THE MODERN AGE SLAVERY LYRICS

1. Prelude To An Evolution

[Instrumental]

2. The Reprisal Within

"I am free and that's why I am lost"
[Franz Kafka]

In the mad maze of mind every corner is a cliff
The cranium, a pale reflection of a vanished salvation
Fear is my true companion. A vortex of lost memories
Wander screaming without a destination

The last pillar of sanity is shattered by the son of this psychosis
Cruel are the tricks of the mind. Distant gleams and mirages

Like stones, alone we stand,
Cold in darkness, in no men land

Pit of insanity is the agony's cave
The reality of none, that tears me away
Burden of truth spitting out to my face
I only wait for the ravens that will feast on my wretched bowels
A dead body bound to be disgraced

Era of cries, of resignation into the fullness of I, the utter nothing
Era of lies and hopeless expectations
Into the void of freedom I find no one but my ghost

A new glimmer of lunacy arisen on the altar of mediocrity
Dark is the ghost on your side that can't walk through the weight of free will

Era of cries, of resignation into the fullness of I, the utter nothing
Era of lies and hopeless expectations, Ill find the lack of passions
In the mad maze of mind every corner is a cliff
The cranium, a pale reflection of a vanished salvation
Fear is my true companion. A vortex of lost memories
Wander screaming without a destination
I am free and that's why I'm lost

3. Miles Apart

"God had one son on earth without sin, but never one without suffering"
[Sant'Agostino]

Cold remorse is for free men, unlucky son of one night
With the guilt between our legs, the lust, touching your life

We crawl in the dark, we run within the dream
I do ask her not to scream until that moment
Her breath sharp and shallow.
She will find nothing under my skin
We move like one but her back is a just bending a straight line

Father, we all die alone: A written path for a given destiny
Father, we all die alone: Rhymes repeating endlessly

The morning glows anew, we hold on to our own misery.
Memories of night turn to dust
She cries softly. As always nothing to fight for
As we hold still, a warm breath, humid, sticks to me

One more time we are nothing,
Nothing but a bunch of dead leaves left to the graceless wind

Father, we all die alone: A written path for a given destiny
Father, we all die alone: Rhymes repeating endlessly

Until tonight she goes unseen. Strip to the bone, her wounds unclean.
And once again, we are walking, walking through a broken glass with broken knees

Down that road our guilt between the legs
This red desire was resuming its place
Of your heartbeat, on the hills of no lights
Don't forgive us unlucky son of one nigh

4. The Theory Of Shadows

"The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely"
[Carl Jung]

Bullets of truth kept under control
Shadows are crawling between the lines
It's what you think you know that truly lies

Straight paths to get lost, the brighter the light, the darker the call
Contents are blurred and merged into one another
A concrete answer for a pure starvation
Dig under the good there is a dead body
A speechless cry of gold in a frozen brain
And we kept on waiting for still trains, and struggle for breathing, chasing for peace, but our demons sometimes come back

Longing, addiction, anguish, depression, deformed, confused, old-age youth
Whatever is the question ignorance is bliss
Whenever life is too hard to accept
You'd wear out your will to rest

Bullets of truth kept under control
Shadows are crawling between the lines
It's what you think you know that truly lies

Trace the wounds with no free hands
Once again you were trapped by the demons within your mind
For everything you held inside is cracking across your heart
Drawing a way out of this tunnel of light to handle the choice,
The consequence of any action
Delayed connections, shattered shady dreams
A scratch on the surface of a mere human being

Longing, addiction, anguish, depression, deformed, confused, old-age youth
Whatever is the question ignorance is bliss
Whenever life is too hard to accept
You'd wear out your will to rest

5. The Place We Call Home

"The future happens. No matter how much we scream"
[Derek Walcott]

There will be a place you call home. Is it the land of your father?
It may be divided into shining stars and those who struggle for bread
A place where you'll enjoy little things in life. Or there may be not
The future happens. No matter how much we scream

We build towers on someone else's dream
Or use power to prevail the weak
We survived the confusion of men with no future
Lost souls broke and howling
For an existence left unpaid

To our dismay as tomorrow dies away
In the deceitful sunrise of this new century
Louder voices will be heard despite words
Down to the sea it falls this place we call home

There may be a place you belong
That releases the weight on your shoulders
Or you may run, you may hide and lose yourself in the world.

