INGROWING LYRICS

1. Life Stealth

Life!
Fragments and parts
All clues of your cheap life
Sampled, identified
Your world will end, we’re starting the strife

[Ref 2x:]
Stealing your life, there’s none place we miss
You’re our target to seize…
Stealing your soul, you are to disappear
You’d worry or fear…
Stealing your mind, it’s worse than infection
Copied resurrection…
Stealing your life, you can’t face your fall
That’s sure for you all…

Resurrection…
Or life stealth?

2. Nanopunctures

Cut, slit, rip, slash, cell industry’s art
Nanopuncturing the ovum ‘n‘ fluttering bioshards

Canning the life into the vials and sterilized flasks
Penetrating all vital germs, a human copy unmasked
Tissue matrix soilure, a non-orgasmic way
Constructing an aprosopus, next sixth day

Nanopunctures, yes!

Punctures, nanopuncture future…
Puncture, nanopunctures…

3. New Flesh To Cultivate

Let’s cultivate!
New life! Life! Life! Life! Life!

Duplicates hatchery
Products with no face
With crystal veins visible
With minds still empty, still legible

Blood breeding technology
Here’s flesh to cultivate
Unformatted mien
Unused memory, soullessly clean

Same faces in line…
It’s the end of your times…

4. Shapeshifting / Unidentification

Shape dancers of faces, so sick transformation
As DNA imprints are precisely applied to make new life
Shapeshifting process, fingerprints and retinae
Original or copy, impossible identification

New flesh, unidentified
It’s you or not, high technology pride.

Fingerprints are carved, process of maturation
Structure modified, sapiens code translation

New flesh to rise, unidentified
It’s you or not, high technology pride.

Shifting of shapes…

Shifting the shapes, unidentification
Shifting the shapes, a new population…

5. Ground Subzero

Reaching the level of the most useless lives
Clones are stealing everything making sense for us
Dividing the relationships, dividing the world
Reprobated Originals, scuttling from clones mankind horde

It is not a dream
We are less than a zero
We are lower than under ground
Reaching new level subzero ground, subzero ground

Living is a fucking nightmare with clones behind you
There’s no such one who can discern between lie and truth
Murders or the terminations, it’s our daily feed
Our world was overruled with hatred of clones breed

Disintegration of refusing throng
All you ever knew melts in chaos of drones

Ground subzero, all relatives I desiderate
Ground subzero, hate I feel, it suffocates

Reincarnation of our worst dreams
Sunset of humans, end is near it seems

Derelicts I meet each day in debris of their fate
Eyes empty, with no future, I feel despair too late

6. Kill The Original

There is no chance, to keep your life in safe
Nobody is trying, everyone looses his chance

Slaughtering the originals, like night of fucking long knives
Nobody will see you’re dead, kill the originals
You’re at your end, genes showdown starts
Kill all originals, there’s no use for them
Kill all originals, ‘cause now we are the same

Same proteins structure, the difference is gone
Seek and destroy your alter ego, atomize each exon
Clones are at top…

[Ref 2x:]
Artificial replications, humanity to sweep away
Homicide indexed, their blood is too cheap this day
Kill the original, hard part to do
Kill the original, kill your original too…

7. Tragic: The Gathering

In depth of of our souls
We found just one place
Expelled and almost hunted down
Gathered in forgotten space

An earthly hell catacombs, bunker or a slum?
It’s tragic, a gathering of godforsaken scum…

Paradise of malice, filth, sickness and doom
How to change our destiny, living in this tomb?

Tragic gathering
Brotherhood of desperation
Safe or fucking not?
Unanswerable question…

Tragic, ill-logic
Tragic gathering…

8. Blind Light

Perverted gleams of waning Moon
Cut mystic motives in bleeding clouds out
Beauty of laces is crushed into dust of phoenixes
Clinging to inspirating shapes of snow flakes

There´s no sky ... Blind Light
There´s no love ... Blind Light

Masquerade of dying stars´sorrow
In chapped bark of winter trees in zenith
It´s mere play in the edge between worlds only
Worlds, which are diffused into stones of eternal megaliths

There´s no love ... Blind Light
There´s no rules ... Blind Light

Silent whispers of silver blind light´s beams
In our parched skulls awake sonic implosions
Of desperate soft hate of broken human race
Kneeling in ominous sands of ruinous Time

9. Fight Might Be Right

Stop the feeble moaning, it’s time to raise our heads
Reluct against terror, nation of expelled deads

Fight might be right, right will be our fight
Freedom is our light, fight might be right.
Now it has to come… fight might be right
Our past lives are gone… fight must be right

Living on the edge of poor „to be or not“
If aren‘t you ready, shook your head else nod
Fight might be right, right will be our fight
We live out of sight, fight must be right.

