I am human, cold spectated
Thoughts of myself, mean existence
I have conquered earth on my cerebral ways
Trial and error with its random decays
Waiting - perfection to come
Hoping - mankind in freedom
Research - the truth a sum
Create - a racial kingdom
Slave the weak with force and mind the human rights
Exploit without remorse, dear animal good night
We feed, delete, greed more to eat, the seed is meat, lead the new breed to death and then repeat, we'll finally suceed
Your skin is in, I live within, I cram you fat while I am thin, I love your naked chin, suits perfect to my grin
What you offer, I'm in clover, what you can be, I use for me
Efficient industry, KILL-high technology, no use for empathy, no splashing blood to see
We consume clean, no suffering seen, won't waste a thing(hair and bones and flesh and GELATINE)
Do you remember when? Racial killings again... Won't waste a thing(hair and... bones and... GOLDEN TEETH!)
I can make you cease to be
But why should I?
credits
from Modus Humanis,
released September 1, 2009
Produced by Ralf Müller, Co-Produced by Vaulting
Recorded at Rape Of Harmonies Studios Triptis and Schmoelln
Mixed by Patrick W. Engel and Ralf Müller
Mastered by Patrick W. Engel
Rape Of Harmonies, Germany 2009
All Music written by Vaulting
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego