13 Ocak 2014

In-Quest 2010 The Liquidation Files (EP)

In-Quest

The Liquidation Files (EP)


2010

01 Stahlmacht
02 Corridor Of Chameleons
03 Asynchronous Transmission
04 Mind Over Matter (Live)
05 Systematic Arythmetic Hate (Live)


STAHLMACHT

Out of the silence, rose a new kind of madness
Of which no one, no one could locate the source
A smothered moan as a chanted hymn
Unearthly, terrible and hard to bear

Crushed, tramped, pulverized
Killed, raped, crucified
Out-numbered, out-gunned
Genocide has begun

A world left lifeless, souls tramped and crushed
Everything ends, conquered and burnt
Crushed by the panzers, life unfolds
Incinerated masses, destruction unbound…

Mass destruction
Blood-soaked landscapes, where bodies remain
Silence prevails, as the napalm stroke the day before, swift

Conquered by -
The Stahlmacht, an automized tool of, extinction
Programmed for one end result, extermination
Created by the race of men, mass inflicted suicide
Thoughts of man have depraved their own being
There is no future...

Out of the silence, rose a new kind of madness
Of which no one, no one could locate the source
A smothered moan as a chanted hymn
Unearthly, terrible and hard to bear

Crushed, tramped, pulverized
Killed, raped, crucified
Out-numbered, out-gunned
Genocide has begun

Mass destruction

The Stahlmacht, an automized tool of, extinction
Programmed for one end result, exter-mination
Created by the race of men, mass inflicted suicide
Thoughts of man have depraved their own being
There is no future…

The end game, there is no survival
Self-inflicted, your social disorder, the eradication

A world left lifeless, souls tramped and crushed
Everything ends, conquered and burnt
Crushed by the panzers, life unfolds
Incinerated masses, destruction unbound…

The end of man...


CORRIDOR OF CHAMELEONS

We're the carriers of a new anomaly; Fold, unfold. Bend, shift color.
Always turning our backs to the wind. Deaf to the inner voices screaming.
Purpose, profit, act only to gain. Blistered tounges from licking greedward.
Taste the enemy. Throw up their means. Swallow the bits that fit your needs.

Keep your eyes searching in all directions, scanning for opportunities
Off you go. Begin your climb. Aim for the topmost twig of lies.

Put on a shape to pass undisturbed. Pick a color to blend with surroundings.
Choose a voice suiting, appropriate for the never benignant purpose.
Spin your eyes to read the court. Smoothen your path before the start
Even out, fill the holes with the toxic clay of your rotting heart.

A contagious neuro-ego-disease. A virus sticking to liars.
We're the self-centered fuel to boost the new strain of fire.
Adapting, shifting, lacking opinion. Our numbers exceeding the billions.
Everly walking among ourselves down the corridor of chameleons.

Continue through the skein of boughs, navigate to keep you straight on track.
Make the right ramification-turns. Conceit will be your allied guide.
Climb the hierarchy ladders invisibly, veiled by the canvas of putrid dreams.
Every obstacle surmountable to the clouded vision you've conceived.

Scan the wall of truth for cracks. Your prey: the secrets hiding therein.
Feed upon its nourishing intestines to bring you forth in the "game"
With every single step taken on the road of games called success,
There's a fee for every lie. The currency: Your dissolving integrity.
Will you make it to the top of the tree? Is the fortune there to be found?
Chameleons are a short-lived breed. Maybe fate will find you dead on the ground.

(Fate will tell.....)


ASYNCHRONOUS TRANSMISSION

comitting murders
imprinted on the memory in my divine insanity
committed murders
imprinted on the memory, lasting through infinity
asynchronous transmission has erupted

paint the picture carved upon the walls
it's the signature, a god's work of art
leave the message written in stains of blood
as I tried to clarify your death is my life

insanity reigns when this twisted mind, turns corrupted
asynchronous transmission has erupted

paint the picture carved into the flesh
in search for the next one, my victims in distress
sending signals, traces of evidence
as I bleach them out of my remembrance

my violence has amplified in the echoes in my mind
receiving flashbacks, of another life

it's not a perfect world out there, so many people corrupted, easy victims.
In my world there will be no more poverty, hunger greed or violence
I will create the perfect place for the human race

see the images fade away, into the shades of grey

paint the picture carved on their bones
their mutilated bodies covered up onder stones
left a message, my mark is hidden deep inside
what I left behind no one will ever find

insanity reigns when this twisted mind turns corrupted
asynchronous transmission has erupted


MIND OVER MATTER (LIVE)

we're shattered, our particles scattered

stand and stare down here on the ground
looking at the skies above
to try to understand what we are here for
and to figure out the meaning of it all

like skew reflections our images in a mirro glass
distorted from the cracks of the past
the stars casting shadows, a darkened veil covering all
fading memories of our formes selves, they just won't last

in the distance we what matters, dissolve into nothing
and the nothing dispersed into nothing but black emptiness

into the darkness

we see what matters, dissolve into nothing
no control of mind over matter, shattered
we're made out of negative matter

travelling through the darkness
of our inner thoughts
searching for recognition points
what lies within our soul and hearts

our particles scattered


SYSTEMATIC ARYTHMETIC HATE (LIVE)

Sequence hate erupts, the senses drop
Blood flow in reverse in the veins

A rhythmetic despise for life retaliates
Uneven backwards pulse generates

An out of rhythm sequence of anger
Feeding the everlasting raging adrenaline
Merging vengeance and hate filled emotions
An out of rhythm sequence of anger
Feeding the raging adrenaline

CHORUS
System overload with hatred
Reprogrammed soul so dark and tainted
System overload with hate
The nightmare has no end

This eternal conflict will never die
This internal instinct will for ever survive

CHORUS

Systematic hate

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