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You just wanted to get ahead in these troubled times
A small price for your betterment, pay no mind
We just wanted a place to sleep, to eat, and shelter
Fuck us over for your own gain
Throw us underneath
All we wanted was happiness, to be loved
Crushed by life with no end in sight nor above
Thrown underneath again and left there to die
Human life is not of worth in the eyes of sociopaths
Why must I lie, fight, or die for them to abuse?
I won’t be used again
I’m a slave to no one
All that think that they’ve played me are the pawns in my game
No more puppetry, cut the strings
Retaliate against those I hate, until that day I wait
From the underneath
Human life is not of worth in the eyes of sociopaths
Why must I lie, fight, or die for them?
I won’t lie, fight, or die for them to abuse
Not anymore
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Humanity
03:04
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Look at all these people doing their best to feel alive
Flushing money into good times all the while they are scraping by
I don’t blame them, but I’m not them
They numb the pain with excess but this cycle is relentless
The race is rigged but these people don’t care
They love the nightclubs, hotel rooms and thin air
In the end, I’m not so different, we’re all just dying inside
But I’ve already died
Some take photos, helps look like they belong
Buy a drink and strike up conversation
Dance with strangers, make new friends hope they stay
Fight existential decay
People just want bright lights, a good fuck, loud music, faded vision
Give them that, problems go away
Fucking planet’s dying, might as well just enjoy today
But I loathe this game
There’s too many bodies in here, and yet no one is here at all
At the heart of man is a void, if it isn’t filled, life it destroys
Sociophobia takes its toll
Devastates, isolates my mind above all
(You’re not human, and you will never be)
Why do I look at all these people doing their best to feel alive?
Flushing money into good times all the while they are scraping by
I don’t blame them, but I’m not them
I’m not like them, I am not them
Keep up the charade, smile and laugh like I’m alive
Ask myself why I’m not at home where I might suffer alone
Why is everybody vacant?
Where is everyone’s humanity?
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Alone
05:09
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You haunt my sleep from time to time
Haunt my memories but I want mine all for myself
So please stay away from me
I’m not sure I could bear to lose you
Stay out of my head
And though people act like they love you, they never do
Now go and know there’s no one there for you
Where do we go? And no, there’s no one there but you
So please stay away from me
I’m not sure I could bear to lose you all over again
And so, though you act like you love them, it’s never true
Now go and know there’s no one there for you
Where do we go? And no, there’s no one there but you
No trust, I must bring my own
Trust that I deserve love
And now I am alone
No more suffering
I exist for my own needs
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Awaken the Beast
05:00
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They say I don’t deserve to be here in a drunken rage
I never asked to be near this constant hate that I face
Condemned for wearing skin darker, not what lies within
They say I don’t deserve to be here, that I should leave this place
I never asked to be here, this constant fate that I hate
Condemned for speaking my native tongue among them
And my own don’t understand what I feel
I exist in the in-between of worlds all alone
They don’t know what I am, just that I am not one of them
And my own will never know, how I suffer silently
I am never at home, even amongst my own
As far back as I can recall I’ve felt the very sight of me
Awakens the beast
They refuse to shake my hand for the way I dress
As though through that they understand that I am worth less
Their eyes, they violate I and those with me
They refuse to accept my service for the way I appear
As though it would make the others nervous just by having me near
Their eyes, discriminate I and those like me
And my own don’t understand what I feel
I exist in the in-between of worlds all alone
They don’t know what I am, just that I am not one of them
And my own will never know, how I suffer silently
I am never at home, even amongst my own
As far back as I can recall I’ve known the very sight of me
Awakens the beast
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White Wolf
04:04
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Ripped back into another fucking nightmare
Awake paralysis grinds my mind into despair
I keep on wishing that life were just a nightmare
I don’t think that I can bear this anymore
Driven insane by the boredoms and frustrations of my daily half-life
My path, at times it obfuscates, yet I know what I must do
Escape the oppressive prison state of this untrue existence
I’m told there’s two wolves in us, he who feeds must let the right one out
My path, at times it obfuscates, yet I know what I must do
Escape the oppressive prison state of this untrue existence
My slumber is wracked by mirage; a world that’s fairer
I rather that than the illusion of mortal terror
Give me respite from the tortures and frustrations of my daily half-life
My path, at times it obfuscates, yet I know what I must do
Escape the oppressive prison state of this untrue existence
In dreams I am awake, indeed, nothing’s at stake
We will never make that mistake, there’s nothing else
The white wolf is but a myth, for to console those in crisis
This mind of mine knows not this bliss, just drifting into the abyss
And I am told there’s two wolves in us, he who feeds must let the right one out
My path, at times it obfuscates, yet I know what I must do
Escape the oppressive prison state of this untrue existence
Ripped back into another fucking nightmare
Awake paralysis grinds my mind into despair
I keep on wishing that life were just a nightmare
I can’t take it anymore
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Toxin
04:40
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Three shots in the back. The killer white, in blue, the young victim black
The fucking pig was acquitted, what kind of god could justify that?
