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Grendel Album


Harsh Generation (2007)
2007
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Outro
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Intro

[No lyrics]

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Synthetic systems, merging hybrids
New technologies
Rhythms of violence, cutting through
Your core like a disease
Inserting implants, neural stimulants
Deep in your mind
Synapses burning
As we're living by the bassline

Harsh generation, we'll tear
Your world apart
Sign of the times, this is
The coming of a new kind
Harsh generation, we'll tear
Your world apart
This is the rise, this is
The coming of a new kind

The bodies working to that driving
Beat those driving thoughts
The hearts are fueled by rage
Without defeat, without conform
Drums pounding forth in heat
To scorch your skin, to rip your mind
There is no rest
As we're living by the bassline

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Fast spreading disease
Wasting away for a meaningless deathkey
Slow dawning, minds sleep
Hypnotized drones of an imminent decree

We bury our last hopes with ease
We're all a part of this violentry machine
No running, no sanctuary
There is no feeling from this imminent decree

Over the borders, across the lines
We are bridging this void malign
The data speaks, we make our time
We are bridging this void malign

Infection, increased
Wasting away for a meaningless deathkey
Slow dawning, minds sleep
Hypnotized drones of an imminent decree

We bury our last hopes with ease
We're all a part of this violentry machine
No running, no sanctuary
There is no feeling from this imminent decree

Over the borders, across the lines
We are bridging this void malign
The data speaks, we make our time
We are bridging this void malign

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Nucleotides, the sequence breaks
Amino acid primes, a terror so great
Dead cells, tagged stream
Convicted bodies with a suicide gene

Rage born of scorn
Mother to daughter - and father to son

Crossfire, blood runs
Our fate is sealing
In the striving of the judged ones

With the fourth division
Spreading violent ground
Now both Cain and Abel
While the lambs are drowned
With seven sins
And eleven sons
We're bearing the burden
We're the dying - we're the judged ones

Lethal vex, the code is breached
Fight for survival in this virulent siege
Dead cells, tagged streams
Convicted bodies with a suicide gene

Rage born of scorn
Mother to daughter - and father to son

Crossfire, blood runs
Our fate is sealing
In the striving of judged ones

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This condition, the volatile instincts
This curse, a burden we bare
For all the moments we love
And all the battles we wage
The atavistic traits,
Our frail condemned psyche

Convicts of virtue and convicts of vice
Convicts of death and the convicts of life
Convicts of darkness and convicts of light
Convicts of peace and the convicts of strife

Above the logic we see
Above the men we are
The remnants
The ghosts in the machine

Above the logic we are
Above the men we'll be
The remnants
The ghosts in the machine

This attrition, the verdict we're given
This curse, the affliction we need
For all the moments we love
And all the battles we wage
The atavistic traits,
Our frail condemned psyche

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Rising affliction in an age
Of cataclysmic war
In desolation, no flesh is saved
Biomechanic automatic A.I. lifeform
The fate decided, the pain so great

Divine correction coming
From your new rival god
Pray for forgiveness where there is none
Biomechanic automatic A.I. lifeform
Your fate is given, your hope is none

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I like it dirty, twenty four seven
I like it dirty, I love it
Do ya want to get dirty with me?
I'll be your little bitch
I've been waiting for you
Talk dirty to me
Cause you know baby, I'll be your little whore
And I'll be damn good at it

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- How the fuck are you gonna make me feel better?

- Don't yell at me!

- "Don't yell at you?" You fucking egotistical bitch!
You come here with this fucking self-righteous shit;
You gonna find some words in that book that are gonna make me feel better?
Gonna make everything alright?

Suck on this!

I need to break away
From all the words you say
From all the deeds you've done
From all the faith you break

I need to get away
From all the time you waste
From all the rage you bring
From all the hope you take

This is a part of me
So deep inside of me
Engines fueled by your scorn
I want you to hate this

Hate this
You motherfucker!
Hate this
You know who I am?
Hate this
You motherfucker
Hate this
Hate this

You think you know about hate?
You think you know about anger, motherfucker?

Suck on this!
Suck on this!
Suck on it, how's that feel?

I hate you!

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Rapid degradation, trapped in the network
Social stimulus of man through machine
Without authority, a manifestation
A raging kernel of an outspoken breed

Cortex combined
The systems connected
Neural floodgates
The melding proceeds

Senses entwined
The merging of vision
Neural floodgates
The melding proceeds

The notion that nature can be calculated
inevitably leads to the conclusion that
humans too can be reduced to basic mechanical parts

Low life
High tech
The vectors in control
Long live the new flesh

Low life
High tech
Raising the mortal coil
Long live the new flesh

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Outro

[No lyrics]

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