DROWNED LYRICS

1. New Rome Arises

Rome was an empire that smashed enemies and controlled ancient civilizations.
Every age has its roman empire, don't you think?
The hands of a new Rome are trying to do the same at this time...

The cultural oppression sews the mouth of colony.
The best culture is that one that finances the silence.
People without property will be the best slaves who somebody can buy.
An empire made from bones and pain will stand.

Owners of the planet, control the people who live in it.
Insistent man lies when he shows the truth for those ones.

Chained hands move the gears of a new roman empire.

A new Rome arises from the rubbles of a world coined by hatred... washed with blood!

While somebody lives, there will be men enslaved.
Spilling the blood of resistant crew or chaining the mentally ill ones.

The best men money can buy will spread justice and happiness.
With the bombs and shots, they'll make all the best for the future.

2. Bio-violence

We were just born infected.
We are led to cease -- early -- our lives.
What would be the right choice?
Is it eternal life or existence without pain?

The never-ending stage of struggle
Is always renewing unfixed actors.
Life infects and leads to death, blinding the man,
Bio-violence reacting.

It's not ease to live without oppressing.
It's not ease to control without corrupt.
Why pain cannot comfort us now?

What's the limit for man marching over others?
What is he expecting and searching for?
There are men who reign while others succumb.
Both of them are living with power and despair.

3. The Fossil Target

Somewhere in the planet, men will drop their bombs;
Spill blood just to save the oil...
This is a song about greed, gas, pain and profits...
This is about our world, about America, about Iraq...

Every time you start to run, many men will fall again.
All the vile ways to escape are the same old fake.
Free us from the world's demise...
No matter what your victory will be so small;
You advance the lines before their awake, before their fall.

Guilty am I? The fallen stars end life.
Is it shining? None can miss the effects.

Lost... embrace... cries... hide the fossil target.
Scan... search... dropping... blow the fossil target.
Lost (the guilty)... embrace (hides the)... cries (blinding)... hide the fossil target.
Scan (find the)... search (lines are)... dropping (missing)... blow the fossil target.

Free them for the world's demise.
Tremble and crash the foundation.
Fluid in the ancient rivers, anger will be expected.
Every time we start to run...
It's time to adapt their will to ours.
Sedate the minds still living.
Market colors from the cowards that spread and share depressing..

4. Genesis Of Chaos

This is the special skill of humanity to raise and fall; to construct and to destroy; to love after hate.
since the beginning, men are born to die: there's nothing else than that eternal contradiction.

... The human legend had found the path.
The race has grown from the ashes and stone.
Evolution has taken the keys of death and made home.

... And god created men to serve his purposes...
... And god forgot to silence their minds...

The anger has no force against the science.
Men had fallen; men will stand on and again.
We greed, we corrupt. we deserve defiance.
No progress will ever justify the pain.

Trail opened through the ashes and stones.
From genesis 'til chaos, this circle of life is done.
The human legend had found the path.
Saved the bones, skins have already left.

5. Dead Sunshine For A Better World

What are we doing for our own benefit?
What is the planet we want to stand over the years?
These and more questions maybe won't have answers if we can do nothing to stop the ruin in progress.

The trigger was set in motion.
The bullet already goes on to hit the human head.
Salvation is only for the dead.
"You pray for us, the sinners, up to now and in the hour of death."

Boiling planet in the furnace of hatred, our hatred!
Let's do the kingdom of god, the land of living dead!

We're all unbelievers and tired.
No more believers in future ways, watching the last hero fail.
With promises of better days, you wrote the certain fate.
In book of the line pies, they'll pray for us with hate and wait until we die.

Dead sunshine for a better world, last light switches off for us.
Dead sunshine for a better world, our hope has lost in dark!
Dead sunshine for a better world in a dead sunshine.

6. People Born To Hate People

We are a death machine. we just think about destroying ourselves.
Despite our needs to live in community, we fight all the time, in an eternal route of collision.

