1. |
Parasite
03:20
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We are the parasites,
On the back of man,
We were once loved,
Now we give birth to their end,
It draws so close, it draws so near,
I can feel we're almost here,
There's nothing left,
All our souls so bare,
Just shells of what we were,
The blood we drink,
The flesh we consume,
We are the dead,
And you will be soon.
Primal infection, dirty parasite,
Parasite, parasite,
Primal deviation, ending civilization,
We are the bloodied new dawn.
The blood we drink,
The flesh we consume,
We are the dead,
And you will be soon.
This is not a dream,
There is no salvation,
There is no love,
Only systemization.
We are the damned,
But so are you,
Don't try to fight it,
You know it's true,
The end is so close,
We're almost there,
And there's nothing left,
Of our souls so bare,
We are the shells,
Of what you were,
And now it's time,
Life is but a blur.
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2. |
Infection
03:00
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The infected, The hollow shells,
Once human, never more,
Haunting my dreams, haunting my dreams,
There faces will never leave my mind,
What do you expect to see in the future,
A reality where hope is gone?
The bodies find themselves scattered,
Faces contorted, bodies distorted,
Shattered dreams haunted by spectres
I was born to die, I just didn’t know it yet.
In this nightmare reality,
What difference does it make,
We were all destined to die,
Shed a tear for your friends,
And now we all get high.
We are the lost,
We are the cold,
We the nobodies,
That walk this world,
There’s nothing that much left,
Nothing’s nothing left for us
Now we walk this Earth,
Roaming with the dead.
On the fumes of our disease,
We cower on our hands and knees,
Little can be said or done,
We have already been undone.
That is all I see today,
That is all I see this way,
Sometimes you gotta look forward
When all you want to do is look back,
Don’t give in, just don’t give in
Don’t give in, to the infection
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3. |
Sociopath
04:05
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I felt the need for plastic skin,
It's all that I need,
To remind me of what I am,
Off what you feed me
Wretched bile stained teeth,
As I vomit my disgrace,
That begins to consume,
Me at this rapid pace,
Leading me to my doom,
If it’s not me, it will be you soon.
“It's not your life to loose,
So let me take your place,
I’ll bury myself in your grave,
Then you won’t have to,
I’ll be you corpse whore,
Let me let cheat you death”
I am the the devil in the divine threesome,
I am the whore you wish you could become,
I am the one who's love just never seem to stay away
A skeleton in the closet,
Nothing will keep me closer,
I'm right in your face,
Ready to take a taste,
When you’re about to fall
Don't you see life aint fair,
But don't be worried,
I'll kill you slowly.
This world doesn't breath,
For you to achieve,
Who do you expect from me?
I am the the devil in the divine threesome,
I am the whore that you could never become,
I am the one who's love would never seem to stay,
I am the one who just won't seem to go away.
Are you blessed by obssession
So you can’t see my deception
Locked in a state of disgrace
But you always wanted me
To take my place
Little did you know
I would be taking yours
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4. |
Bone Harvest
03:04
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Sleeping within my traphold,
Faceless abominations show themselves,
Eating away at the heart of I,
The throat of man I will grasp,
With a ravishing grimness we will destroy,
Love is the only wretched one here,
Fleeting are these thoughts that l fear,
I can’t resist this permanence,
I can’t risk my thoughts,
I can’t hear my relief,
There is no salvation for the weak!
Consuming, I can always hear them,
They want to live
Consuming, can always hear them,
Walking among these shells
Condemned to the gallows
Condemned to these shadows
Were any of us ready for this hell?
Holding my arm like a razorblade,
Keeping my signature forged in deceit,
We live only for when we meet
Burn away my faceless intentions,
For I am the abomination,
There is no salvation for me,
Though I was not born weak!
How did I get hear? Trapped with these pitiful souls
Lost ambitions? Lost directions?
How did I get hear? Trapped with these wastes
I was never destined to for the destitute
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5. |
The Solemn
04:44
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God doesn't know what it's like to be human at all
Cause if he did he certainly would fall
He would fall, he would fall,
Instead of watching us burn away
Somewhere in this sick world,
We will find a place where we belong,
We are we we are the damned,
Cursed to walk this wretched land,
But were we ever that strong?
Or were we just wrong
Our patience is eroding away,
What do you have to say?
We are bred like rabbits in disguise,
We’re all caught in our own web of lies,
None of that matters now,
Nothing can stop us now,
None of that matters now,
Nothing can stop us now,
We are all hell bent on our own collapse,
We are all here by our own judgement lapse,
What does it mean anyway,
When there’s no clear pathway,
For us to try and survive.
None of that matters now,
Nothing can stop us now,
None of that matters now,
Nothing can stop us now.
Freedom is only an illusion,
We'll never escape their intrusion,
The weak will never be able to regulate,
And this is what it will take,
And this is what it will take.
Should we be able to escape,
What we wrote for our own fate,
Or should we be burned off the map.
And in the end we cannot stop,
We push, we tear, we fight, we rape,
Time to pay for what we take.
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6. |
The Descent
01:33
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7. |
Paradox Gene(ration)
05:13
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Where are we, just a backwards generation,
Where are we, just another third rate species,
[Chorus]
What do we breath for?
But to replicate the disease,
What do we die for?
For whatever we believe
Is there no cause, no clause, no hope?
Is there no reason to open your mind?
