Masters in microcosms of instantaneous.. Program the programmer to program.. Produce to pay for necessities and. luxuries. Function in every facet in total willing isolation..
Instinct, survivalism. One against all, against one. The living now envy. Those who perished in ruins. . The brutal live on in competition. Death's masterpiece nears its completion.
Drawback! havoc has won. we starve on rich tables. profiting of their ruin. opulent born, acceppting to murder,. this is our faith, our human grace order?.
It always begins the same and then it ends again. It's everywhere but the silence deafens me. But that's about to change when. Nothing is there and still I feel it follow me.
I was getting out, without a doubt. This was my last patrol, wished I could shout. But then the reds were there. We were taking our share. Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair.
The day has come, the time is near. For all to end, it's true, it's here. It's all over now, no way to stop. The button's been pushed, the bomb's been dropped.
I exist in a constant dreamstate. Where my mind is free to wander. The answers come so easily. To all the of the questions pondered. . I'm not held down by this body.
Oneirophobic. . What the fuck, I'm all tied up. Stop feeding me those pills. I'm begging you, please let me go you bitch. You're gonna get me killed. .
Music: Albert Maroto. Lyrics: Elisa C.Martin. . Are you calling me?. I want to begin again. I cannot believe it!. We don't need to talk. All so stupid, all so fake.
"Ascending through time and space. Oh great cosmos, hand me the key. Contemplating the fabric of your architecture. Oh great all, I see the key you hold.
Pimp up through the. . Pimp up through the red see like moses the coldest phenomenon. Let me take ya to the place where giliteen dreams. And triple beams make bodys do triple lean.
How far down does the shovel go?. Below.. The name with fame gives the ghost a rise.. Like a shameful stain will rinse. when it's dry.. . It's alive in the times,.
I always thought when I was young I'd have a story to be told. but I let the hot blood all run cold. Oh have I let the past become too old? Has it all just run its course? Can I still feel it anymore?.
Override the overture. Behold the overwhelming power. Trampled and mangled. By the hordes of terror. . The process of death is our fate to be. From the skies blood drips like rain.
I rise from my trench. Blood rushing in my head. Out into no-man's land. Out to join the dead. . Sick of living. Unwilling to die. Killing. Just to stay alive.
The night erupts with the sound of small arms fire. Tracer rounds snakes through the air. Signal flares fly towards the sky. Prepare yourself for another assault.
Even if I act sometimes. Like a split personality. I am obsessed by you. Like a polypeptide of someone else's mind. . But I know I'd better sleep. Sleep into a land where I find.
Here comes the blue. A million tears gonna tear apart. What never shuts. A million spears gonna pierce your heart. . A thousand cuts. A million souls all running scared.