You can kill and be human for one time.
Maybe you feel better... maybe you smile.
Or make something to lose the mind... and kill or die in a crash, into a sport car!

Breathe this air that we breathe...
Feel my sickness drown your lungs...
Our mouths squirt desires and death.
We contaminate all around our wounds.

How low you can go for to be renowned?
Make yourself things others expect.
Life is an epidemic that slowly murders!
Our instinct infects and finishes the net.

...and people need reins as the beasts! yeah!
People born to hate people!

7. Eyes Bent For Own Navel

We are educated just to think about ourselves, just to feel and treat our own difficulties.
The world is a little part of this, nothing else is important.
Even a great evolution has its second meaning.

Walls covered of mirrors, comforting the eyes.
Your image from the mirror is the thing you find.
Jesters are dancing in the edge of hypocrisy, guided by the song from their own misery.

You are closed in your small world, alone with eyes bent for your own navel.
You are happy with your little toys, instruments of your own selfishness.

Blind... hanged in your own umbilical cord.
Bloody vanity washes the bowels of the world.
It feeds our poverty with remains of degradation.
Ruminating our own evil. Sweet satisfaction.

The world self-destroys while your eyes are bent for your own navel.

Selfishness... isolation... vanity... jealousy!

Blinded walls covered of mirrors we are.
Blind... hanged in your own umbilical cord.

8. Drown The Revolution

World has changed and we live new times.
Mankind has a social vocation and the new model
is fragmented in bits, up and downloads.
Maybe men will lose the essence...

We're living an upgrade from the old enslavement.
The future is a new version of early human torments.
We're arrested in the web of the capitalist spiders,
hampered in the logic of brainless consumers.

The system does not reply...
A failure to load human life...

The work of the beasts feeds the empire.
Fools take all the burdens in their shoulders.
The chosen ones pay the sins of consuming.
No reaction - the people dream in their tombs...

Drown the revolution.
Capture the resistance.
Corrupt their only will.
Digitalize their emotion.

Slaves of the keys, slaves of the lines...
Improve the tearing. Improve the extinction...

Breathe the air while you can and trust the fate.
Feed your mind with hopeful thoughts... those ones die.

9. The Friendly Oppressor

Do you really think in international efforts or nations worried about you?
The great hands of "good men" can support or smash...
Mainly smash when you are in the third world.

The human life has a new meaning. time will embrace our fate.
As a coin put in a machine we support the legion of world saviors.
They'll keep peace with force, they'll teach us how to give and share.
With heart cleaned of ambition, we chose the right hands to take away from us.

Shore of disgrace... and none can only escape.
Values fall; guidance is back until they take us.

Organize the pressure!
Seize the intervention!
Salute the oppressor!
It's innate to our nature!

The lightning will find its home.
Survivors of the last king will be slaved by the next one, missing or consuming the hope.
A shadow of progress hits the poor, with the vivid thoughts just persisting.
Divinity confined no more, stage where we will lie resisting.

Hands to shelter the whole dying race.
Our spirits are lost, vanished in decay.

The friendly oppressor... the friendly oppressor...

10. Hypnosis Against The Tribes

This is a song about freedom, this is about Brazil.
We are still accepting mirrors from the colonizers, but hope is not lost!
Hail, brave Brazilian people!!!
We dedicate this song to all people who died to make this country better.

The mirrors are still working in times before the heal...
Wonderful world of progress signs its terminal deal.
Third is the word to hide the world that's unfound.
The tribes with hungry hearts feed the old.

Czars of the modern state... control soil and environment...
Wasting all the time and hate, adjust our minds for confinement.
Czars of the modern state... sentence of the final judgment.

Fall from heaven, we are the soldiers on command!
Our crimes are forgiven. the cause has lost in sand!

Tribes refuse the mirrors and fight for existence.
Progress deals its weapons to defy resistance.
World is the third to drop bullets against the tribes.
Hungry hearts feed the old who is still smashing their lives.

Old world still smashing their lives...
Hypnosis against the tribes...







DROWNED LYRICS