10. Revolting Waste - Fuck The Hoax

Wasted, we’re wasted… segregation
An earthquake plan… mind drillers formation

Who believe that? Revolting waste? Fuck this hoax…
Who cares about? We erased them… Who provokes?
Form the line. Prepare to fight. Let’s go, folks!
Who believe that? Revolting waste? Fuck this hoax…

Wasted, we’re wasted… segregation
An earthquake plan… mind drillers formation

Don’t believe this fake, it’s our new world
There’s none who can turn it back, turn it back

An army of wasted, under ground
Life level subzero, now unbound

Go! It is a malicious fake…

11. Cyclone

A privileged section, a new among the clones
None of us is secure, they can steal who they want
Face of mine, face of you, faster than light reflection
Masters of espionage and annoying disinformation

I‘ll kill you and you‘ll kill me, but there’s no guarantee
If it’s lie or if it’s true, horrendous ability

D‘you have a scratch? Well, I’m gonna devitalize you
Trust is a relic and mistake should be fatal too..

CyClones assault… perpetual imbroglio
A lethal chaos… hard times to undergo…

Horrendous ability… CyClones
Don’t trust me… even I am not so sure
Fake and versatility… CyClones
I can’t trust you… Or are you sure?

12. Ionized Fluid Being

Strange deformity of life
In threads of unearthly elements
I am flickering being of emptiness
In gaseous extract of existence

Ionized ... so far
Stabilized ... so close

My misty body slowly drops off
As amorphous time elapses here
In that inert glasstubular world
From where I can´t escape or disappear

Atomized ... impure
Vaporized ... exposed

Ionized ... so far
Stabilized ... so close

13. Mind Drillers

Mental squad, human computers
Trained well and forged
Psionic power turned to weapon
Brain waves make clones‘ minds disgorged
Bleeding ears and eyes bursting
Palatal tissues are non-reversibly grilled
Into black bleeding detrital mash
You losers, you gonna be mind drilled!
Let’s kill at will!

Mind drillers, elite troops
Free of emotions, free of all
Chain reaction goes in loops
Let’s drill!

Strike back! Just close your eyes.
And imagine…
Strike back again! With ferocity…
Like machine…
Just let’s fucking drill!
Drill! Mind! Drill!

14. Enforce The Clones (Kill The Copy)

Kill your fucking copy, enforce your fucking clone
It’s not his perfect flesh or his precise unique bones
Crush your hated mirror trying to steal your face
Eradicate them, that earthly life‘s disgrace

Let’s enforce the clones
Their blood is not yours
Deriding the God, raped Nature base
Sodomized human race…

Kill your fucking copy now
Final slaughter started, you’re not alone
Scatter cloned bodies, go!

Show no fucking mercy, their blood will turn to waste
An artificial cancer, eliminate all these deadly cells
Keopaa will lead our steps through warped genetic hell

Survive… or not survive
Originals must be safe
Victory… or low life
Mastermind by your chafe

Kill your fucking copy, enforce your fucking clone
It’s not his perfect flesh or his precise unique bones
Crush your hated mirror trying to steal your face
Eradicate them, that earthly life‘s disgrace

15. Deletion / A Cyclic End

Clone casualties? None of clones will count the dead.
Human casualties? Reaper has his hands strained, dread…

But who am I?
I didn’t meet my copy… even kill
I doubt about my originality
I feel like foreigner… thoughts so ill

Epoch of clones now ends, tabooed, banned
New day dawn soon will come, trying to understand why…

Day of the victory, our mankind is safe
But I think I am one, a clone, my death’s postponed

Final deletion…
I survived my deletion.

But who am I?
I didn’t meet my copy
I doubt about my originality
I feel like foreigner… thoughts so ill

A cyclic end, history to flush
There’s one left to decimate
A cyclic end, my future is unknown
To join normal life, I have to procreate







INGROWING LYRICS