Тексты песен INITIAL STATE

Abort the soul. Plant the seed. The natural state fall casualty. Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods... Icons worshiped. Lobotomize. Forked tongues. Slivered spines. Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods... Shout

There is only one solution. Utter annihilation of this one parasitic abomination. The words can only be the fuse. The bomb it must be real. The idea made of flesh and only then, to break the steel.

Punish the crime, let pain come this night. If no man survives, let man take his prize. He forfeits his life, let death be his wife. At his right hand gave blight to his left give him strife.

Your civilization is crumbling. Collapsing upon itself. Collapse! Collapse! Your civilization is crumbling. Collapsing upon itself.

In the quest beyond mere existence our lives are our resistance. In the quest beyond the final solution our death is the only revolution. Humanity hangs on the cross of despair. Only the sun sees ou

A million eyes turn up and pierce the sky. A glimpse into oblivion. The irrelevance of time. Eclipse... Eclipse... Eclipse... Eclipse... Can we blot the sun? Are we so strong after all? Worshipping

And still we must resist. We have nothing to celebrate, break the silence. We have nothing to celebrate, break the silence. And still we must resist. For 500 years, every promise broken. For 500 year

You would bring another into the vile machine? One more mouth among the billions to hang agape in need. Another nail into the coffin of a planet bursting at the seams Such a price you ask to soothe y

We are the new people. We are the old people We are the same people. Wiser than before Water it feeds us. Fire to forge Air for outstretched wings. The earth it heals We are the new tribes. We are

The first mosquito that bites hardly annoys. Ten billion parasites sucking leave the most choking. The conquest nearly absolute nothing left for science to reproduce... (We are) our own pesticide. A

Inconceivable it is that somewhere on earth a land exists untouched by civilization's hand. Try as we might to peer through the folds of the death grip. The overwhelming human tide surging forwa