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1. |
Realities Collide
05:46
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Realities Collide.
Do you realize you hate me cause I hate you too,
It’s this environment that helps us keep hate,
And in our rat race that’s we are meant to do,
Love it’s just the counterpart,
Of the feeling that is our guide,
Just one decision there to take,
And is, how to hate everyone,
And now, I know it looks so simple,
Our will influenced by,
The venom of this world, just floods our hearts,
How come, is in every person,
Every reality and every soul,
The purest of hearts is corroded by the feel
That rules this world.
So our hate slithers like snakes, mirrors out,
As interactions take place, no tolerance to nothing,
As it furious bites numbs reason, and kills it all,
The thing we get from hating, is just that inner poison,
Taking us high to throw us, to burn in flames
The liberating feel, the need of retribution,
Throw out the first stone to retrieve,
So blended and unheard,
Just trying to get a voice out,
Sea of opinions toxic waste .
And this enslaving feel, the need of retribution,
Throw out the first stone to retrieve,
So blinded and unheard,
Just screaming out to no one,
An only voice needs to reclaim
Some love, that sounds very utopical
And is hard to grow,
Our tolerance may help us, as it is shown,
After all that is our savior, the same one for us all,
But with different realities, as they collide,
We have our world.
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Elegant Lust
05:57
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Elegant Lust.
Have you ever wondered what was there to blame?
Those hands that are grasping and choking us down,
Inside every level of society, in different realities, that we all see,
There’s one puppet master that sits in his chair
Swaying our destinies!
With war of ideas used only to sell
Reality’s different and never so well,
If searching utopias that where lost in time
It’s been demonstrated it is just a crime
For trampled majorities in society,
There’s only one history, and:
“lies are sometimes threatening stories that serve as teaching guidelines”
Greed, is pushing everyone
Lust, a driving force
As the two sick the ones that wield power,
It rots good intentions, it turns it all into
Hate, and every form of
Disgust, reflecting in all the
Trust, bestowed upon redemption
Hidden agendas, transform everything that was,
Inside their utopical ideas, nevermore.
Elegant Lust is the fuel to this game,
Where there’s no justice and all history,
Let them all come to me, as I am among them,
Let them all fear me, as I am inside them,
Because I just opiate them all.
Those hands, that grasp us and don’t have a name
The greed, that conquers the purest of hearts
The soul, of this game is always the same
There’s always a hunter, crowned by the prey
Amongst everyone, Inside everything
Our war torn histories that always repeat,
In different environments with the same heat,
The search for the fortune, the ecstasy of gold,
The need of all power, the need of control,
When peace is achieved then the deal is strucked
Remains only prisoners and victors with spoils
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3. |
Crossroads Song
05:48
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Crossroad Song
Sometimes there’s a Labyrinth, where we find ourselves,
Shows as a trial with an enclosed lesson,
If I were to say, that life is about this: a curse is cast upon the need to learn,
So we evolve as we trample those same stones again,
The same emotions that evoke the memories,
I know is like a myth, but it lives within, it weights a ton it’s a ball and chain,
If we could avoid it, would it make sense that there is always cowardice
Where there is pain,
So we evolve as we trample those same stones again,
The same trials that evoke the memories,
Because they just return, time and time again
And the way we face our demons as the trials they present,
Trials where we love, trials where we hate, and where we lost,
Voice of the gods, Karmatic Hands, weaving the tests in which we fall in.
Sometimes we remember that, we have just been there,
Facing the trial as it starts again
At different places, with different persons,
Our demons come to meet us face to face
And we evolve falling over the same stones again,
Sysiphean until the rock reaches the summit not to fall again,
It gives us grace, it’s just the exit to one labyrinth
But out of one, into another, to drop the burdens that our shoulders carry
Our destinies, Our victories, will I be seeing you again?
So they always come, time and time again,
And so the solution we find makes the person so they say,
Trials where we gain, trials where we win, learning by,
Voice of the gods, Kamatic hands, weaving the fates, as we fall within
Not completed, longing to repeat, ceasing as we break it’s curse
Closing the task
Paths that crosses, Crossroads that we take, Labyrinths we fall in
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4. |
God I've Found
05:22
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God I’ve Found
The myth that is behind our call,
For our beliefs and convictions,
Spiritual beings that are we all,
That found a guide in,
Of conquerors, to colonize us,
With beliefs, not from our skies,
So to grind, a cult in our hearts,
Of their god, for us to then accept and praise,
So across the world it spreaded, as a method of control,
Sell a god with many faces, just make sure that no one knows.
Teach the ways of a religion, never practice what you preach,
Making sure that all will follow, bowing quietly to their knees.
