1. Chains

The optimist:
Controlled perception ignites our destiny
A brisk vision dances
In the body of dreams and liberty,
Errors are victims of external circumstances

The pessimist:
Errors are just a result of false hopes
In the chamber of actions
If you climb dreams with reality's ropes
Ambition will not drown in the sea of fiction

Contrapositions transmuted by the roller chain of attitudes
Transporting opinions in harmony with conscious moods

By the chains of death we're stigmatized,
Paralyzed,
Encircled by pernicious fire
By the chains of life we're mesmerized,
Hypnotized,
To embrace the element's choir

The optimist:
All the links are connected
With the magnetic pole of beauty
Where honesty is to be detected
By accepting the essence of ambiguity

The pessimist:
Beauty is a phenomenon to ease the pain,
Blue skies are just dots in the grey
Temporary illusions that will detain
You from living your life today

Are you able to manage your emotions?
Or are you climbing an imaginary tower
Do you watch reality through the window of erosion?
Through rotten fruits and withered flowers

2. Frequency Control

Building machines along the atmosphere
To rule the electromagnetic cavity
Consuming waves that cohere
Our thinking with our body

The brain rhythm is taken over,
Behaviour and mood is unbalanced
Disruption by an eerie mind rover
Transmitted through silent cadence

Technology at work from a distance
Inserting a message of dark journeys
Turning consciousness into a voidance,
Operating inside all frequencies
Until we're slaves to this maligant industry

Manipulated, contaminated
The senses can't be trusted
Inflated, accumulated
The thoughts are crusted
With a wanton essence

Satellites monitoring the program
They orbit our perception
Implanting a signal that shams
The consciousness, to deny the interception

We act like robots: still human but with corrupted souls
Movement through commands from an unknown remote control
Sanity is spiralling out of control

3. Dear Frenzy!

I've left the cave of aberration
Tearing the edge of noxious
Dreams, transmuted my mind's sensation
Trying to stop the devastating colossus

I've alienated myself from you and your conditions
Tearing down the walls of fear
Your aim is to permanently bleak my vision,
I'm fighting to keep the sight clear

Still I'm responding to your signal
Coming from a disturbed gree
Forged in the fire of its regnal
It's like a mental decree

Dictated by an unknown codex
Or by a substance, injected by the environment?
Changing the motional context
Steering calmness to the boarders of excitement

When all the cells carry the flag of fury,
Supported by guilt and shame
Wandering around in a world, miry
And formless where emotions are aflame

Drifting into the palace of emptiness
Cannot break the cycle
Welcomed by frenzy's passionate kiss
At the hallway that leads to the oracle
Of madness!

4. Pain Parade

It's time to leave conformity
'Cause we're all freaks in the eyes of perfection
Imprisoned by our own stupidity
To reach a pretentious satisfaction

But your lies can no longer fool me
I'm already sailing with the ship of "fools"
Running away from your whimsy,
With reasoning as my sharpest tool

Resurgence with a thousand shades
Restructuring the fake charade
It's the dawn of a new crusade
Let's join the pain parade

Derision of the conservatively pale
Incipience of a brighter sun
All my senses slide along this rail
As the parade marches on

Resurgence with a thousand shades
Restructuring the fake charade
It's the dawn of a new crusade,
Let's join the pain parade

5. Machination (The Kallocain Protocol)

Feeding fear in mind and hand
To control every thought
Using chemical tools to understand
What the instigator sought

Like a relentless and fierce machinery,
No more secrets to tell!
It creates perfect chicanery,
Feelings of a collective well

Until the civilisation is encased
In a friendship based of trepidation
Where mendacious elements must be erased
Based on accusation that are constructed by torsion

A world state under a universal state
Where productivity is eating up creativity
A place where the persona mutates
Into an empty shell of mechanic activity

Until we're lashed by the chains of doom,
Whipped at society's atrium
The echoes fill every room
As we're hammered by the sound of ruin's drum

6. Collision And Collapse

Decrease of symmetry
Increase of energy
The structures of downfall are expanding
It's like an endless curse
Throughout the universe,
Every process is colliding

Break down, crack up, crumble and explode
Cave in, crash, collapse and corrode

A subverting force
From a burning source
Controlled by uncontrolled accretion
Is consuming us,
Planetary chaos
A reward to the human deletion

And this is just a fraction
Of the events that mind and hand can't defeat
We're crossing through the flaming intersection
Where the all the parameters are set to "repeat"

Invasion
Of radiation
No meaning to decipher its code
In the interior
And the exterior
Collapse: is the new mode

It's pealing the surface of all relationships:
Synform/antiform/dark/light
Impact craters illuminate the eclipse
That has tuned the day to night

It swallows the sun
It shatters everyone

7. Earthquaker

We can't escape from inexorable results
When our thoughts support convection
Honouring the noneage cult,
Draining the fountains of reflection

Feeling the wolves of numbness
All systems seek stasis
We are drunk by feebleness
As we blend this poisonous crasis

The world is out of joint
No return at this point

Shaking the foundation of objects secure,
Peaking every scale
With implored abilities, still trying to move the core
Sending out waves that will derail
The substance that creates us

We are the doom makers
We are the star breakers
We are the earthquakers

This mental landslide seems invisible
From solid to liquid without our attention
Blindfolded in megalomania's tunnel
Until a raging avalanche becomes our latest invention

8. Mekanisk Är Själen

Mitt kreativa kaos ströps av utsidans
Formaterade och begränsade mönster
Och låste genius till en plats på insidan,
Bakom samhällets gallerfönster

Min sinnliga rörelsemängd
Blev en passiv deltagare i ett spel
Metodisk stöpt i smutsens ängd,
Där girighetens massa är källans största del

Så, galenskapen blev mitt vapen,
Från statik till dynamik
Ett kraftmoment med psykiska instrument
För att bli fri från fördärvets slaveri

Ty, mekanisk är själen
Om inspirationens brunnar sinar
Och anden blir likt trälen,
En potential som bryts ned och förtvinar

Mekanisk är själen
Om livscykeln skapas av andras stilistik
Den söndrar de inre kärlen
Med koordinerad taktik

Jag blev förmanad och förmenad,
Av ett strikt system förstenad

I mental svärta och djupt konfys,
Ett hjärta som vägde tungt som bly
Men genom galenskapens elektrolys
Fann jag åter landskapen vidgas och gry