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Future used to be a promise yet now feels like a threat.
We see in color, but we think in black & white.
Is this what passes for living?
A new culture is rising based on hymning sadness.
We convinced ourselves to settle for little, in exchange for quite & peace.
No greatest wrong than ignoring your wants.
We crossed paths already been crossed afraid of risking to win.
Future was awaited, now must be avoided.
Our ankles are swollen by chains we chained ourselves, getting heavier, unbearable.
Dissect the invisible hand.
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Vague explanations are hardly the truth.
You’re not supposed to adapt to false normalities.
Every day’s a fight that’s got to be taken.
We colored tolerance for insults as freedom of speech, accepted victim blaming & ostracized seekers of change.
Vague explanations are hardly the truth.
Casually ignorant of the privilege I look through,
casually ignorant of different angles.
Minimizing is just being subtly oppressive.
This is me talking about things I don’t know about, speaking on behalf of others, solving problems I’m not facing, declaring the only truth.
Casually ignorant of the privilege I look through,
casually ignorant of myself.
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Είναι ο αέρας που δεν ανακυκλώνεται.
Μια παγωμάρα παντού απλώνεται.
Είναι λες και σταμάτησε η γη να περιστρέφεται.
Γενιές και γενιές τα ιδία ψέματα.
Και είναι και πάλι η ζωή άλλη μια πρόκληση
γεμάτη από όνειρα, σκιές, σχεδόν ανέφικτη.
Μόνο στροφές που οδηγούν σε μια κατεύθυνση.
Είναι στο αίμα η αμφιβολία από τη γένεση.
Άρχων ο χρόνος, το θήραμα, η παγίδα,
η προσμονή, βράχος και καταιγίδα,
αιώνιος πόλεμος, έρως, ελπίδα.
Αφήνει σημάδια, δρόμος στρωμένος από αγκάθια.
Μπρος γκρεμός, άλλο ένα εμπόδιο και αυτό.
Στα δύσκολα βαφτίζεται κάθε αρχή της ημέρας.
Ο δρόμος σχηματίστηκε, τον βλέπει και ο τυφλός.
Η δύναμη της θέλησης αλλάζει τα δεδομένα.
Πίσω, άλλο ένα ρέμα φέρνει εμπειρίες από άλλες εποχές.
Αλίμονο στα χάδια που κρύβουνε φοβέρα.
Αλίμονο στα δάκρυα που πνιγούν την ανάσα, αλίμονο.
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Worlds laid to waste in their trails, the victims dehumanised
Cursed be the land by their touch
Slowly the knot’s getting tightened, while their grasp is widened
As they thrive on our fear
We’re all to blame for unleashing the beast
Where the real power lies
Selfishly voting for profit, look where it got us
Where the real power lies
Armed with a cloak and dagger, in the shadows they rule
They judge and they execute
Controlling every aspect on earth restricting our liberties
They haunt us in our sleep
We’re all to blame for unleashing the beast
Where the real power lies
Selfishly voting for profit, look where it got us
Where the real power lies
There is poison in the well
A putrid smell
There is poison in the well
A putrid smell
There is poison in the well, there is poison
There is poison, a putrid smell, in the well
There is poison in the well, there is poison
There is poison, a putrid smell, in the well
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released March 29, 2019
All songs were recorded, mixed & mastered at Huge4 Studios in Karditsa, Greece by Achilleas Kaminiotis in 2018.
Original artwork & layout made by Alex CF (
www.artofalexcf.com).
“Dissect the invisible hand” & “Casual ignorance” are composed & originally performed by Procrastinate.
Lyrics are written by Procrastinate.
“Δύσπνοια” is composed by Dyspnea.
Re-arranged & originally performed by Procrastinate.
Lyrics written by Dyspnea.
Guest vocals by Stelios from Dyspnea.
“Poison In The Well” music & lyrics by Myteri with additional vocals by Thanos Mitras.
“Dom Får Aldrig Mig” music & lyrics by Asta Kask.
Co-released by Alerta Antifascista Records(DE), Phobia Records(CZ), Halvfabrikat Records(SE) & Nothing to Harvest Records(GR).
