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Heretic's Fork

by Insect Radio

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1.
Purge 03:01
Fuck your gods, your emblems Fuck society's values Fuck your flags and borders This is a purge. Speeches of hate Make another choice for me Politicians consume human life and serve alive heads to dead heads. My anger's beyond my guilt. Eyes that don't see clear. This is a purge. For a positive approach To a carcass molestation I watch the news every night at 8 While I eat a corpse served in a plate Oh! Is this another rape? Look at that girl, she asked for it. A new success holds my nation's flag, making me proud for things I haven't done. My anger's beyond my guilt. Eyes that don't see clear. This is a purge. What do you see now? Is this another fail? What do you think now? Another hope betrays? What do you see now? Is this another lie? How do you feel now? A few more wasted lives. Is this the end of joke? Or it's another round? You want to sell me gold I want to pay with shit Pit me against moralities, against my own self I step on roses But thorns I prefer Under a sun that's too heavy for my shoulders.
2.
An essence of discomfort brings out the abnormal Instinctive corruption, a show that is sold out Deja vu moments with role distribution Remember the face Forget the name Pigs in the mud Decisions the hose Segno/Segno Stockholm Stockholm Bonded by rape Who holds the hammer and who is the false one Do make two questions but only one outcome. Passion and spark as time's verification Light in the eyes Flood in the mind Pigs in the mud Decisions the hose An obligation standing by arrogance On foundations built with lies and Kafkaesque guns Futuristic scenes enhancing the beliefs The world's on right tracks yet we need to kill the thieves. We need to kill the thieves Stockholm We need to kill the thieves Bonded by rape.
3.
One change that makes no difference Like a curse bound by blood ends up in the trash. It's the progression of human nature not to read their names in obituaries. Instinct Control Discipline Training. You hear but you don't listen Heretic's fork pierces your throat and chest You think you're awake enough but you're just sleepless. It's the progression of human nature not to read their names in obituaries. Anger Control Discipline Training. You're dead and that's a great achievement You've increased the amount of nothingness.
4.
Bottomless urn instead of mouth. A proverbial smile like the first scratch on a new car. Capitulate. Rapture! In control again. Moderate fracture. You're outside looking in. Turn a deaf ear. Straighten your tie, buy some ideas. Turn inside out and crawl. To no avail you fuck. Capitulate. Rapture! In control again. Moderate fracture. You're outside looking in. Observe your life, commit suicide. Labeled outsiders but inside. Insular progress I defy. Finders-keepers shot between their eyes.
5.
The evolution of our race has brought up newborn species I look around but I see familiar faces. Servitility has never been more requisite but Fools wear a crown and lead while a knife is stabbed on their backs. A notable achievement in the field of empty nothing You put some effort in and think you've created something. Having a breathless object that symbolizes freedom might bring you tears of joy, more than actual freedom. What you call a memory has once been a sensation Your leader will applaud, proceed to consummation. The mission to submission will give you a conviction The way you live your life needs no further explanation. You think you walk on fire and fire gets the blisters. You act like a bottom feeder, you beg to give assistance. Fucking with the right people to earn divine fame Will surely upgrade you to the bottom of the food chain. Dogma predators lurking. Fascist piece of shit reigning. Colored symbols infecting. What's against their life I call it life. Ghosts in flesh They can't afford any witnesses Hopes on crosses/old narcosis A negativity thrown in the circle of life. They're building fences with our expenses. If there's a mouth of madness we're staring into it. I wanna go, so let me go. We stab you with scissors but we're still not done. A legacy of old dogs.
6.
War grows within wars (let's go) Failed politics dancing on chalk outlines, let'em crawl Watch out, watch out, we burn our coffins now. Our century's a black mark Despair, desire and greed as one is a fire We're spots on pages covered with shit Some people think too much and others get it. Dead instead of bored, I chose. What warms you up from inside can also tear you apart. Watch out, watch out, we burn our coffins now. Come on, right now, sleep is a dose of death. We live submissive, a decadence of modern life My thoughts are war pigs, hunting and killing and skinning I've tasted blessings, I tasted your blood We burn our coffins, we turn our shelters into ash (now). We mourn no one. Cases open have to be shut. My virtues have dragged me to despair and pain and I feel no mercy at all. I'm watching the end of the two worlds known, it doesn't seem that the powerful fall. We count the dead and suck off their blood while the media upload. The darkness in my soul exists I'm gazing at her with bated breath A woman mingles with diverse My mind begins to fade away.
7.
Heavy shore on face Whisper of the waves Freedom in the air Salt in the lungs. There's no happy end to this tale Choose the water or the guns. What you wanna know Knowledge is a ghost Leave it all aside Wait for the ride We are in two separate worlds The division's just line. Is this now the hunting season? Are you a hunter or the game? Heavy choices made Burden to endure Evade the verbose Solitary flows There's a whisper in your ear. Is it true? Is it a dream? Quantity on top Salary's a prop Twenty days off Eyes stuck on watch The factories producing madness actually they're selling sadness Is this now the hunting season? Are you a hunter or the game? Sometimes the whispers turn into screams of vengeance. Cause you know you're out of season and you're wondering for the reason. Seems that you're another product of the same production line Is this now the hunting season? Are you a hunter or the game? There's no happy end to this tail Choose the water or the guns
8.
New cell compromised the absurd Holes on the wall rip your eyes Can't stand, forget the primordial cause Let down, feel like (you) fucked it all. This is the modern fraud Lives spent in giant spaces Delusion of control/But don't mind for a door. I am not fool therefore I am unsatisfied I work for propaganda I don't seek hall of lame Domination of domination's limitless Nostalgia and past's a well paid industry Bad workers consume great. Pure present's a march of past devouring future Dispute everything The most dangerous creature in this place must be you and fear of your own shade. Abnormal reality's what we truly live Don't go into the wild.
9.
Drawn between sinners by loyalty to God Forced to blame them. The unfaithful scatter seeds of pride I'll save them all. I'm the chosen one My god's right hand I feel so divine So is my plan An illusion's good excuse for execution God's will, I kill. Declaration of a holy war's stagnation Free will: killed An illusion's good excuse for execution God's will, I kill. Compensation's a bullet for my head(ache.) Called by my people to liberate the world Pride devoted Babies born at the wrong side of the wall A will to kill them all Hero on demand I have a gun I feel so divine So is my plan An illusion's good excuse for execution God's will, I kill. Declaration of a holy war's stagnation Free will: killed An illusion's good excuse for execution God's will, I kill. Declaration of a holy war's annihilation. Sold to spirits Acts of flesh I want things to move fast So I won't give a fuck My eternal and naive innocence detonates Snatches away all meaning to a deathly quietness.
10.
1982 03:19
Everything you love, which is nothing, I would sell it to you and kill you, Kill you for things you don't get, kill you Worship me like God, always nothing but still control lives, Blank eyes Deaf ears that's my creation, Blank minds A certain hostile perfection is a shotgun armed. Damaged beyond repair I am the worst counter-evidence for every view and theory in your head I am the worst Against the hollow men Callous people that throw empty words at you. If you take them seriously there's no end to it. I don't feed their arrogance, take my eyes off them When you die everything you know disappears. A life without revelation's no life at all.

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"Heretic's Fork" is Insect Radio's second album.

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released April 18, 2019

Produced by Insect Radio.
Mixed and mastered by Nikos Lavdas at Kiwi Studio.
Recorded at Ihovrihio Studio.
Sound Engineer: Vasilis Zampikos
Artwork and Graphic Design: Pemy Masouridi

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