With the sight of condemnation, that awaits them when they die,
No instincts are left to follow, but the rules that they abide.
For an afterlife of treasures, after a lifetime they’ll scorn,
There by means of god accepted, with a face they’ll never know.
Gods we invent, and crave in stone, to pray into them,
Gods, that fool you, as some get you, to pray into their gods.
The answer that is to it all,
Is always inside of us all,
But if you need an explanation,
Never look out to,
Conquerors, to colonize us,
With beliefs, for everyone and,
Because you always need just,
One thing to have inside your heart to confort you.
And so this is just confusion, as in something we need to,
Believe to comfort the spirit, as the mystery comes true.
But if it came to choose religions, to arrive into the truth,
It’ll be like running in circles in circles, with a changing landscape to.
Never fall in desolation, if you ask up to the skies,
There’s no answer to the question, there’s no comfort in your heart
Because if there is a treasure, after a life that you’ll scorn,
Is believing into something with a face that can be known.
Gods we invent, and crave in stone, to pray into them,
Gods, that fool you, as some get you, to pray into their gods.
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5. |
Modern Grial
05:04
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Modern Grial
Spirituality is stuck in ideas
Used against who gives devotion
A powerful weapon by the name of sin
To upset creators and to be condemned within
Part of this modern grail named who’s got the most devoted?
Her name is religion her goal is salvation
Redemption as slavery to dominate!
Disconnection, Disconnection, Disconnection from Reality.
So let us sink inside the mistery, who wants to choose the face of god?
In the debate that marks our history, older than time but unresolved
Even with all this knowledge, we know nothing at all.
The only thing that there’s to all, to every question,
One answer comes,
To every answer one more doubt.
Our relative truth within our endless cycle, our search goes on,
For no salvation.
Lies,
Spirituality as our disgrace, is how we feel it’s menace
over our necks like
A damocle’s sword threatening to fall
Over our necks to condemn us all.
And so this is again one more product made
So we can keep alive our demons
Her name is religion, her goal is damnation
The one thing the gods always do to our race.
Disconnection, Disconnection, Disconnection from this treachery.
So let me give you what this really is, Judged by our actions and our words.
And there is no one to come and die again, to end debates, nailed to the cross.
None to welcome in heaven the day that we explode
Holding our truth so close so that you don’t mine and
I don’t need yours.
To every answer one more doubt
Our relative truth within our endless cycle
Our search goes on for no salvation.
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The Penance and the Lesson.
Contradictory beliefs, contradictory visioning, pluratorial reasoning, separating us.
On which hands a future stands, when this violent environment is the voice that guides our every step.
As we walk our way upon, those invisible lines, that gets fate’s hands upon our souls.
As we touch the ending line, and our conclusion forms, a questions pends upon us all.
To be wise, and take control – just throw your dices well.
To be blind, and take a fall – God knows we all wish well but if no one knows…
If there’s no solution, no answer to the question, nothing you can envision.
The dices fall upon, tables of frustration, the penance and the lesson are to resume our moments now.
Annulation of beliefs, annulated visioning, annulated reasoning, unifying us.
On which hands a future stands, when this violent environment, ties justice’s veil so tight to her eyes.
So give us luck to be our guiding light.
The world is prey to serve an interest.
If God, is what we believe, we’ve been confused by god.
If man, is what we believe, then we’ve been fooled by man.
If law, is what we believe, then we’ve been tricked by law.
If none, is what we believe.
Comprehension, of our apprehension, the dices tell the fates, of the ones with no relation.
To the room of negotiations, where all is said and done.
To be wise and take control.
To be blind and take a fall.
Because only dices know.
On which way we are to go.
Just throw your dices well
To be blind, and take a fall – God knows we all wish well but if no one knows…
If there’s no solution, no answer to the question, nothing you can envision.
The dices fall upon, tables of frustration, the penance and the lesson and one more time it tells us.
If there’s no solution, no answer to the question, nothing you can envision.
The dices for us, our every frustration, the penance and the lesson.
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7. |
Our Problem
04:09
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Our Problem.
The instinct that, dictates will
Survival only, to those who fit.
The race dictates, the rules are born,
So are the leaders, and followers,
To their roles then,
It takes a simple name, It’s domination
With winners, losers, and referees
One explanation: someone will always take the cost,
That weaker side that had to lost,
But now that weaker side,
Is taken by our hands,
As mother nature dies
Becomes our grave
So nobody wins, but also no one cares,
There’s no room for everything that’s not our share,
Because our problems will never be us,
As long as: you dance to the song that’s been played now.
