Dystopia

This virtual spring flows freely Through the meanders of the thought The sound of the synthetic drops Gives rhythm to your frivolous existence Interferes with prosperity And rapes your most intimate dreams Clone of the spirit, artificial envelope Will you become the shadow of another one? In this magnetic cathedral Where you need to find a shelter Only these buttons will grant your wishes The directions that come along with them Are a part of the doctrine Here God created material Material has become God Above us Here God created material Material has become God

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

In the rush of modern times, a new divinity Is whispering these words to us “Run, run to the light at the end of the tunnel Don’t look back and forget the whole past” Our notion of time is getting sucked up by a black hole Second after second the modern world overwhelms us As if it was guided by a thread We are the marionettes of time It synchronises the acts and gestures Crystallises and breaks our memories In this psychological enslavement Our spiritual quest becomes sterile The light in the eyes of our guardian angel is dying Their colourless stare foretold nothing but Apocalypse In this rush towards the void Can you possibly have a new perspective? Will the revelation come to you Regenerate your brain? Lost in this maze of the soul The light of evil will come to you and guide you So now the equation of our existence is infinite The bodies are getting divided from the spirits The subtraction of the soul to zero Will condemn us to a total annihilation.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

It speaks and grows within It teaches and gives different views Opening the fields of the mind Training the muscles of the thought Breeding the unborn wise man It burns and screams inside It melts and turns to ashes Closing the doors of knowledge Leaving all hopes behind Climbing the stairs of mediocrity As these ancient yellowed papers perish in flames A lonely old wise man dies and no one cares Helping him would be a criminal act Swarming in new age Getting it wide and loud Blistering flashing picture Hypnotizing howling screen The chat goes on and on Saying nothing but words of emptiness The tube born from the newest technologies Full of sounds and pictures It tells you the latest news But leaves us empty inside Chatter of the tube...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Flashing pictures and loud sounds Screaming news through the screens Moving through a crowd of a million souls Walking on each other Recall... the absence Recall... the absence Surviving in a perpetual nightmare Sharing the left space with strangers As angst is the closest word for insanity As a point of view can be a dangerous luxury I can’t show my feelings to others How may I share this haunting distress? In my life there’s an absence Which no one can ever guess People do exist... but do we really live? Something is definitely missing I guess everyone stands this suffering The world is telling us we’re safe and sane I just want to find my own place Raised by a culture spilling into decay I was given birth in all legality I’m another Mr Everywhere I just want someone saying I’m ME Recall... the absence Recall... the absence Feeling no use for thinking

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

A la lumière des usines C’est le déclin qui se dessine Mesure les distances de ces larmes Ces briques, une après une, isolent ces êtres Mesure la chute de l’Architecte. Dans ce refuge de l’esprit Il compte les heures et désire partir L’encre de ses veines trace la ligne de fuite Son âme se noie dans les calculs L’équation du désespoir Résonne entre ces murs froids Mesures-tu leur solitude Dans cette nouvelle perspective Cette camisole de force retient la sombre ville Contenir ces âmes conformes Au plan d’aliénation Et tu dessines une page avec ton sang Evades-toi, esclave du temps De ce dédales de l’esprit Non, évades-toi, esclave du temps De ce dédale de l’esprit A la lumière des usines C’est le déclin qui se dessine Mesure la distance de ces larmes.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

A new plant takes birth in vitro In this clinic, greenhouse of souls, she gets form You’re not the embryo of the Earth neither loves The evolution of the foetus will be strange Symbol of this experimental garden Enter this cold era Where the best can meet the worse Flower from nowhere takes root, manifold of... A frigid present, future in a capsule The laws of nature are changed The limits will be passed This new creature blooms in this icy cradle Manifold A frigid present, future in a capsule The laws of nature are changed The limits will be passed This new creature blooms in this icy cradle This new creature blooms in this icy cradle The limits will be passed The laws of nature are changed A frigid present, future in a capsule.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

A well traced path A simple and straight way A permanent happiness, a joy of the present Less sorrow, no more sorrow No anger anyway Sadness is a word which has never existed We got Soma... for serene eves We got Soma We got Soma... for serene eves We got Soma Keep staying unworried by such An old thing, enjoy the moment Do not think about anything Do your work with a large smile on your face Go quietly back home and swallow The pills you keep Chemistry has turned you so serene Flawless and positive and exhausted After all they are quite innocent And so are you, free from troubles Your labour is no sacrifice Everyone’s role is to achieve his task Your existence has to stay on perfect railway Without clashes and chaos, unforeseen and quiet We have Soma For feeding our lifelong coma

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025