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Artist: Eyeconoclast
Song: Sharpening Our Blades on the Mainstream
Album: Drones of the Awakening
Year: 2013
Country: Italy
Genre: Death/Thrash Metal



Lyrics:

In silence we happily wait

Once Pronounced , "Terror" embodies in the massive speech syntagma,
Obsolescientist recruited from fleshfarms , now slaves of a DEAD dimension
epicentral "H.E.A.R.T-quake" intelligentia.

The pain now dwells in cyberteardromes once called cities,
Sharpening our blades on the mainstream..


A Skyline Grasping For A Breath Of Liberty
auras necrofusion, a sign of Metropolis promiscuity

Identity screams searching its way out of this prosthetic netherworld
Conformism-cancer burns in fractal dual textures..
Slaves dressed in sin...a death in stereo already foreseen,

For the shape of despair is a mirrored fractal scream
Sharpening Our Blades On The Mainstream..

Colours melt into a deadly diorama, humanity trades his sight
And close the eyes on this new millennia wormcracy.

Silently we leave our shelter , murmuring black lullabies.
As a grey multitude we lay in eternal criosleep..


feeding the Central Brain Frenzy
waiting..(dreaming)..for future improvement..
feeding..
Once Pronounced , "Terror" embodies in the massive speech syntagma,
Obsolescientist recruited from fleshfarms , now slaves of a DEAD dimension
epicentral "H.E.A.R.T-quake" intelligentia.
(condemned is our fate unblessed)

The pain now dwells in cyberteardromes once called cities,
Sharpening our blades on the mainstream..

Our Conscience Detunes The Neo -- Cyber Dumb Nonsense Chorus
As we become living naked lunch of the Mechaspawn.

In Silence We Happily Wait.