Construcdead - The Grand Machinery lyrics
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Tracks 02. A Cog In The Machinery
03. Lustfull 04. In A Moment Of Sobriety 05. 8 Inches Of Flesh 06. The Cynical Revolution 07. Treachery 08. The Eye Of Revelation 09. Pater Noster 10. Rusty Armour 12. Hatelist 02. A Cog In The Machinery
No choice, we''re forced into it
Education will not get you there So easy, exploit us to Fit the convention We work for, their causes Unknown to all of us Stand in line, kiss their fifty feet Broken spine The aroma filled with grief Taste so neat Freedom under convention Painstruck, into infinity Recollect, the pieces And glue them, together We''re just a small cog in a Grand machinery Stand in line, kiss their fifty feet Broken spine Put a spin on the commercial Wheel and start to steal Force fed, by society A manual to a grand failure The rules of the game must be Learn or else you will soon see That being born is not more Than accept that you''re FUBAR''d Stand in line, kiss their fifty feet Broken spine The aroma filled with grief Taste so neat 03. Lustfull
98% of life is pure discomfort
Laways on the lockout for Mind altering spectables I try to move I try to hide But my hands are tied up No way I''ll improve Got to keep up my delirium Got to keep m nihilistic Way of life true Force my hands Through the mist First priority As a clench my fists I try to breathe I try to feel But my hands are tied No way I''ll improve Got to keep up my delirium Got to keep m nihilistic Way of life true That''s the last of me you''ve Got it in your pain Your safe surroundings Bores me to death I''m blessed with the Art of self implotion My fuse burns faster That even before My - fuse - burns - faster Drenched in hypedermic Lustfull sensation That nowadays seldom come 04. In A Moment Of Sobriety
Can the corrosive acid fade away?
That stripped me clean From all humanity In a moment of sobriety A minute window of pure insanity To protect myself I don''t trust anyone Without placing faith Or belief in anything Like self ignition That burning my skin I will reload, and finally win In a moment of sobriety A minute window of pure insanity It all seems so clear to me I had to shed my skin in disbelief Purge my emotions and Feel every extreme Throw myself of a cliff To feel something Drain my system Break my monotomy The only thing worse than a lie Is a lie exposed In a moment of sobriety A minute window of pure insanity It all seems so clear to me Now is the debased Demoralized Degenerated me dead! This conclude my fate!!! 05. 8 Inches Of Flesh
I''ll focus my hate
And my contempt These freakshow will never end I wish to cut the strings I want to release the pain Decline an unbringing which I recent Alienated from the truth I know In dreams of flesh, I reject I resent thou I wish to confess I wish to repent I wish to reverse Rewind and curse Sick I''ll bow Sick I''ll kneel Pick your enemy kill, and Sick I''ll neal Two days in hell Will make us dwell The stench of sickness Is all around us Every handle reeks I''m filled with grief The emotions won''t come to an ease Reverse rewind and curse Allienated from the truth I know In dreams of flesh, I reject thou I have biting the hands That feed me I have been forced To betrayal, to deny you I wish to confess I wish to repent I wish to reverse Rewind and curse Sick I''ll bow Sick I''ll kneel Pick your enemy kill, and Sick I''ll neal I have seen my own death It helped me appreciate life less I''ve seen my life in dreams It helped me realize I''m blessed ...eight inches of flesh I''m the sheperd you''re my sheeps I will lead you to the river and I will show you how to drown Allienated from the truth I know In dreams of flesh, I reject thou I have biting the hands That feed me I have been forced To betrayal, to deny you I wish to confess I wish to repent I wish to reverse Rewind and curse Sick I''ll bow Sick I''ll kneel Pick your enemy kill, and Sick I''ll neal 06. The Cynical Revolution
Equipped with all the necessary tools
Information important to us Let''s rewrite a new set of rules To get rid of human fools The cynical revolution Unable to find a resolution The cynical revolution Unable to find absolution We are like a puppet on a string The call for retribution is here But what can be done When we''re all born in sin Til... we find our truth within The cynical revolution Unable to find a resolution The cynical revolution Unable to find absolution Hear it, a call for a revolution Sense it, a call for a revolution Now is the debased Demoralized Degenerated me dead! This conclude my fate!!! 07. Treachery
