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Days of Desolation

by Days of Desolation

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1.
The Road... 00:46
2.
Broken 00:56
The bearings of the machine are running red hot. Soon now they will catch flame. Unable to extinguish the fire. All devices have broken down. Feel the heat intensify. Caught on a runaway train. When will it be derailed? Waiting for the final collision. The headless monster is bleeding from every vein. Victim to chronic pain. Waiting... Unable to extinguish the fire. All devices have broken down. Waiting for the final collision...
3.
Plastic Hell 02:58
I live in a world where people kill for god, civilians are bombed and children get shot. I live in a world where the food chain is contaminated with DDT, oceans are polluted with PCB. Dazed and confused. Controlled and abused. Paranoid and disillusioned. Infected and detested. Clouded in a neon haze, I stumble through the maze. Living in a concrete cell in this plastic hell. Used like tools. Played like fools. Indifferent to the pain. Blind to the horror. Numb to the terror. Wounded and helpless. Lost and hopeless. I live in a world where we salute the insane, idolise the idiots. Only got ourselves to blame. I live in a world where kids trip on landmines. Shrapnel imbedded in their spines. Is it selfishness? Spiritual emptiness? A total fucking mess. Is it insanity or just stupidity? Is this humanity?
4.
Good Patriot 02:41
Bio chemicals is what they had. Too bad we haven’t found them yet. I’ve been given deadly vaccines for a fucking thousand reasons. Now I’ve got my own syndrome from toying with depleted uranium. And they don’t have an explanation for my child’s deformation? Was I misled? Was I so blind? Just wanted to be a good patriot. It all would be over soon. He promised, that fucking goon, but in my reality I’m stationed here indefinitely. Now I live in constant fear. Will I ever get out of here? I just want to go home. I don’t want to die here all alone. I only wanted to aid an oppressed civilization. Ended up in a raid from a hostile population. Was I misled? Was I so blind? Just wanted to be a good patriot. We came to overthrow a tyranny. Not as mercenaries for the oil industry. I refuse to be a whore in your goddamn fucking war. Was I misled? Was I so blind? Just wanted to be a good patriot. I was misled.
5.
“What did I ever do to deserve such an end?”, the dying child asks. Am I a negligible cost? An unforeseen item on a budget review? Seeds from a dead man’s hand nurturing a devouring mouth, already bloated and obese. Am I a negligible cost? An unforeseen item on a budget review? Why? Harvesting life. Never a new dawn. “What did I ever do to deserve such an end?”, the dying child asks. Why?
6.
In the eye of a nuclear storm, an orphan dwells the ruins of a forgotten city wiped out in a bright white flash. Lonely, afraid, dressed in rags, she tries to protect herself from the fallout. Ashes raining from blood red skies. Her stare is cold and empty. The last image haunting her shell shocked brain is the one of her little brother mangled and torn apart after playing with a hand grenade. A pale white face still stained with mother’s blood, who’s body shielded her. In the eye of a nuclear storm, an orphan dwells the ruins of a forgotten city wiped out in a bright white flash. At night the missiles came without warning, without pity, without remorse. Family... Broken. Happiness... Destroyed. Life... Shattered. Days of devastation. Days of desolation.
7.
Say It 02:31
I can see through the lies. I can read between the lines. I can interpret the fucking signs. Don’t even bother making up stories. Don’t even try to hide what the goal is. Hail to the empire and all of its glory. Laws transcended by policies of multinational companies. The truth is only scarcely revealed. The public gently appeased. I’m so tired of listening to you speaking of peace. Your double moral never seems to cease. Commercials melting down your brain. An extra shot of subjection in the vein. A glossy world, a world so vain. A wonderful world, a world without pain. This blissful feeling oh so soothing. You don’t even notice the conditioning. Pointed in the wrong direction. Reacting solely on your emotion. A little seed planted in your mind. 1 minute newsflash makes you blind. Careful not too much information. Switch the channel, change the station. Why don’t you come out and say it? Why don’t you?
8.
Corrosion 03:02
Cut it all down. What do we fucking care. All will be erased by human greed. Killing of species. Hundreds a day. God’s Green Earth withering in decay. Covered in a blanket of exhaust gasses. Inhaling the particles. Impregnated with cancer. With each tasty bite one step closer to death. Acrylamide and dioxin. Every snack its own toxin. A toast to our health. I quench my thirst on a cocktail of hormones, phosphate and nitrate. The fabric is corroded by acidic storms. Under dark blackened skies I embrace the silence. There’s no more birds singing. Now they’re all fucking dead.
9.
The Curve 01:15
It must be fantastic to be so self assured. Life is smiling at you. The future is bright and every day is fucking peachy. Don’t you ever get the feeling that you’re living one big fucking lie? Caught in a world of make-believe. As expendable as the next guy. Another fucking asset populating the statistics. What is your position on the curve?
