Reclaimer EP

by SYZYGIA

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released July 30, 2013

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Track Name: Self-serving Hivemind Parasite
Parting the flesh to probe an entry.
Navigating the framework with a diseased touch.
Infectious contact, passing decay effortlessly.
Numbing the mind to dissolve free will.
Bathing thoughts with its acid,
to liquify the very substance that binds us as one,
and grants us the keys to the stars.

This is the protocol that the hive mind parasite employs.
With it, the omnipotent nightmare intends to destroy.

A plague spread throughout the masses guiding our misdirection.
Turning us to handicapped slaves consumed by parasitic infection.

An unseen force suppressing the godlike energy locked within.
A vice on the soul of the populous, spreading our defiance thin.

Turning us to soldier components of obscenity, hate, and greed.
Each a drone fragment of a hulking death machine.

Arrogance hand in hand with the destruction of free thinking man,
but we will stand against such arrogance.
To think we wont ascend above the noise and kill the worms.
Now it ends.

Now it ends.

We the people who refuse to be bound,
to be bound by these chains,
must awaken from this dreamlike state,
and focus our endless disdain.

No longer a host for this ignorant sin.
We will rip the pathogenic spores from beneath our skin.
This is where we take a stand,
against what you are,
against what you've built;

Parasite.
Track Name: Apathocracy
An unseen hand; Guiding pawns through a living hell.
Leading the blind into the maw of the beast;
And as shadows they forever dwell.
Days drag along with a confused sense of time;
Years smear together as we remain unaligned.

Immaterial existences; Shrouded in a hazy veil.
Ethereal pieces; Following a weathered trail.
Lethargy reigning supreme;
Apathy to the greatest degree.

Fragmented souls and imprisoned minds;
We are anything but free.

We mull over the idea of fluidity, but remain completely still.
We long for greater life, but abandon the power of will.

Sadness overwhelms and darkness ensues.
Such a task to overcome when nothing seems to move.

When the more you question, the more you feel enslaved.
Break the chains which keep us restrained.
No regard for our salvation, from the kings of fabrication.
Born to serve a bastard nation as slaves to apathocracy.
Selfishness is driving us downward into a void of disarray.

Apathy must be conquered or in this hell we will stay
Abandon your comfort, its only borrowed time.

Reckless and blind, lacking empathy is the only true crime.
Be aware of the chaos surrounding you and break free with us.

Climb the ladder to the top and topple those who've blocked our ascent to higher cognition.

Extend a hand to all denied their rightful passage to prosperity and build on the graves of tyrants.
Track Name: Capacity
This world was once a beautiful place,
free of the touch of a vile and virus race.
A pristine state, which has vanished without a trace.
Now a deserted mechanism configured of lasting disgrace.
A pristine state which has vanished without a trace.
Now a lifeless ball of dust, compiled of human waste.

Anti existence; dysfunction; consistent inconsistency.
An anti system derived from an endless latency.

Shining with brilliance is a world of dreams which waits to be realized.
Move forward or fossilize; dissipate or materialize.
When faced with destruction we must prevail before we tear apart tomorrows skies.
Look upward, to the stars in the heavens that we've fallen from,
with open eyes.

Anti existence; dysfunction; consistent inconsistency.
An anti system derived from an endless latency.

Counting down the days. Is it our destiny to remain?
Or is it to return to the cosmos, from which everything came? x2

Despite our capacity for self destruction,
some of us still look to the stars for solace and direction.
Perhaps out of a hope that something is looking back and wondering:
"Will we find a part of ourselves out there among the galaxies?"
Look the stars for solace.
Look to the stars for direction.
Track Name: Purge
What purpose does authority serve when the rule itself is corrupt?
How could we allow them a seat upon their throne,
when all the power in the world wasnt fucking enough?
Corrupt rule corrupting, conditioning dysfunction.
Dragging us through the filth and the dirt,
defiling us with destruction.

A nest of rats filled with vermin.
Breeding itself throughout every home in the land.
Brainwashing with false sermon.

Destined from a tainted birth;
Human meltdown polluting all of the earth.

Invisible demigods drunk on delusion.
The cowards hide themselves away from the world amidst our confusion.

Para-politically mandated enslavement.
Geopolitical tyranny determining all of the arrangements.

Sociopaths wielding weapons of mass destruction.
Force feeding self serving,
We've no use for your fucking indoctrination.

If we could sleep forever you would still be in our nightmares x4

We're hellbent on wasting our days.
Persistent half lives digging early graves.
Never taking chances on the questions we ask.

A reckless confusion guiding our every move.
Blind faith or methodical restructuring, we must choose.

Why always too late?
Why victims of unreached potential?

How can we ever hope to reach the stars,
if we cannot escape routine?
The sands of time will stop.
With this sword we'll break the hourglass.

Purge the infestation.
The time for reclamation has come.

(Jeff: How can we ever hope to reach the stars if we cannot escape routine? The sands of time will stop, and with this sword we'll break the hourglass.)

Purge.