I''ve got a huge burden on my back
I watch it swell and sag me down I stay awake and watch the ECG curve remain flat No more belief in destiny, all because I resent that Treachery, don''t say the words Affectionly, I stroke the naked curves How do I seal my fate, fast enough To create the rebirth of hate? Treachery, don''t say the words Affectionly, I stroke the naked curves My enthuasism seems to fade away real slowly The ordinary life seems blank and My will to live is gone A while ago I used to think that life was holy Embrace yourself cause the fact is We all die slowly Treachery, don''t say the words Affectionly, I stroke the naked curves 08. The Eye Of Revelation
Chiefs of Aries, Jupiter and Saturn, God Eternal what changes
After a long century the evil times return The Antichrist will soon annihilate three countries The war he will wage will last twenty seven years Opponents will beput to death and prisoners deported Blood from bodies will redden the water The land will be riddled with blows Mars threatens us with his warlike strength Sevently times will he caused blood to flow Fall and ruin of the clergy and more for those Who will wish to understand nothing from them The scythe joined to the pond towards Sagittarius at the height of it''s ascendant Plague, famine, death by military land The century approaches it''s renewal For forty years the Iris will not appear For 40 years it will be seen every day The arid earth will grow drier and Great floods when it will appear 09. Pater Noster
Now is the time for transparent fiction
On the surface, looks like a map of desription A new reality will reveal itself We''re on the verge to a new paradigm It''s a new age filled with uncertain paths I''m feeling lost in the sublime Pater Noster - reign no more Pater Noster - commence the row big to grasp, so true to hear But be sure... it''s coming... the ending is near I would like to say I sympatize Mankind will act so paralyzed A holy instrument, divine experiment We''re so tempted to fail... but... armageddon we must hail! Pater Noster - reign no more Pater Noster - commence the row Pater Noster - reign no more Pater Noster - commence the row So big to grasp, so true to hear But be sure... it''s coming... the ending is near 10. Rusty Armour
There''s something cold and bleak
Behind that smile, that''s shining through You sense it when she''s walking next to you Her mouth a simple cut when words Flows out, a blabbermouth She''s very close to make her dreams come true She''s looking perfect unless you Scratch the surface, or punch a hole She is a sample from the TV breed Let''s penetrate the rusty armour I won''t loose to her conventions I don''t care to her credentials In her reality, there''s nothing That''s surreal, obscene She has become her selfmade Drama queen Let''s penetrate the rusty armour Grind it down to the meaningless I won''t loose to her conventions I don''t care to her credentials The lifestyle she represents has Nothing to do with us It''s just the image of the image That''s selling itself The concept is to be exposed And to live exposed to society''s Arbitrariness, without any regrets Except the regret of not being exposed Trust has no meaning in this reality Except as a tool to misuse In order to get advantage Over your surroundings Friends are nonexistent Allies is all Trust none Fuck all There''s something cold and bleak Behind that smile, that''s shining through You sense it when she''s walking next to you She''s looking perfect unless you Scratch the surface, or punch a hole She is a sample from the TV breed Let''s penetrate the rusty armour Grind it down to the meaningless Let''s penetrate the fragile armour Expose her inner self 12. Hatelist
I''m the one that gonna fuck you up
Fuck, you qualified! You made it up to the top spot Feel honoured, you fucking fuck! A great advance from a former friend You fucking backstabber Spawned in rest, meet my gun I promise I will only use my fists Call me messiah and I will respond The feeling ofnumbness, for a restless man You'' re like the plague I will get my revenge until I get some rest Spawned in rest, meet my gun You''re ¹1 on my hatelist You qualified, you fuck I will be the sickest cyst You ever had to your back Your insults craves for attention I won''t put a halt to my shitstorm Dedicated especially for you, you fuck! Your appearance make me sick You''re ¹1 on my hatelist You qualified, you fuck After careful consideration The board have come to an anonymous decision That your case isn''t worth either the time Nor the effort of such hatred described Previously in this song |