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Transmission Pole
03:27
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lineup of towers as far as the eye goes
in copy paste image, the horizon unfolds
the heart of a system it solely sustains
pumping power like blood in our veins
dispatch always rising, to satisfy research
pushing us further towards the edge
from overloaded sensors to signal distort
to chain malfunction and system abort
blackout! the power runs out!
transmissions end, as the poles shut down
the sensory bombardment seems to never end
oblivious to our addiction, the fate it impends
in surface it appears we evolve
different outlook, identical resolve
now our machines won’t work anymore
civilisation has gone out the door
with empty prayers pleading, cowering in defeat
lost in defeat, lost in static
blackout! the power runs out!
transmissions end, as the poles shut down
blackout! the lights go out!
transmission pole!
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2. |
The Retreat
01:31
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the last of the before
conspire behind locked doors
berated and condemned
we’ll fight on to the very end
sanity is a luxury that’s left far behind
cerebral isolation, grinds down the mind
constant opposition, constant adversity
to all that remains true, to all that matters in the end
the retreat becomes swift, the situation worsens
the gamble is lost, and down falls the curtain
the last of the before
conspired behind locked doors
berated and condemned
we fought on to the very end
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3. |
Lost Signal
01:56
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lost in static the last signals fade out
through broken transmission poles
the warning signs never shown on monitors
on monitors and TV screens
and the signal’s lost, undetected
there goes the warning before the collapse
impotent people gabbing bullshit advice
as we are reduced to nothing
bloated air waves filling already bloated minds
turning lives into stomachs that have to throw up
and as the drums of inner war keep pummelling
louder and harder with every single beat
we all we march steadily toward defeat, defeat
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4. |
No Response
04:29
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just around every corner life eternal might welcome my soul
but i only think of the future, never reap what i sow
anxiety has become nature, it’s all i’ve ever known
living life for tomorrow but today so alone
i’ve reduced my life to zero trying to accept i have to let things resolve on their own
to endure the pain, to suffer the loss, to live life in silence, getting no response
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5. |
Terminal Illness
02:16
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a hospice reality
a medicine given and taken
in exact doses to ensure a life
confined in comfort and fear
and the mirror always judges (laughs at) you
as you pop another pill
as you slowly accept the fate of being terminally ill
contemplating on what could have been
as you sit and wait for the reaper
to come for you, relieve you from your conscience
a hospice reality, this is the sad path i have chosen
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6. |
Behind Locked Doors
02:48
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plotting deep in the shadows
demons from the past, all under chain command
draw circles and shift shapes all in perfect order
to lure you into their trap and push you off the border
going by a different name
yet one and the same
invading your rooms in nighttime
haunting your soul and your brain
behind locked doors and passwords
experts deliver updated reports
on dumbed down fools, who target wooden statues
with a stick in hand, and their mind in the trash can
going by a different name
yet one and the same
you plan your life in accordance
you play right into their game
standing attention
marching in line
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7. |
The Signal Of The End
02:52
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peace is shattered by a declaration of war, of my own war
there’s anger burning in my soul, and i can’t take it anymore
to hear the voices laughing, as i fall through another trapdoor
the boiling screaming from within, i can’t ignore, i won’t ignore
staring deep into the void until it starts to stare back
right in the face of all those who ramble about science and fact
confronted with the dilemma of no future, or one that’s painted black
the inevitable loss of all options
the glare of the abyss, the anxiety attack
the signal of the end, the end of days
the final collapse of decadent ways
the never-ending war, from deep inside
the seizure of control, the turn of the tide
and with the death of the present returns a long lost hope
i hold dear to my heart, gives me strength to cope
that i’ll be no more the hunted
i’ll be no more the prey
i’ll be no more the scapegoat
for the frauds, the liars and the world of today
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Terminal Station
02:32
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screeching sounds signal the departure
of the last train bound north
a frail looking man steps on to the last car
of the last train bound north
following the voices
echoing from the snow
a grey apparition shapes up on a window
of the last train bound north
speaking in tongues it reveals ancient truths
to the last man bound north
north to the terminal station
north north north
no trace of light disturbs the fog
at the terminal station
no trace of life disturbs the silence
at the terminal station
only the ones hearing the voices
will be entering the gates
last man on earth at the terminal
terminally ill at the terminal
last man on earth at the terminal station
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The Burden
00:18
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yet another day, put down by misery
yet another week, leading towards despair
yet another tool, into which i seek epiphany
yet another fool, for me not to compare myself, no shame, i am insane
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10. |
Barricaded Windows
01:13
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barricaded windows
fragments of glass
ruined landscapes
empires collapse
ashes to ashes
dust to dust to dust
signalling our defeat
at the hands of the enemy
led into blind alleys
and garden paths
through lifeless, abandoned
industrial plants
all scattered reminders
of glories from our past
earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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11. |
Trapdoor
01:54
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a bastard society with bastard people
who stab me in the back every single day
fall through yet another trapdoor
the cycle seems to never end
and everybody laughs as i fall in the trap again
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12. |
Offers & Loans
04:45
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ghostly figures
fade away, turn into stone
while hollow, people
stand in line, waiting for offers
offers, guarding,
the web of schemes that takes up your time
offers, loaning
temporary happiness in exchange for your life
taking all they offer, volunteer to suffer
pay for the rest of your life, repay!
and when you find the will to change your mind
there’s no way out
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Terminal Records
Terminal Records is a hardcore/punk record label from Kifisia, Greece
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