— Lyrics – O.W.T. …and Still We Are

MASSMEDIALIZED

MUSIC: Jerry, Pol
ARRANGEMENTS: Ancient Dome
LYRICS: Jerry

Wherever I take a look,
the ads dictate how I should appear.
They give Advice about the kind of idiot you should be…
You all pay for your dignity

I don’t belong to a world like this
All that interests us is a pile of shit
Our life-style is led by Sex appeal
We want the best with the the highest-price

Come on turn on that hypnotizing screen
It’s what you need, you slaves to bullshit
The pigs are getting fatter
Day after day they eat your earnings.

Meanwhile our Culture is trembling
Ideals fall into Oblivion Abyss
You’re all preprinted prototypes
They want you Brainwashed and Massmedialized

I don’t wanna live in a world like this
All you want is what’s got the highest-price
I belong to a different way of thinking
Your greatest ambition is how you look

Meanwhile our Culture is trembling
Ideals fall into Oblivion Abyss
You’re all preprinted prototypes
They want you Brainwashed and Massmedialized

[Solo]

Corrupted society, few who resist
Manipulated information
Brainwashing media, with strength we deny
The bonds of fashion, cosmetics make you blind

Meanwhile our Culture is trembling
Ideals fall into Oblivion Abyss
You’re all preprinted prototypes
They want you Brainwashed and Massmedialized

 

 

THIS WRATH OF MINE

MUSIC: Jerry
ARRANGEMENTS: Ancient Dome
LYRICS: Jerry

…should I sell my soul?
NO!

Since I was a troubled child,
all I needed was imagination
I used to build a world just for me,
where everything worked good and for free.

Now I’m older, that image is Disorder
I’ve crossed the line and I should be satisfied
Every effort’s going to molder
and all that remains is this mess of mine!

Should I sell my soul?
Am I the only one that’s given everything for his own life?
Should I regret those emotions?
All that remains is an aimless justice that feeds on this wrath of mine!

Sons of nothing, brothers in despair
The impossibility of being helpful
A senseless tension sounds the knell
and we are gasoline tanks in Hell
Please show me the way to go
Don’t care if it’s hard, don’t matter if I fail
Defeat is still a small prize
It’s a bed of mines in the most tired night

Now I’m older, that image is confused
I’ve crossed the line and I should have time
Every effort’s going to molder
and all that remains is this mess of mine!

Should I sell my soul?
Am I the only one that’s given everything for his own life?
Should I regret those emotions?
All that remains is an aimless justice that feeds on this wrath of mine!

[Solo]

Should I sell my soul?
Am I the only one that’s given everything for his own life?
Should I regret those emotions?
All that remains is an aimless justice that feeds on this wrath of mine!