10.
Left to Rot 02:29
Dancing to the tune of the corporate machines. Looking out for the TSR. No fucking lengths too far. The neo liberal dream is cracking at the seam. The credo of greed left nothing but a scar. Working for minimum wage. No hope at this stage. Oppress the masses. Lives incinerated to ashes. Capitalist institutions obey their directions. Kneel in agony, beg for the sweet relief of death. Hostile activity. A crippled economy. Silent middle class flat down on its ass. Sipping on champagne, celebrating their reign, the rich and famous are living it up. The rest of us are left to fucking rot. Left to fucking rot. Dancing to the tune of the corporate machines. Looking out for the TSR. No fucking lengths too far. The neo liberal dream is cracking at the seam. The credo of greed left nothing but a scar.
11.
A bright, lit sky; this world is ablaze. A lurking shadow of disgust and decay. Fallen victim to our decadent desires. Apathy is misery. This burnt child does not dread the fire. On the road to damnation there is no right or wrong. Will we wise up in time before we fall or contribute some more to the end of it all? No more fool’s paradise, it’s time to wake up. Nature is calling our bluff and we’re shit out of luck. Despoiling the planet. Destroying ourselves. It’s do or despair. Arrogance, the human condition. On the road to damnation there is no right or wrong. Will we wise up in time before we fall or contribute some more to the end of it all?
12.
Lifeless 02:42
Staring into the void panoramas we drag ourselves through. Finding ourselves in a state of regression and regret. Is this the place we originate from, were born and raised in? It’s casting me into a state of depression and disgust. Trapped between the walls. Shackled to the ground. Seeking a way to cut through these physical bounds. No longer able to bear the weight of this infiltration. Tapping into my senses as they rot. Decay’s setting in. Rupturing my soul as my nerves burn. Powerlessness manifests as my stomach churns. Trapped between the walls. Shackled to the ground. Seeking a way to cut through these physical bounds. Cognitive halt. A lifelong of default. Gasping for air as I see all turn into dust. This torn life has oxidized. There’s no more care for the words you try to ram into my head. These old thoughts lead to nothing new. You don’t contribute to any cause, any goal. Screw what you call true. Bloated with naught this whole act seems a farce. Putrid and scorched, this body’s battered and sore. Almost lifeless you continue to strive forth in this mundane battle for self gain. Trapped between the walls. Shackled to the ground. Cognitive halt. A lifelong of default. Almost lifeless, you continue to strive forth in this mundane battle for self-gain.
13.
Hollow phrases, broken promises. Decisions made so easily. Lives squandered so carelessly. Supposed to lead by example. Look at them trample on the values we’re expected to protect. On the principles we’re asked to project. An end to the set of precepts history tries to teach us. No end to the meanings we ascribe to injustices in our lives. Can’t just stand by and accept how in the name of morality every action is justified and the reinstitution of barbarism is condoned.
14.
Inundation 03:37
With every passing minute another piece of me withers. With every word I utter, I wonder why I even bother. Lungs fill up with thin air. Residue of dreams forgotten. Swimming in vast oceans of time, realizing I’m only drowning. Silence is the language of death. You won’t hear me crying out when we end. Antipathy is all I can feel. It’s the only language I speak. Sunderance is the language of time. It won’t hesitate to leave you behind. The hourglass is turning against me. Its sand, waiting to inundate me. Cause and consequence. Every step forward, deeper into regret. European skies reflect on the surface of my mind. Wishing my inner abyss would pour out from my wrists. Identity lost with intonation. Memories killed by the pressure. Wondering how many hours, how many tastes until we realize the milk has soured. Silence is the language of death. You won’t hear me crying out when we end. Antipathy is all I can feel. It’s the only language I speak. Sunderance is the language of time. It won’t hesitate to leave you behind. The hourglass is turning against me. Its sand, waiting to inundate me. Cause and consequence. Every step forward, deeper into regret. European skies reflect on the surface of my mind. Wishing my inner abyss would pour out from my wrists. Wishing my inner abyss would pour out from my wrists.

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released July 18, 2013

Days of Desolation on this recording is:
Olke: vocals
Jasper: guitars, bass, backing vocals
Owen: drums, backing vocals

Recorded and mixed between October 2011 and May 2013 at the Halenoise Headquarters, Belgium.
Mastered by Robin Carlo at Safehaven Recordings, 2013.
www.safehavenrecordings.be

Front cover artwork and layout by Jasper/ Infested Art. www.facebook.com/infested.art.jasper
Back cover artwork by Owen.
www.facebook.com/unisonousschisms

Contact us at:
ifotah@hotmail.com or infested_with_roaches@yahoo.com

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Days of Desolation Halen, Belgium

Femke: vocals

Jasper: guitar

Owen: drums, vocals

Bart: guitar

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