1. WAR OF THE LIVING

Born into a world of machines and apathy
Never taught to have enough
Made to Homo Ignorans
They absorb their mother's milk
Leaving her drained to die

They didn't think about earth's force
In their all cold calculations
So mankind got overwhelmed
By its mother herself
And remaining life stroke back

Through a struggle against our planet
In a war with Mother Earth
A crying choir fed by flames
Burning flesh from our bones
Not even memories remain

The human parasite had the choice
To throw away its selfmade crown
And coexist with its host
Or to go down, with the blessing taken
And choke on its own greed

Through a struggle against our planet
Father Life just turns away
A crying choir fed by flames
Tearing bodies, limg from limb
Not even memories remain

The decision was made
Our world is burning
We will perish
In a war of the living

Only a few bugs survived

Through a struggle against our planet
Stepfather Death opens his arms
A crying choir fed by flames
Melting our souls away
Not even memories remain


2. THE RUMINANT

Your eyes unclose
Still you stay blind
To tolerate the daily grind
But secretly
Don't you deplore
To chew what you threw up before?

Sometimes it's hard to say
Another day of gray on gray?
The choice is yours
To end submission
And break the rules
The rules of repitition

Your spirit 's frail
Your eyelids tire
The hours pass, so bleak, so dire
Your veins run dry
Your heart feels hollow
Spit out what you were forced to swallow!

When your path ends in a close, don't follow!

Sometimes it's hard to say
Another day of gray on gray?
The choice is yours
To end submission
And break the rules
The rules of repitition

Sometimes it's hard to stand
The void we cannot comprehend
This life is yours
Though incomplete
So break the rules
Or listen and repeat


3. BEDSORE

The spirit flows as you lay down
Your only place of comfort
And steadily they re-emerge
Those questions you have wondered

Why
Am I
Blind
To the minor things in life?

Why
Am I?

You close your eyes, observe your thoughts
And cultivate the sorrow
A shard of mind must die inside
The shadows of tommorow

You seek the past
So meaningless today
The memories left
Breed yearning and decay

The burden of this world
Inflicts a constant pain
Your spine disables you to glean
The chances on your way

Why am I here?
Virtue without recompense
A pseudosphere
Necrosis to the conscience

Why
Am I?

Regrettably it seems not right
To set yourself a sense in life
A wasted heap of hours
By gloom you are devoured

You seek the past
So meaningless today
The memories left
Breed yearning and decay

The burden of this world
Inflicts a constant pain
Your spine disables you to glean
The chances on your way

Why
Am I?

You seek the past
So meaningless today
The memories lost
A valley not to stay

The burden of this world
Inflicts a constant pain
Your limbs are numb, so is your heart
These circumstances
Leave no chance
For you to get back on your way


4. THE AFTERMATH (WAR OF THE LIVING: EPILOGUE)

(Instrumental)