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Product
05:14
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Reordain, remake, recall
Render useless any order
Revise the plan, play god
Sabotage, bring the fall
Crush the sick, the weak, the old
Spew out the new mold
Subdued to labor
Subdued to Hell
Redefine humans
To a mass of cells
Reordain, remake, recall
Render useless any order
Revise the plan, play god
Sabotage, bring the fall
Make it perfect, make it right
Don’t like the color? Throw it out
Deny the random, kill the odds
Spit out the new world
Crush the sick, the weak, the old
Puke out the new mold
Subdued to labor
Subdued to Hell
Redefine humans
To a mass of cells
Deny the random, kill the odds
Crush the feeble, the frail, the old
Puke out the new mold
Subdued to labor
Subdued to Hell
Redefine humans
To a mass of cells
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Abuse the Used
04:30
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Fever
Virus outbreak
In poverty-stricken population
Convenient targets marked for trial
Corrupted politics, easy denial
In this Third-World country
Humans used as rats in laboratory
Murdering you for economy
Abuse the used
For chemical progression
High profits
Adoration
Business as usual
Regulations are bendable
Exploiting the weak for simulation
Population: expendable
Gold fever, speculation
Ravenous corporation
Cover-up, brought to trial
Blackmail, in denial
Murdered the weak for economy
Abuse the used
For clinical progression
High profits
Adoration
Business as usual
Regulations are bendable
Exploiting the weak for simulation
Population: expendable
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Wasteland
05:15
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Architects of pain in a wasteland of sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Stand in line to get your next fix
Buy more stuff while the clock ticks
Spit out the waste
Build it not to last
Throw it in haste
Life is ruining fast
Architects of pain in a wasteland of sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Fall in line
Receive your death wish
Drain the well dry
Burn the house to dust
There is no second try
No recoup from the cost
Spit out the waste
Build it not to last
Throw it in haste
Life is ruining fast
Architects of pain in a wasteland of sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Bleed the system dry
Turn all wealth to rust
There is no second try
No return from the dust
Walk the line to get your next fix
Fall in time to breed your own death
Bleed the system dry
Turn all wealth to rust
There is no second try
No return from the dust
Spit out the waste
Build it not to last
Throw it in haste
Life is ruining fast
Architects of pain in a wasteland of sorrow
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Surge of Fire
04:39
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Whispers of doom in the waves of silence
Weight of the unseen is bending my spine
Fields of your thoughts
Burning my brain and scorching my skin
Wired to motion, unable to breathe
Shaking and sweating hypersonic feeds
Surge of fire
Running through me from
Your towers of power
Whispers of doom in the breakthroughs of science
Mechanical sun is scorching my eyes
Fields of your thoughts
Burning my brain and tearing my skin
Wired to motion, unable to breathe
Shaking and sweating hypersonic feeds
Surge of fire
Running through me from
Your towers of power
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5. |
Snakes of Creation
06:45
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Born in rage, bred through torment
Heir to the Grand Snake
Taught to hate, bleed in combat
Acid in my gut, needles in my brain
Walk through fire, breathe in the pain
I am Saint
Right wing pawn spreads radical views
Brain-dead weapon of light
Slithering the slums of every nation
Watch out for the Snake’s creation
Right wing pawns feed on radical views
Lashing out with fiery psalms and a burning cross
A blaze in a furious sky
Slithering the House of every nation
Watch out for the Snake’s creation
Poisoning the hearts of populations
Make way for the Snakes of Creation
Wallow in wealth, feast on the fruit of the Snake
Shrouded in lies, true beacon of light
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Fracture
04:50
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A fracture appeared in your mind
A thought crawled into place
Where you found
Your ground for grace
A weakness used by wrong minds
Exploited to place
The seed of doubt
In your garden of grace
A failure to connect with the ground
Your brain took away
A belief quite unsound
Common sense to decay
Reaching a trancelike state
They know not
Preaching snow white haze
To defraud
Burning fiery gaze
Leader of a hateful lot
Growing at alarming rate
The fracture opened in your mind
Thoughts flowed into place
When the ground
Was taken away
The lunatics of our time
Exploited their fame
To connect with the grime
A new world to claim
Reaching a trancelike state
They know not
Preaching snow white haze
To defraud
Burning fiery gaze
Leaders of a hateful lot
Growing at alarming rate
To be forever etched in your mind
Divine words set in place
High up above the ground
Reality fades away
Reaching a trancelike state
