ADVENT OF BEDLAM LYRICS

1. Human Portal Phenomenon

[Instrumental]

[Music: Max Gutiérrez S.]

2. Olympus Mons

[Music: Advent of Bedlam, lyrics: Roy Zumbado C.]

And so they say, "Only the dead have seen the end of war."
A spell, a curse.

Nations and kingdoms and villages alike.
Over the centuries,
As old as we are,
A pest.

Disruption,
Destruction,
Disease.
Everywhere.
Over the centuries.

The spear hits us with the nature of mankind.
Consume, expand, to fight and condemn.
Homo Homini Lupus.

The present, the future, the past.
Are portraits that will never last,
A flame, change occurs through war forever.
A cycle, a game.

Breathing vicious greed,
Violence, hatred, and enmity.
It's a plot.

We live in mount Olympus.
The highest peak of war.

Disruption,
Destruction,
Disease.
Everywhere.
Over the centuries.

The present, the future, the past.
Are portraits that will never last,
A flame, change occurs through war forever.
A cycle, a game.

3. Born Of Synapses

[Music: Advent of Bedlam, lyrics: Roy Zumbado C.]

Essence over forms,
Traveling through the valley of cognition,
Remnants, imagination,
Of which I am king.

Are you even there?
"There is no self, there is the world"
[Jean Piaget]

Am I even present here?
Born of synapses.

Alternate consciousness,
Substance over mind,
Higher and higher I wonder,
Are you even there?
Am I even here?
Solus Ipse.

Traveling through the mist of perception,
Letting insights grow inside,
Remnants, imagination,
Of which I am king.

Alternate consciousness,
Substance over mind,
Higher and higher I wonder,
Are you even there?
Am I even here?
Solus Ipse.

An audience of one,
A theater of self,
The universe and I

4. The Ever Watchful Eye

[Music: Advent of Bedlam, lyrics: Roy Zumbado C.]

Out to seek and control,
What's said and done is embedded in the eye,
The ever-watchful eye.

It owns your words, it owns your thoughts,
Hateful manufacturer of truth,
To manipulate the masses,
Welcome to the era when the sheep became herd.

Rehabilitated thought criminals,
The will of power is gone, a new age,
A new age has begun.

To be, to feel,
To think as we're programmed.
Across the echoes of pain,
I suffocate.

It's in your mind, since you were born,
Watching everything that you do,
Pain, for which there's no anesthesia,
Suppression, extreme constraint.

Why would you believe so blindly everything and every word you're told?
There is no shelter,
This is a prison,
Under the sun.

Is the world theirs, or ours to keep?
Have we been tamed or could we fight?

Enslaved without knowing it,
Do really think this is your life?
Feel the stare of the ever-watchful eye.

Deprived, deserted,
Abandoned by your inner self,
Broken, torn out.

Is the world theirs, or ours to keep?
Have we been tamed or could we fight?

To be, to feel,
To think as we're programmed,
Across the echoes of pain,
I suffocate

5. A Liar's Spit

[Music: Advent of Bedlam, lyrics: Roy Zumbado C.]

At the abyss of what's ignored,
Connected with cosmos,
In denying everything,
I've found myself,

Human sickness,
Reflected in hopelessness,
A maze, so hard to complete,
Transmuting oscillation in virtue,
Confusing evidence, illogical coincidence.

Embraced by shadows of fear,
Feeling paralyzed, awake, but hopeless,
Helpless,
Only then have I seen,
True horror to its eyes.

A liar's spit,
Connected with cosmos,
In denying everything,
I've found myself.
Human sickness,
Reflected in hopelessness.

Hopelessness.
In fear, we live,
It's pain, we feel,
Deceived from start,
By humankind

6. A Human Farm

[Music: Advent of Bedlam, lyrics: Roy Zumbado C.]

Famine is ruling our land,
Murder or starvation,
Choose well then, there is no escape,
Heading to human self-destruction,
No hideaway, no shelter,
A human farm.

The rich feeds on the poor's angst,
Distress and desperation,
Don't expect the law to help,
You know they've all been bought,

No hideaway, no shelter,
Who runs this show?

Sold for your spare parts,
A dad sells his daughter to be raped, abused and killed.
There's money in prison, fresh organs, no questions asked.
Why is greed such a massive pest,
Will it go away?
We are predators,
We are the prey.

Pain and terror,
Daily grief and atrocities,
Planned executions,
No trial, your fate's been sealed.

How could you put a price on life?
A cornea, a liver, intact, as fresh as it gets,
We're discreet, sadistic proposition,
As long as you pay beforehand.
As long as you pay beforehand

Famine is ruling our land,
Murder or starvation,
Choose well then, there is no escape,
Heading to human self-destruction,
No hideaway, no shelter,
A human farm.

The rich feeds on the poor's angst,
Distress and desperation,
Don't expect the law to help,
You know they've all been bought,
No hideaway, no shelter,
Who runs this show?

Black blood is running through your veins,
Your fate is sealed unless you're wealthy,
Black market's never closed.

Corrupted bastards,
Another heart you say?
There is no waiting list,
We have the finest and cheapest organs you will see,
You'll see.

Sold for your spare parts,
A dad sells his daughter to be raped, abused and killed.
There's money in prison, fresh organs, no questions asked.
Why is greed such a massive pest,
Will it go away?
We are predators,
We are the prey

7. The Vanishing

[Music: Advent of Bedlam, lyrics: Roy Zumbado C.]

Oh, humans they were called,
Quite an interesting race to know,
Territorial, afraid,
On wheels of pride,
Which spin no more,
No more.

Let there be chaos,
Let there be blood,
Across the nations,
Let the wound seal,
Leave a scar instead,
Death to all.

Blazing horizon,
On chariots of fire,
Which burn no more,
No more.

Crude, fierce, afraid.
Unconscious and devious,
Insane.

Falling to pieces,
Full of flaws,

Let there be chaos,
Let there be blood,
Across the nations,
Let the wound seal,
Leave a scar instead,
Death to all

8. Crown Of Greed

9. Comstockery

10. Vultures Of The World

[Music: Advent of Bedlam, lyrics: Roy Zumbado C.]

Quick to silence,
Quick to indoctrinate,
Incisive, rapacious,
Debt is the chain.

Ever growing madness,
Voracity.

A turn, in the wrong direction,
Vultures of the world.

Energy is for sale.
And so it will remain.

Melted our wings, close to the sun.
And so it will remain.

Energy is for sale.
And so it will remain.

Quick to silence,
Quick to eliminate,
Incisive, rapacious,
Debt is the way.

Controlling cycle,
Debt is their way







ADVENT OF BEDLAM LYRICS