Looking back at the past
Your mind is playing tricks on you
What used to be a living hell
Now looks so charming for you

A thousand fall at the left
Ten thousand on the right
Yet you can make it
If you hold on tight

Listen to the gentle breeze
As it whispers in your ear
Don’t stray from the path
Just believe, don’t fear

Looking back at the past
Your mind is playing tricks on you
What used to be a misery
Should never again hold you

Can’t you hear that still small voice
Can’t you see that glimmering light
Can’t you hear that still small voice
Can’t you see that glimmering light


5. DISTORTED MIRROR

Terror
Plant it in the hearts
Murder
Hide nothing from the eyes
Disaster
Feeding on the pain of the
Victims
Merchants of death

Distorted mirror
Contorted minds
Shoving your views
Down the throat

Ignorance
Neglect the facts that don’t
Support
The “truth” you would present

Distorted mirror
Contorted minds
Shoving your views
Down the throat

You bring division
To the homes
I see your hooves
See your horns


6. EMOTIONAL WASTELAND

Economic welfare
The only goal that’s out there
Spiritual starvation
No more quest for salvation

The individual above all
No-one else matters no more
The ego in the centre
Bonds are growing weaker

Bored faces, numb souls
Hearts grow stone cold
No compassion, no friends
Emotional wasteland

Cheap entertainment
The industry’s purpose
No deep emotions
Scratching the soul’s surface

Bored faces, numb souls
Hearts grow stone cold
No compassion, no friends
Emotional wasteland


7. LUST FOR POWER

Uncontrolled
Ambitions
An unfulfilled desire
In the heart

High, higher, highest
But still not high enough
That commanding voice in your ear
Keeps urging you to move

You will have no rest
After achieving a goal
You want more and when you’ve got it
You want even more

Lust for power and control
Consuming you
Your insides are on fire
The flames eat you up

That voice in your ear
Is never shutting up
On your quest for power
You must never stop


8. AGORAPHOBIA

Voluntarily chosen
To live between close walls
A decision induced by
The fear of losing control

Never leave the comfort zone
Settled in the safe haven
The result is a distorted view
On the world we live in

Fear of losing control


9. PROPHET OF YOU

You speak again
You’re wrong again

You clearly haven’t
Learned anything
From the mistakes
And failures of the past

Prophet of you
Prophet of self-declared truth
Words from your mouth
Words so easy to see through

My ears got tired
Of your lies
My eyes got weary
Of watching you fail

Prophet of you
Prophet of self-declared truth
Words from your mouth
Words so easy to see through

You’re on stage again
The show must go on
The same old routine
The old formula again
I have seen this too many times
And I’m not impressed any more


10. COMPRESSIVE ASPHYXIA

Gazing into lifeless, unblinking eyes
Paralyzed, under a hypnotic spell
All the life is slowly going away
Lungs collapsing in a fatal embrace

Morbid curiosity opened the door
A harmless looking game gone terribly wrong

The embrace of the constrictor gets tighter and tighter
Terrified to see it has taken over control

Some doors should stay closed, some boxes never opened
Some secrets should stay unrevealed, some curtains undrawn

The cork has been pulled, the bottle opened
The ghost got out and now it’s after you

Now it is clear where the mistake was made
With weakening breath pray it’s not too late


11. CONTEMPORARY IDOLATRY

Masses worship the idols
Of modern day
Glittering celebrities
Of fortune and fame

Carefully thought out images
Projected on big screens
Prophets of false beauty
Distorting expectations and goals

Seduced by nonexistent
Creatures
Manipulated by invisible
Instructors

Carefully thought out scenes
Inducing calculated reactions
Prophets of the ungenuinity
Counterfeiting real values


12. OSTRICH EFFECT

You see what’s going on
But you choose to close your eyes
Turn your head and walk away
Leave the scene of the crime

Act as nothing happened here
Nothing at all
It’s none of your business
Everyone has their own

Avert your eyes
Shut your ears
Put on a mask
With an artificial smile

See no evil, hear no evil
Bury your head in the sand
You see what’s going on
But you choose to deny the facts

Why change reality
While you can still pretend
That everything is fine
And goes as it was planned

Avert your eyes
Shut your ears
Put on a mask
With an artificial smile

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