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Non Human Level: "Non Human Level" – 2005

энциклопедия: Non Human Level

Состав группы:

  • Christofer Malmström – гитара, бас
  • Peter Wildoer – вокал
  • Ryan Van Poederooyen – ударные

Non Human Level: "Non Human Level" – 2005

Композиции:

  1. Divine Creation Of Void
  2. Personal Hell
  3. Windows On The World
  4. The Second Plane
  5. Instincts
  6. Journal Of A Nightmare
  7. Water
  8. Untrustable Surface
  9. The Genetic Failure
  10. Freaking Goose

Лирика

1. Divine Creation Of Void

Becoming one with the out-most sphere
I am the excessive world
Reaching a non-human level

Disturbance in order
Never a gleam in sight
While Exploring the human border
Dwelling on floating dark light

I am your God. I am your Devil
Fell the newborn majesty in me
I have now reached a non-human level
There's nothing more for you to see

My inner soul ripped away
My outer shell has died
Leading the infinite process
Primary needs are pushed aside

I am your God. I am your Devil
Fell the newborn majesty in me
I have now reached a non-human level
There's nothing more for you to see

Enter, a new god. The superior force
Becoming what's beyond
The universe enslaved

I am the divine creation of void
Holding my banner high
I've survived the never ending battle
Eternal dominions is mine

I am your God. I am your Devil
Fell the newborn majesty in me
I have now reached a non-human level
Don't hold back, unleash your fear

2. Personal Hell

You just took one step too far
Do you think you can outdo the human taste?
You're on like an ever infected scar
the use of brilliant expressions
Such Waste! Such Waste!

You'll never win
You'll always see my fame
Not free from sin
Unpure thoughts will lose this game

Thoughts of destruction
Dwells in a darker mind
New inputs are refused
As there is nothing new to find
Even though you had
All the offers you could get
Even though I took you to me
I wish we'd never met
You've disgraced yourself
And you've done it everyday
If you turn my offers down
If I'm refused again
Then pay! Then pay!

You'll never win
You'll always see my fame
Not free from sin
Unpure thoughts will lose this game
I'll bring you down
I'll make you pay for what you've
done, then I'm gone
You'll rot in your personal hell

Consumed by greed
Who'll slake your lust
To satisfy your needs
Who'll bring you from the dust

You just took one step beyond
Not foreseeing your own fate
Not being able to respond
To a world now boiling with hate
Even though you had
All the offers you could get
Even though I took you to me
I wish we'd never met
You've disgraced yourself
And it's done in every way
If you turn my offers down
If I'm refused again
Then pay! Then pay!

You'll never win
You'll always see my fame
Not free from sin
Unpure thoughts will lose this game
I'll bring you down
I'll make you pay for what you've
done, then I'm gone
You'll rot in your personal hell

3. Windows On The World

That precise point in time
The life before and the life after
The bridging nanosecond
Would silence the human laughter
Trying to recall the feeling
The things as they were known
A sudden world turned upside down
Where every man was on his own

Watching the peaceful cloudless sky
Turning to a world of flames
Eaten by an exploding inferno
Paralyzed by remembered names
A one heart-stopping moment
With expanded shaking dread
The growling madness, now extreme
How many thousands are dead?

No one could ever be prepared
Thousand of cold staring eyes
Images burned in memories
Innocence paying what price?

The precise point in time
Broadcast ed history unfold
The world would follow this devastating crime
Not believing what they are told
The sky is crying out in despair
With bodies instead of tears
The fear of death is filling the air
Will remain for the rest of our years

No one could ever be prepared
Thousands of cold staring eyes
Images burned in memories
Innocence paying what price?

4. The Second Plane

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5. Instincts

There's a difference
That they will always see
But the sounds in our heads
Will never set us free
Our minds forever eaten by
The worms of lust
The fire of desire
Desire
Control your perverted needs

Our instincts
Fatal to the flesh
Our cravings
Superficial acts to satisfy
Never ending fantasies
Forever turn into debris
Landscapes all fake, it's only in your mind
Degraded by your soul
This is the nature of mankind

So why choosing
A life in purest sin?
Always, trapped
Within yourself
You are disgusted
By your acts
Your need for lust
Your fire and desire
Desire
Control your perverted needs

Our instincts
Fatal to the flesh

6. Journal Of A Nightmare

Aware of nothing, being born from another world
I'm about to pass the edge of a new dimension

Never to be prepared, never to be unlocked
The heart succumbs in another hell on earth

I have entered a new phase

Aware of the empty void, the thinner dark air
The sounds portray no visions, but growing despair

All those destructive acts, all the empty words
The human nation is spreading suicidal thoughts

I have entered a new stage

Aware of it all, waking up from a twisted dream
Realizing that it's all here, forcing myself not to scream

How could anyone be prepared for this way of living
The heart succumbs in another hell on earth

7. Water

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8. Untrustable Surface

Misleading pure hearts for pleasure
What difference does it make?
A shell with an untrustable surface
Could this world be more fake?
Offering violence to its own nature
Reasons won't return with regret
Falling deeper in a spiral of pain
See everything as an incoming threat

Fake, cast your shells aside
Reveal the being that is true

Wounded, infected, humiliated
Kicked while lying on the ground
Dissolving personality, once full of life
Now betrayed, raped, never to be found
Suddenly left all alone, abandoned
With cosmic problems to be solved
No light, no hope, begging for help
But no one around wants to be involved

Speak the truth, reveal yourself
Let go of this awful conviction
Unlock whats left, bring out the pain
Show the world whats buried inside

Searching for all reasons
Finding nothing but tragedy
The ever rising horror of hearts
Swelling to universal proportions
What dreadful fate awaits me now?
Consumed by blackness of eternal fear
Is this the false face of reality?
Will my fantasies never be clear?

Fake, cast you shells aside
Reveal the being that is you

Speak the truth, reveal yourself
Let go of this awful conviction
Unlock whats left, bring out the pain
Show the world whats buried inside you soul

9. The Genetic Failure

Control
A brutal force is guiding you
Growing
You're lost in devastation

Fatal
Perish by the sword we fall
Increase
Masses screaming filled with fear

Eagerness of death
A triumph while raising hell
Impure world now slayed
Raped and destroyed
Eagerness to hate
Possessions unpredictable
Impure world betrayed
The final dawn is here

A degenerated race
A non-human genetic failure
Anti-silence of the universe
Chanting the arrival of the doomed
This is all a stupid game
Where author and thief are the same
Hear the unpured standing by your door
Fear the infernal chaoes

10. Freaking Goose

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