So many times, our story goes,
With different actors, and directors, (the same script)
Problems are given, but never solved,
The same decisions, with the same costs,
It takes a simple name it is convenience,
The same scenario, the same results
One explanation: what does not changes it’s the cost,
Where there is profit there is loss,
But when the loss is real,
And made by the same hands,
We see there are ideas,
Always unapplied
So nobody wins, and no, nobody cares,
Because even heroes have their price and is,
Just a matter of figuring that one out,
And be like: our problem is our problem, us.
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8. |
Hidden Behind Words
06:33
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Hidden Behind Words.
Our reality is everything,
And a matter of how, everything is described, for a here and now,
So manipulation, through the freedom of speech,
Is it all that takes to convince?
It’s not easy anymore, to believe in someone,
Or to pledge to ideas, that you’ve always been taught?
So far questioning seems, not to balance the scores,
With more information and less facts, who is to blame now?.
Perception, Intention, what would it be?
Do you perceive a world, full of colors and songs,
Where there’s no strings attached and no preoccupations,
Or you solely perceive, that all hides behind words,
And the promises some sold to us?
Do you perceive everything is a threat, we’re not safe anymore,
And that nothing does well,
Or you solely perceive that condition it’s just,
Just a way to get attention?
There’s no truth – just sides to histories
And no trust – but levels of respect
Words that irritate, words that cause relief
Words that hit harder than bullets
Everything,
As perceived, is said, to comply to law, only, to those who can’t afford,
To live, holding the strings,
Where the puppets dance, we see, their spectacle, we fill,
This reality, some sell, do you perceive it real?
The heroes of the world, don’t fight no wars,
They’d be just the masters of the spoken words,
To get the believers believing,
Securing all support,
The only thing that we believe now is
Manipulation.
Hidden behind words, where appearances deceit,
Our only hope, makes us believe it.
We see deceit, and what it makes,
Sometimes its grasps tramples the strength,
Sometimes no truth, set us free
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9. |
Never Ending War
03:48
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The Never Ending War.
If we wage wars, as they would be,
So full of blood and death, just as we have seen,
Disguised in lives we live today, deciding by,
The voice our demons use to guide us, inside lies.
That if,
We see our war, using that lens,
Those ideas we embrace traps us in a cage
A sight that’s blurred, a mind confused, and full of noise,
And left to take decisions, to give us all one voice,
And,
A vision for this world’s not for everybody to see
Disorder served as guidance, division as the god
So to praise our confrontation, as we fight for a cause
Waging a war that’s bounded to never change our world,
As we’re never united, we died just by that sword.
And we play our role in histories, and the legend will go by,
In the battles that you play, inside this war,
Of what do we really care about, following our paths or just
Fulfilling somebody’s twisted vision
Of a world, not worth living at all.
If we wage wars, and set the stage,
When curtain falls some dance, and some just stare,
The bigger picture needs us all to play our roles,
And always dance to the movements of the strings that stirs us all,
We may have to fight the battle more than once to win
Some situations call us, always come to repeat,
Is a matter of deciding, if you play to never win,
This battles that we are fighting, aren’t worth fighting at all
When they feed our division and our disorder grows.
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10. |
Beneath the Curse
05:05
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Beneath the Curse.
So high in the opium of people, beneath the layer of information,
An idealistic brainwash is beneath the curse that haunts every nation,
Where captors are always stronger, and the more they learn about their preys,
The more the chains become invisible, and cells are open wide,
In a way, just to gain all control, it creates
All the lack thereof we have,
So defenseless socially,
Because who’s to blame is far,
Somewhere we would never see,
Who’s to blame for all the hunger,
And the lack of medicines,
If the crime was at the end,
Going to be acquitted,
The plan is just to make us weak, you seek for food, or starve
This is the law, to bow all to their knees,
The truth is never secrecy when this,
For the poor they always fight,
Or that’s what you need to believe,
Their redemption always nigh,
Not to be achieved.
Beneath the curse there is,
Your captor, disguised as savior.
We create the lack, and all the needs,
Destroy the functioning machine,
Cause in the name of liberty,
We take the lead into the abyss
So I’ll say it again:
For the land you need to fight,
Or least just do believe,
All the hate in your insides,
Will make you receive,
This nightmare that you live,
You’ve always vote it in,
And their motto: blame it all into a non-existing entity
Because you, feed them your hatred.
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Overhate Caracas, Venezuela
The thrash metal genre has been spinning its wheels for a few years. However, Venezulas Overhate adds some much-needed polish to the style. Relentless is Our Strength is their latest album, and it pushes the boundaries about what metal (and thrash specifically) can be. ... more
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