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Karōshi
04:46
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White empty prisons symmetrically holding dead machines.
Between tight walls my tired eyes reflect the moonlight staring in.
The screen stares back, smoothly hums and keeps my company.
All the other bees have long since left the hive to try and grow humane.
My human motions have escaped my mind a while ago.
I’ve only been existing in numbers and diagrammes.
Then my eyes collaps from an overdose of harsh synthetic light
And my head falls on the desk. Soon a snoring meets the roaring of the screen.
Last week that one girl in the office
that looks like she came right out of the movies
smiled at me from her cubicle-cell
and I couldn’t sleep the whole night.
I can handle another double-shift,
the extra bucks will get me a nice holiday, but...
Last night on the news they said
the terrorists could be here anytime now!
How come I’ve enough to eat
but still feel like I’m starving more and more every day?
Sometimes, when I’m real’ messed up
I think of just quitting my job and tearing the whole place down!
Each day‘s getting shorter
Though speed is increasing.
We are productive
Cause life‘s become lifeless
As the disillusion of my dream blows out
I wake up to the fact that I‘m way behind schedule.
So I pop a pill
And quickly fill
My throat with half a dozen coffee chips and hack onto the keypad.
- It feels so strange... -
Life‘s flashing past now!
(My breath‘s getting shorter.
My heart-rate‘s increasing.
Limbs growing powerless,
Consciousness fading!)
As I watch my missing out on the only chance I‘ve had
My last thought‘s that I know now:
I should have never become this!
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A Devious Tongue
09:05
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All of your might keeps falling,
strongest sense of doing something wrong.
A devious tongue
soliloquises,
so makes the truth relapse into silence.
Feeling somewhat dispatched but at the same time
cramped and confined.
When you’re lingering ’round and suddenly
all of the world keeps drifting away,
strongest wish to cling to something true.
You stumble from branch to branch.
Fixing your view upon yourself,
you wonder if that’s you who’s speaking,
you’re never quite there.
Widening your eyes you crave to,
rip them off and turn ’em around to see
yourself as you are
When you stare at the world and wait for a savior,
that’s no proof for your hollow soul.
You‘re just alone and addicted to life’s contingency
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Anima
04:04
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The power feeds on your and your siblings’ enormous hardship.
We’ve been enslaved for as long as we stand,
now we might just as well die out!
No introspection will ever help you make the psychic constraints go.
The struggle within will only pass
if the horrible world outside is broken!
Instead of atavistically obeying nature’s causual nexus
we gotta use our reflection to take the power back
and build a world that lasts!
When you feel like
none of this is worthy of having been born from a human mind,
you endignitise yourself
and show the machine
that it is not in charge after all!
When you summon change
and overgrow your time,
brining human to himself,
you‘re defending your strong and precious soul.
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So alone when I had peeled myself out of my shell
Longing for a shape that would free and calm me down.
But as the secretion dripped off so did the lust.
All the same! All the same with me!
As every eye piercing at me - even my own -
Slashes off a part of my totality.
I pluck out my eyes, become blind for determination
And let my thoughts create a self that does not yet appear.
All the time.
Oh, these eyes are just
Good enough to see the lack of sense
That I‘m forced to prove
All the time.
And every glimpse at life is just another blind distraction.
But all the while I just keep waiting for the next attempt
to lose this truckling pace
and oust it with a meaning,
A way to exercise my thoughts
And make the world appear
From within my skull.
But in between I‘d rather turn myself into a fish
And swim through influence
To rest this weary head.
Thoughtful eyes are bound to see
Sense that I choose at liberty.
All the time.
We follow shadows
To their source
And name this shallow
Thing its cause.
Our earthed eyes don‘t see
Root to leaf.
They leave out what we
Can‘t conceive:
That behind this nexus
Shines the sun.
When we get to the
Core of things
No word will
Help to describe
This pure existence!
How sad we can‘t
Meditate,
Lose ourselves
And become
One with this
Timeless truth!
We just follow shadows
Hoping to
Be on sunlight‘s
Speechless trace.
Tumbling on in
Solitude
In this form- and shapeless
Endless maze.
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