1. 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
They're all symptoms of your fall

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 thought 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

Your system is chocking and you with it
They're all symptoms of your fall
Progress is death and death is progress
Your death; progress through your death

We all witness, on and on, your self 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
They're all symptoms of your fall
Progress is death
Progress : your death
Progress
We'll all progress through your death


2. 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 you 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


3. 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 all lust
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
Cause 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 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
And so we create this monster to our image
We can relate in order to forgive
The unforgivable and perpetuate

From sheep to wolf

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

And your hope will lead you nowhere
Cause your hope is an act of faith
A faith in a fairy tale
A faith that serves them well

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
And so we create this monster to our image
We can relate in order to forgive the unforgivable and perpetuate
And your hope will lead you nowhere
Cause your hope is an act of faith
A faith in a fairy tale
A faith that serves them well


5. IT

It starts as a simple thought and grows, eats you alive
You choke and you spit but you can't get the 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
It's a race against time, it's a fight you can't win
You should know by now it is with you until the end

And I'm breaking free from this
And I'm breaking free from this
Sinking rock
And gasp for air

And all the pacified fools waiting for...
Waiting for death as their deliverance

One step towards the end, seizing every moment


6. 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

All your demons outnumbered by voices
Impure and outnumbered

Sitting in the dark, hearing voices. Voice of reason ? Voices you know. Voice of truth ?
The danger in searching for a brighter light
Is to find one where there is none
Your so called impure thoughts you have
Is nothing but proof you're alive

All your demons outnumbered by voices
Impure and outnumbered

The danger in searching for a brighter light
Is to find one where there is none
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


7. INCONGRUOUS

(Instrumental)


8. PEDESTRAL

Dying on your pedestal, alone
aside from the rest of the world
A pedestal they built for you
Your intentions remained intentions

And your art is a product of mass consumption
Benefiting some through the sale of plastic
Manufacturing a sound they can dance to
The illusion of a rebellion and you play along

For the record; you're useless
For the record ; insignificant
For the record; you're futile
For the record ; you think you're special ;
You're not you're nothing but a commodity
Nothing

You think you wrote a page of history ; it's false
Your actions are based on selfishness

For the record you're useless
For the record ; you're insignificant
For the record, you're futile
For the record ; you think you're special ; you're not
There is a thousand just like you out there

Dying on your pedestal, alone
Aside from the rest of the world
A pedestal they built for you
Your intentions remained intentions and nothing else
Nothing


9. GRIEF

Oh, and this is also life
Worshiping imperfection and no one ever answers

Young innocent, only a child, your first born taken from you

Oh, and this is also life
Followed the commandments and now betrayed by your God
Oh, and this is also life
Lived your life by the book and now betrayed by your God

Worshiping imperfection
And no one ever answers

Begging the sky but nothing happens
Why would he have let you down ?
God of mercy now seems to you
Like nothing but a bringer of pain and imperfection
Begging for nothing
Worshiping imperfection

Oh, and this is also life
Oh, and this is also life

And she can't explain herself why her son was taken
She begs the sky to give him back but no one ever answers back


10. DAMAGES

It's the tragic story of a crawling humanity
Imprisoned by its culture
A culture of faith, a culture of pain
And hate of the other for religious reasons
We based our lives on this war
The speech they have and preach have stopped our progress
For a thousand years

Arrested development
Arrested development

Whether the war is real or fake, damages are real
Perpetuate a false concept to protect our obsolete culture
Bringing in the pain, in diverse ways and format
Restricting your intellect.
A culture of faith, a culture of pain

It's a plague, a cancer of the mind, of us all, arrested development
A crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture

Not just the hate we perpetuate
It's not just the restrictions we impose ourselves
It's not just the false paradise we describe
It's the work left undone
It's the progress delayed

Whether the war is real or fake, damages are real
Perpetuate a false concept to protect out obsolete culture

It's the tragic story of a crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture
A culture of faith, a culture of pain and hate of the other for religious reasons
We based our lives on this war
The speech they have and preach have stopped our progress for a thousand years

Not just the hate we perpetuate
It's not just the restrictions we impose ourselves
It's not just the false paradise we describe
It's the work left undone, it's the progress delayed
It's not just the kill count we accumulate

It's the tragic story of a crawling humanity
Imprisoned by its culture
A culture of faith, a culture of pain and hate of the other for religious reasons
We based our lives on this war
The speech they have and preach have stopped our progress
For a thousand years
Bringing in the pain, in diverse ways and format
Restricting your intellect.
A culture of faith, a culture of pain
It's a plague, a cancer of the mind,
Of us all, arrested development
A crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture
Sharper than a razor blade, tighter than your chastity belt
Sicker than your honor crime
It's the premature death of your mind...


11. UNHEARD

Can you hear the silence
We fill this room with ?
These are the noises you will never make
The melody for a deaf audience

And I feel so naive to have believed
In you and your so-called innocence
I was wrong

These are the thoughts you'll fight forever

Can you hear the silence ?
Can you hear the silence and your comforting passivity ?

These are the words you'll never hear
The message you will never get
Wasting what is left,
Spitting my blood to the face of humanity
Wasting what is left, I said it before and I'll say it again

And I feel so naive to have believed
In you and your so-called innocence
I was wrong
Trying so hard to reach you ; all in vain
Useless
Wasting my time on your polluted mind

These are the noises you'll never make
The melody for a deaf audience
Comforting yourself in a passivity
The revolt you will never endorse

In the end, I said if before and I'll say it again :
We're better off dead