Are we just the failed creations
Ready for our eternal disaster
A coupling of forces divine
A chaos of the human mind
Do you dream as I,
Of a time where there is no more places
Looking into the past, for our supposed future,
Instead of learning from our mistakes
Reverse engineering the reverse engineered,
Destroying the indestructible,
Bastardizing the pure,
We are the paradox gene!
Where are we, backwards generation,
Where are we, just another third rate species,
Looking into the past, for our supposed future,
Instead of learning from our mistakes
But bound to repeat, the same failures as our masters,
And then we'll meet their fate.
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The faces of all of them,
Painted across the windows,
Dead cars with dead souls,
No drive, no more will to live,
Trapped to die in their shells,
Lost in the wreckage of yesterday,
Drained faces lost in their stare,
Lost, going nowhere,
These are the bones of the lost,
Now they pay their cost.
Dreams of their eyes,
Dreams of their souls,
No way to describe their evil,
Haunting me throughout the night,
Tossing turning in fright,
Is my soul redeamable?
Am I saveable
Or am I just a lost cause
Unable to accept this world
I thought I was
The only one
But now I realize I was never really here
Dreams of their eyes, their rotted lost gaze,
Watching me as I pass their lost metal maze,
Their faces haunting me throughout the night,
No way to escape, not with all of my…
I can only wander so long
Just let these nightmares be gone
Or am I condemned to this frightening reality?
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10. |
Sleepless
03:29
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Hey you, you walking shadow,
Upon one’s fucked scars
Where do you think you belong,
Are you among the strong,
Are you one of us…
One of us… one of us….
There is only one way for us to know
Final test, test test,
Everything breaks down,
This is the final solution,
Us versus them,
What do you think you deserve!
Fuckoff!
Hey you, you walking shadow,
Sometimes you…
Where do think you belong
Are you fucking strong
Are you one of us
Are you one of us
One of us, can you fucking cunt,
Can you!
There is no salvation,
There is no salvation,
You are just a shadow, a fucking…
You are a… you are a…
Fucking shadow!
Hey you, fucking shadow!
Sometimes just you…
Where do you fucking belong!
Are you fucking strong!
Are you one of us...
Are you one of us...
Shut your fucking mouth you fucking cunt!
Before you lose it...
Shut your eyes!
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11. |
Stillbirth
06:55
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12. |
Bloodcurlin'
01:58
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13. |
Misanthrope
02:54
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Dissonance in my cranium
Leading me down this path of delusion
I only crave your flesh in this frenzy
Consumed by these unholy spirits
Sacrifice was never my appetite
So I must fulfill the bloodletting of the voices
With the feast of innocence
All that is great is built on sorrow
Reject the illusion of tomorrow
Take what I want, take what I need
What what I want, what I need
It’s all the same thing to me
Despite the intrusion
As I enter this state
I feel so inhuman
Am I more welcome to the Undead?
Push yourself away
Every step of the away
How can I satisfy this need to destroy
Only will I be whole when I feel the sacrifice
Only the destruction of purity
Will finally fufill me
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14. |
Insomnia
03:57
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I feel myself slipping away,
Always to this graveyard,
Always to this graveyard,
My sacred place,
I can't keep away,
Once you have a taste,
A sweet yet bitter taste
Nowhere to go, no place to be
Just let the world fade away
Just let the world fade away
I just wait the day I join them,
I wait for the day I become the dead,
I just wait the day I join them,
Six feet under ready to drown.
How can I really see?
How can I believe?
When hallucinations meet reality
Is there something real?
Behind my masquerade?
Or has the illusion consumed the truth
You think you subsist, for your subexistance
But you don't know anything
You are just fly, on the wall
Watching as swatter comes to fall
You think you know, you know something
But you’re just an empty vessal of nothing
Cold and alone the world leaves you
Sleepless night build to insanity
This is the world we have
Broken, barely worth surving for
Haunted, I was always haunted
By own reflection
But now it’s just walking corpses
I barely have time
To contemplate my suicide
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15. |
Final Solution
04:07
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Hey you walking shadow,
I don’t wanna know what you're about,
Hey you walking shadow,
You’re the only one that makes me feel alive,
Of what was once us,
Where do you belong,
Where do you belong,
Where do you belong,
Where do you fucking belong,
Where do you belong,
Where do you belong,
Where do you belong,
Where do you fucking belong,
You don’t deserve this life you were given,
You are just a pitiful piece of shit,
Not given fucking wit,
Don’t you deserve more (no you don’t),
Don’t you deserve nothing,
You are a pitiful species,
And we are your solution,
You were never meant to be alive,
And we return to help,
To the Qliphoth,
To the Qliphoth.
Are you among the strong,
Are you one of us.
There is only one way for us to go,
And this is the final show,
Everything breaks down to this,
This is the final solution,
OF them and us
What do you think you deserve,
What do you think you deserve,
This is our world not yours,
This is what we our,
You cannot claim this for yourself,
This has gone on for far to long,
Supremacy of the ultimate being,
The pitful messiahs!
The pitful messiahs!
The pitful messiahs!
The pitful species...
Things have gone on for to long,
They can't gone... they can't go on,
This is the final solution,
This is the breaking point..
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16. |
The End
03:30
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Jenova Project Langley, British Columbia
Jenova Project has been around since 2005, going through many incarnations and band lineups. However the only stable and consistent member has been theProphet, who has dictated the vision and story of the project since the beginning. Detailing an epic story that takes place over billions of years, it all starts with a journey to save the human species... leading to all of mankind's eventual doom. ... more
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