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Paradigm Shift

by Catacomb

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Everyone is at his mercy He ripped the skin off their faces He will forget their gazes He will forget their smiles No memories will remain and only his word be worth Empty talks as a routine “the other I am not” “They all tell me that I don't think about others But they are the ones who don't think about me” They were in the mud but a day, they resurfaced they don't need any more proof than the others Bring me the machine I will forget about the human face, egoism prevails Individualistic thinking, they will not erase The world is not interested in that Turn on the machine Yes, It hurts me! Turn of the machine(x5) Right now Now he feels a vile power inside him the dehumanizer corrupted a hemisphere of their brains which now slowly rot, worming, fermenting a lot of bile food from an ecosystem that will never flourish ruining their empathizing skills in an unrecoverable disorder We rejoice in an inner bond making it true and irreversible Contentmenting the sinister Built within us Since we are born Until we die Is the claim an allegory of someone already dead? Will we live forever in that cave? Will we die in that catacomb? Is there a rebuttal for the depersonalization at we called armor? Bring me the machine I will forget about the human face, egoism finally wins, i lose my control
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The world is overloaded. They perform a silent purge Statistics shows That there are people Who must suffer To save others A new age is coming Automation, automation Self-sufficient system Without soul and heart Superfluous Humanity Superfluous Humanity Few years left While they craft Machines that Exterminate The economy Few days left Only just say The automation begins I can’t find My new place In this kind of New ugly reality Useless are my hands Long ago they lost dignity This fucking disgrace of living this paradigm shift New age is here Automation, automation Self-sufficient system Without soul and heart More hunger, less work for me Out of the mart I am The crack between poors and richs Widens every minute, Meritocracy sucks
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Deformed was bare the rot of perception Copulated with tension Atonal breath of demons disarm neurons and take your brain to use in a self-floggin ambush Like damn stuck By the waters of dissonance And the head cracks And the ears bleed out Atonal breath of demons disarm neurons In a crazy vacum Deformed and naked was the root of perception Killed a self floggin ambush Like damn stuck By the waters of dissonance And the head cracks And the ears bleed out Skull crashed By the thousand tractor weells Melted brain In an agony and confusion The flesh is torn apart And the brain is diluted, Is the dissonant fraying killing everything with corrosion Deformed was bare the rot of perception Copulated with tension Atonal breath of demons disarm neurons Killed a self floggin ambush Like damn stuck By the waters of dissonance And the head cracks And the ears bleed out Dissonant fraying
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The symbiosis between power and pain Define the will of the human being The echoes of mistakes of the past Is the voice in the head of our present Suffocated in the darkest cave, c Consumed by self-hatred, I desperately to find myself, And meet the face of my worst demons I am the anguish, the lump in my throat The unjustified hatred, my frustration Full of hate, suffering a life like a death I need to see the world suffer as much as I do That guides us To the beginning I don't need anyone I don't care anything People are just pawns And i'm not afraid to sacrifice everyone My eternal return to chaos The relapse to my fears.  Surrendered again to the Darkness of my soul I feel in despair, With anxiety Full of anger Will transform me Into my worst version Relapse to My hell Relapse to Sickness Relapse to Anger Relapse to Relapse to Me
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Death like resurgitation Trust in a box of sand That appears for make your trends and behavior In your constant illusion of isolation Video Politic is your faith, your moral Your thrust, your guide for nowwhere For nothing, Your life, your muse But you keeping choosing you don’t care the... ¡Epistemology of... Hey you! The bombernaut begins injected In your veins in the form of newness Deciding what is true, what is not Gradually shaping your opinion Question everything all you see I will make you believe that you do Ignore your sense, just buy my truth, the only truth With strikes of bad news, I mold your world With a full lobotomy, I mold your thoughts If you are and will be ok Don't care about your inner search, Your inner question, Knowledge And natural thinking of selfcare But if you wait for me an answer Or the result for anyone Maybe is the wrong way to your path We are just a portion of the engine Who believe in the constant Searching obsseded Say their names Say their fucking names Epistemology of news
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All the tears, and the pain, that you suffered Every rage attack, every scream, even your happiness The sadness, the hate, the pain is a fucking lie A personality programmed to be a slave to his oun mistakes Our conception of perception and more All is programed? Karma and luck don´t exists The answer of question of destiny Is in programming commands Knowledge will gran us freedom Madness and disease were also planned Oar was it just a binary number error My head starts to lose its sanity Was it the chaos our real existence? Will come the day when I die There I will know if the numbers are finite or not The rage of god is preset an AI sentenced us I see in the streets how the people pray to an admin This is the limit where the numbers end Is real? Or artificial? God exists? Really exists? Are you really sure of that? Was it the chaos the only real existence Will come the day when I die There I will know if the numbers are finite or not
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released August 24, 2023

Martin Marques - Drums
Maxi Rodriguez - Guitar
Matias Ibañez - Vocals
Alexis Alvarez - Bass

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