A war without form. A future without color
A paralyzed land of action without motion
Thank you all for this gist: this place we call home

6. A Stygian Tide

"A friend to all is a friend is a friend to none"
[Aristotele]

Once they all hide in the lie of dignity,
Climb the highest mountain of freedom and fall,
Once they get drunk of blinded morality,
They'll forget their brothers and sons

Once they get old, wise and aware,
Digging together the grave of equality,
Praying the obsolete doctrine of peace,
They'll regret and get nothing back

Still the sun has to rise on the shattered path
Of a new born from the weakness of love.
No wind can sweep the dry leaves away
In the autumn of life, when everything grows old and dies.

Believe in peace and equality for everyone
But friends to all are friends to no one of us
Brothers, there'll be nothing left here other than tricks of your eyesight
Brothers, are you all willing to leave
Blowing out that flame hiding in the darkness of your mind?
For all truths left unsaid
The stronger you love, the more you lose and turn grey

Once they all crawl in the dust of misery,
Sail the widest oceans of needs,
Once they get stuck in the mud of humility,
They'll remember their meaning to live

Once they get old, weak and resigned
Fighting alone their demons inside,
Disowning God and murderous faiths
They'll regret but never come back

No world to see with the eyes of a blind heart
No lies for those who behold the truth
Oh they'll never get it back

7. The Hollow Men

"Have you ever considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinion of others... even the opinions of yourself?"
[Walter E. Kurtz]

We are the hollow men. We are the stuffed men
Leaning together. Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed with direct eyes, to death's other kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost violent souls, but only
As the hollow men. The stuffed men.
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams in death's dream kingdom
These do not appear: There, the eyes are sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging and voices are in the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer in death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer. Not that final meeting in the twilight kingdom
This is the dead land. This is cactus land
Here the stone images are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
(Is it like this in death's other kingdom)
Waking alone at the hour when we are trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss form prayers to broken stone.
The eyes are not here. There are no eyes here.
In this valley of dying stars. In this hollow valley.
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless the eyes reappear as the perpetual star.
Multifoliate rose of death's twilight kingdom the hope only of empty men
Between desire and spasm. Between the potency and existence.
Between the essence and descent falls shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

8. Regression Through Unlearning

"All the progress of civilization is the regress of the individual"
[Carlo Michelstaedter]

Your craving of perfection
As absolution of the emptiness of evolution:
A knowledge built out of nothing.

No science, no proficiency
To guide a mass of bodies with no awareness,
'Cause all your world's improvement
Is yourself's regression.

Every time machines replace hand work, human dexterity gets befuddled: because hands were trained for a technical skill, based on a specific necessity; and they have lost that ability since devices, in which our cleverness has frozen forever, made them become useless. So nowadays blacksmiths, who once knew how to transform an iron block into any kind of thing using fire, hammer and chisel, have become incapable. And today they just know how to adapt and combine with screws pieces already made by factories and foundries. They don't even make by themselves keys or nails: that's why it's also hard to find someone able to shoe a horse; and same goes for sculptors, carpenters and tailors... On the contrary, masses of sad and stupid factories workers, who just know how to do a single move, has taken their place.

9. Sandblasted Skin

[originally by Pantera]

Scrape it, grind it, peel it, hide it
The trend is over and gone forever
Shelf it, box it, save it, frame it
You won't need that anymore,
It's on sale at the fucking dollar store

Waste of time,
Pantomime,
Circus doll,
At the local mall
Exterminate, it's all fake!
Exterminate, it's all fake

Sandblast yourself
Sandblast yourself
Sandblast
Sandblast
It's getting old, old, old







THE MODERN AGE SLAVERY LYRICS