They know not
Preaching snow white haze
To defraud
Burning fiery gaze
Leaders of a hateful lot
Growing at alarming rate
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7. |
The Slumber
04:57
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Slumbering deviation
Awakened now, stimulation
What you are, an indication
Undignified aberration
I will defy
Arrogance is dragging you down
Down the road to bizarre malversations
Excessive how, your fabrications
Rule your life, a strange creation
In denial of your dementia
You’re sanctified
Depravation of the dignified
Arrogance is dragging you down
Down the hole in isolation
Slumbering deviation
Awakened now, if only for a moment
That’s what we are
Frozen in motion
Meaningless aberrations
Ignorance is pushing us down
Down the road to annihilation
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8. |
The Fortunate Few
04:54
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Eastern politics are driven by hatred of
Western policy that’s driven by fear
Trampling on the hopes of salvation
Thriving while you’re dying in muck
Sitting on a throne made of junk
Scavenging from the feast
Trampling on the hopes of salvation
The fortunate few
Have a plan for you
Ahead at every turn
The fortunate few
Have it laid out for you
A trap in every word
Ingesting all while you’re left to rot
Cities on their knees
It’s never enough
Swallowing an unbearable muck
Breathing in the foul air of mass consumption
The fortunate few
Have a plan for you
Ahead at every turn
The fortunate few
Have it laid out for you
A trap in every word
They’re thriving while you’re praying your God
The fortunate few
Have a plan for you
Ahead at every turn
The fortunate few
Have got it laid out for you
A trap in every word
Western politics are driven by hatred of
Eastern policy that’s driven by fear
Trampling on the hopes of salvation
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Spirit of Sulfur
04:34
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Quicksand words
Spitting at the face of decency
Grinding down the spirit
The tragedy of victory
No lie is too outrageous
Spitting at the face of democracy
Erosion of the Freedom Wall
Corrosion of Human Rights
Can we rectify?
Standing on the edge of a fall
Gather to mourn the end of an era
An air of confidence
Fanning the flames of violence
Lack of empathy
Spitting at the face of humanity
Any lie gets you attention
The tragedy of idiocy
Can we rectify?
Standing on the edge of a fall
Gather to mourn the end of an era
Trembling on the edge of a drop
Gather to witness the fall of arcadia
Quicksand words
Spitting at the face of decency
Grinding down liberty
The tragedy of victory
Will we rectify?
Standing on the edge of a fall
Gather to mourn the end of an era
Trembling on the edge of a drop
Gather to witness the fall of arcadia
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10. |
The Crowning Hour
05:07
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My mind is torn
Anguish is weighing down my steps
No standing tall
The light is dull, the world is bleak
Pain is all
Crippled by fear, leaching out death
He’s coming down
Bastard son of lies
Breathing out death for the great coming fall
Addiction to elation
Crawl to the light
Burning bridges to sanity
Congregation, addiction to submission
Hide behind the light
Burning bridges to sanity
Termination, fading social equality
Burning in the light
Global man-made insanity
You’re chanting scorn
Madness is guiding all your steps
You’re standing tall
Acting out of hate, your mind is weak
Pain to all
Crippled by fear, leaching out death
You’re coming down
Stench of decay on your breath
Addiction to elation
Crawl to the light
Burning bridges to sanity
Congregation, submission to addiction
Hide behind the light
Burning bridges to sanity
Domination, ending social equality
Running from the light
Global man-made reality
Crowning hour
Absurdity, a face familiar
Pound the pavement, parade
One nation’s charade
Pound the pavement, parade
One nation’s mass corruption
The great creation’s false pretention
Pound the pavement, parade
Appetite for destruction
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Vicious y s'en câlissait
Les croix gammées pour lui c'tait punk
Un m'ment donné y pognait pu
Le monde disait qu'y avait tué sa blonde
Sid Vicious 'tait innocent
Malcom cé t’un moron
Malcom c't’un douche
Malcom le nazi
Tout c'qu'y veut cé du cash
Sid Vicious 'tait innocent
Sid marchait su'l trottoir
S'est faite crisser en prison
Sid y cherchait le trouble
Y fesait ca comme du monde
Sid Vicious 'tait innocent
Vicious y s'en câlissait
Les croix gammées pour lui c'tait punk
« Vicious c't’un meurtrier »
Sid y mourra jamais!
Sid Vicious 'tait innocent
Sid Vicious was innocent
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Maudiir Montreal, Québec
Maudiir is a one-man black/thrash metal project. An outlet for observations on obedience and industrialization riddled with
man-made waste.
F. (ex-Deeply Confused, Tears for the Dead Gods) is also currently leading prog/thrash metal outfit Trinity Blast.
Maudiir is F.
Band logo by Dopesmoker www.instagram.com/dopesmokerink
All cover art by bergZ duborddelabille.blogspot.com
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