LYCANTHROPHY LYRICS
split: "SICK/TIRED / LYCANTHROPHY" (2014)
1. Slave Again2. Savage Behaviour
3. Virtual Friendship
4. The Mind Control
5. The Hidden Threat
1. Slave Again
You mean nothing
Kept as an item in the record of the easily redundant
You get nothing
Being sterilized & deprogrammed from the dignity of life, beginning to be useless
You say nothing
Rope in your neck, it chokes you, it takes away the idea of the last defiance to say
No more
I can't
You're broken
For the powerful & greedy ones, slave again
2. Savage Behaviour
Fighting the time, you have a lead which will take you to the ultimate damnation
You've started to see the variety of everything & the life
All that is hidden to everyone else
You keep the distance from people you know, your friends
Life values you've laid in hands of emptiness
Joy, insight of sleepless nights turns into predeath agony
Like a beast trapped, you strive to crawl up to see the hope until you say nevermore
You are losing the battle; your body is in the abyss wanting more & more shit
It changed you into a monster, the shadow of your own thoughts
Your days are numbered, you don't live, you survive, you're snuffing it
3. Virtual Friendship
Lost hours on empty words
Mood initiations changing the nature of the unimportance
Swallowing faces with no expressions, waiting for nonsense with no values
Formless letters in columns of words, full of impressions, feelings for a fantastic friendship
Being skillful, be of logical mind is the past long gone
Switch off he machines, close your notebooks, start to live in real world, the real friendship
4. The Mind Control
They control our thoughts to predict our actions
They deprive the people of words which allows, them to defend themselves
They deprive the people of mind not to put up any resistance
They lie to our faces, everything is under democratic control
Orwell's 1984 in its purest form
The final question is "What does freedom really mean?"
5. The Hidden Threat
Spots clothing with a brand on their chests
Hairstyles from modern punk journals
Football look of the reformed neonacists
Faith a heavy boots, swastika on their hands
Hidden behind the mask of the social ignorance
Inconspicuous, craftiness, hypocrisy made by our mistakes
Lack of knowledge feeding the malignant tumor of intolerance
Which has to be extirpated completely
With its deep & good fed mycelium
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