And fifty dead in the mosques, a different way but to the same god they pray
The perpetrator was sick, white-power politicians pull the same trick
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, and when they pass, what am I supposed to do?
And where the fuck is god in these times? There is no law, they get away with these crimes
These awful things happen to those who deserve better and nobody cares
What am I supposed to do in these times? I know the problem, but a way I can’t find
Upset with myself for not knowing how to respond to these agonies
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, what can I do but shut myself in?
I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate
This toxin must evaporate
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, am I complicit? Am I selfish? What am I supposed to do?
Where the fuck is god while they pray? Fake benevolent groups profit from this day
Espousing kindness, turn their backs on all other plight and nobody knows
What am I supposed to do, think, or say? I have no answers; I stay out of the way
Beside myself for what seems like an eternity while I melt away
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, what can I do but shut myself in?
I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate
This toxin must evaporate
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, this world is filled with toxin
I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate
This toxin must evaporate
There’s too many tragedies to mourn, am I complicit? Am I selfish? What am I supposed to do?
Toxin; what am I supposed to do?
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7. |
Pitch-Black
06:05
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My psyche’s snapped, from wounds too deep to dress and wrap
I’ve lost my mind to abuse
This war-torn mind is vacant
No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind
There are no more ways to hurt me
No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room
All hail our lord and savior solitude
My memories keep on fading as dementia wipes out my life
This war-torn mind is vacant
No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind
There are no more ways to hurt me
No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room
All hail our lord and savior solitude
A silent, unseen metamorphosis; I am not who they think I am
This shell is cold, an empty husk free from the illusions of pain and joy
There’s pitch-black in me
This war-torn mind is vacant
There are no more ways to hurt me
No one will ever find me
All hail our lord and savior solitude
This war-torn mind is vacant
No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind
There are no more ways to hurt me
No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room
All hail our lord and savior solitude
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I was once a man, now I am nothing at all
When the lights go out on me, I can hear them call
I’ve done my best to keep this fire from going out
And yet I know just how this game will end without a doubt
The shadows encroaching now, they seal my fate, suffer devout
Extinguishing flame, they call my name yet do not shout
I’m drawn to death in shame, I do not care, not anymore
I can’t escape this pain, tendrils ensnare, this darkness feels alive
I don’t know why I feel so sick or why lethargy rots me
My carnal instincts terminate and this carcass loses weight
Erosion of the will
Loved ones say they worry still
I do not care, I burn away
I was once a man, now I am nothing at all
When the sun has set on me, I can hear them call
I’ve done my best to keep this fire from going out
And yet I know just how this game will end without a doubt
The shadows encroaching now, they seal my fate, suffer devout
Extinguishing flame, they call my name yet do not shout
I’m drawn to death in shame, I do not care, not anymore
I can’t escape this pain, tendrils ensnare, this darkness feels alive
This darkness feels alive
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9. |
Araucaria (Instrumental)
03:58
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No love
No stability
No sleep at night
No sympathy
All the things that you have lost make your life no less replete, you will never forget how it felt
It will always be a part of you, the lifetime that you’ve lost
It was never really gone, it just lost its form
No compromise
No complacency
No self-pity
Know that you are still whole, tempered and reconfigured,
they soothe us with sweet lies of light at the end
Your tenebrosity will save you, the way it slowly burns gives you time to accept the truth
After all else is lost you are still here
All this pain will not be for naught, what it made is stronger than you thought you’d be
This pain will not be for naught, what it made shall remain forever
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[Awká]
Fill tüfachi kutxanpüzalayay
Fey ñi zeumayeael ta zoy newen rakizuamafuy mew
Tüfachi kutranpüzalayay
Fey ñi zeumayeael müleay ta rumel mew
Tüfachi kutxan
Tüfachi kutxanpüzalayay
Fey ñi zeumayeael ta wefuay mew
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No fear
No regrets
No one else
Just me
Here we are at the end and yet nothing has changed, a snapped mind that has mended yet same circumstance
We will not be a victim, not now nor evermore
Reach out for retribution and take it by force
All this pain will not be for naught, what it made is stronger than you thought you’d be
This pain will not be for naught, what it made shall be made manifest
Made manifest
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Overtoun Santiago, Chile
Metal Band formed by Yoav Ruiz-Feingold, Matías Bahamondes, Matías Salas and Agustín Lobo. Creating a new form of music influenced by Thrash, Death and Latin music, they are also building a new metal scene full of youth, passion and energy.
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