TOWOT
Yogurth - guitar, voice, words
Wawrzyniec - drums
Baran - bass
Dombi - guitar, voice
additional:
Bożenka - voice (fear)
Wojtek - głos (the road, antidote)
Sezon - words
TOWOT suicide
words
Fear
The fear that has gripped you
resides in you since birth
only sometimes you feel it stronger
and then you hide there
where you can wait it out
until the next attack
how long can you run
from what is within you
with you and by your side
either you overcome it yourself
or along with you others
will start to fear and flee
fear...
isolation, suppression of personality
deformation of our thoughts and actions
degeneration, destruction of psyche
self-repression, self-control
resist the laws of tradition - too little determination
free yourself from ignorance - too little determination
reject a sick existence - too little determination
break free from the cage - too little determination
paralysis of speech - paralysis of existence
death by installments - routine of enslavement
your illness - is fear
I want to tear it out - tear it from your head
imprisoned - within your walls
find strength - strength to rise
let the mask - be just a mask
revolution of the mind - rebirth
brain chimneys - smoking with thoughts
a sick mechanism - spinning up
a hole in my soul - signifies ruins
my mind - truly suffers
my - rebirth
demands the death - of parts of my thoughts
I sink - into a cleansing sleep
to awaken dreams - put to sleep by reality
self-purification...
I am immune to your system
Slaughter
It's too far to turn back now
and go a different way from the starting point
lost victims of flawed evolution
lepers nurturing their disease
mass consumption of big industry
widespread illusions of collective psychosis
ubiquitous advertising of trash
fabricated reality
social primitive connected to the net
brutal violence masked by progress
subtlety of form won't hide barbarism
social revolution did not occur
mirage of success, uniform forms of behavior
common decision to lose consciousness
monopoly of meaning, emotional poverty
medieval conviction of one's own righteousness
technical development is not evolution
increasingly better tools for primitive purposes
overgrown by our own capacity for construction
reason imprisoned in slavish structures
the crowd respects masks and false personalities
all reactions devoid of spontaneity
deceived mass of human cyborgs
in a cocoon of seemingly safe illusion
reason imprisoned in slavish structures
in a cocoon of seemingly safe illusion
I watch the spectacle of a joyous march to the slaughter
The Road
alleys of consciousness
in pain and emptiness they cry for freedom
flowers of death have overgrown your mind
again, just psychic masturbation
slavish hoop tightens
social control mechanisms
locked in the black box of vanity
throw open the gates of your head
we are not bound by your morality
we are blind to your ethics
we are not intimidated by the shadow of god
nor by the tradition of your cruelties
conscious path of god's negation
alienations of thought provoke a crisis of consciousness
you can kill sick thoughts within yourself
mental crimes of your brain
cries for help will not drown out death
open eyes will clarify your vision
paranoid laughter will open the chapel of fear
there are never peaceful deaths here
thus will begin our possessed dance
fire in the crematorium of your head
relax and go mad
that's when
God will conclude that He does not exist
Antidote
human relationships based on truth do not exist
they will not survive if built on foundations of lies
in the lack of harmony between extremes
lies reside and to them belongs power
on the path of societies marching towards the future
individuals with crosses document their loyalty to truth
lack of truth kills the chance of survival
yes, the lack of truth kills the chance of survival
thus dies the individual's consciousness
the only antidote to social illness
thus you die...
self-isolation in state cells
dead nations without a community of the future
alienation of attitudes, thoughts, and feelings
labyrinth of directed tunnels of duties
blind alleys of technology
hypocritical priests of a dying society
victims on the altars of compromised faith
there is no truth that offers a chance for survival
technology will not replace a breakthrough of consciousness
there is no truth here that offers a chance for survival
City
in dark concrete holes
blind people cry for space
children of skyscrapers deprived of horizon
noise, crowd, plastic paranoia
city
mass
machine
mammon
mass media
bums
walls
deadness
cry of despair tears the mind
one freedom and one slavery
blind crowd waiting for the sun
longing for its warmth on dead faces
Suicide
someone brutally entered your head
someone brutally took over your thoughts
now you see through their eyes
now you think with their thoughts
now you breathe with their mouths
now you think with their thoughts
unnatural behaviors
unnatural reactions
unnatural ecosystem
artificial moral rules
artificial religion and sin
power mechanisms shaped by slavery
took control over the human population
a powerful apparatus creates illusions
it's still the same tyranny
insidious, fucking mystification
millions of deceived produce their deception
voluntary guardians of their prison
pronounce the highest sentences upon themselves
the linked apparatus effectively eliminates
the natural expansion of human personalities
belonging to race, nation, and other artificial communities
this is the system of creating human reproductions
in the shackles of duty, unable to choose
in the grace of ideals professed by society
this is crucified humanity
crucified, heading towards the cross
suicide... NO!
