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The New Perspective
01:20
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Superstructure
06:13
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The first rule not to make waves
it’s the new punishment language.
Once the murder’s violence was reflected
on the convict’s body, for all to see.
The ruler’s vengeance
was irrational and random violence
a show for the masses
which was uneconomic for the State.
Look around and what do you see?
Head down crowds and candid clothes.
Long lined of men and women,
order and strictness for a better society.
It all seems so perfect, so ideal,
Now it is how we always wanted
the superstructure made us stable.
Today the punishment’s language
is the new panoptic society.
The jail is a smaller part
of a wider prison system.
“The human body was entering a machinery of power
that explores it, breaks it down and rearranges it. A
‘political anatomy’, which was also a ‘mechanics of
power’, was being born; it defined how one may have
a hold over others’ bodies, not only so that they may
do what one wishes, but so that they may operate
as one wishes, with the techniques, the speed and
the efficiency that one determines.
Thus discipline produces subjected and practiced
bodies, ‘docile’ bodies”.*
Look around and what do you see?
Head down crowds, candid clothes.
Long lined of men and women,
order and strictness for a better society.
It all seems so perfect, so ideal,
(as desired the world has changed,
as desired the world has flowered).
Now it is how we always wanted
the superstructure nullified us.
*from “Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison”,
Michel Focault, 1975
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3. |
Command: Abort
06:57
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Superior powers controlling minds,
anesthetized, enfeebled feelings,
no topics to have a talk on,
unfulfilled, nonexistent wishes
Process elaboration ain’t easy
when your own conscience
doesn’t belong to you
though you answer to your master
once you are turned into a robot.
Thought is a relic of the past
if there ever was a past anyway
what you’ve got is the here and now
with no ambitions, nor intuitions
This is what they want.
This is what they are given.
There’s nothing you can do about it.
Nothing you can do to stop it.
Don’t feel any emotion
nothing concerning your inner self
don’t feel any love or hatred
don’t even breed a single thought.
Taken off the memories,
nothing remains of the humanity
Not owning their bodies anymore,
animals pass away too.
This is what they want.
This is what they are given.
There’s nothing you can do about it.
Nothing you can do to stop it.
They are in control!
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4. |
The End of Civilization
05:10
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Look around you
there’s nothing worth fighting for
mile-high piles of steel and glass
hiding the sky and the clouds from us
even stopping the rain
from reaching the ground.
This comes from their greatest fear.
This is the proof of their manipulation.
You are reduced to non-thinking flesh.
This is the end of civilization.
Outside the binding walls
of the city of steel lies the old,
what we shouldn’t know
cause knowledge is a crime.
What we shouldn’t remember
cause memories are sins.
What we shouldn’t bind
to cause bounds are an offense.
This comes from their greatest fear.
This is the proof of their manipulation.
You are reduced to non-thinking flesh.
This is the end of civilization.
Now we have to rise from our holes.
Waking the consciences
and take the structures down
and set fire to the flags to never say anymore:
«this is the end of civilization».
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5. |
Sons of a Lie
04:31
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6. |
Deceaved by a Promise
05:40
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I remember the big promise day,
while wars were on the peak of insanity.
The night was day because of the flames
that burned up along the ways.
Streets once covered by smiling people
have now the colour of burnt bodies.
The air we once breathed
has now the texture of suffocating ash.
Deceived by a promise
the one made by who started all this.
Comforting words, that everything would change
that we would live a new freedom
an efficient system, a costant balance,
a state of things brought to essence.
Deceived by a promise.
I remember a family, mother, father and son
who supported each other
vigilant, waiting for the new day
under cover from enemy fire.
A house with no windows, an uncovered roof
red-stained pictures,
memories of a time
that doesn’t belong to us anymore,
fragile dreams broken by the dust we breath.
If only we had said no, that day,
if only we had refused to listen to them
maybe we’d have continued our life
and we wouldn’t have been disappointed
Deceived by a promise
the one made by who started all this.
Comforting words, that everything would change
that we would live a new freedom
an efficient system, a costant balance,
a state of things brought to essence.
Deceived by a promise.
The one made by who started all this.
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7. |
The Tower of the One
04:55
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Move, move,
as the Master commands,
so move,
you know the Master is mute,
move, move
move with fear and together
as if you were dancing to satisfy...
the eye of The One.
Dignity is falling with every blink
of the Tower of The One!
Bow down! I must feel the truth
about my destiny, and ingest my medicine.
Rise up! ‘cause I must feel the load,
the annoying beam of light shining from the door,
shining through the Lens.
The lies pushing down my head
can’t pervert this blood
lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.
Furiously I’ll resist!
From this tiny uncovered nest I’ll fly away.
Furiously I’ll resist!
From the awkward skin I wear
from the sight of the Tower of The One!
Prisoner: I’m waiting for the moment
I’ll stand above you and watch you bow
your head to me
I won’t be kind,
you won’t have (my) pity.
I just obey... the rules
of Panopticon.
Too long, too long
our pain inside without chains
beneath your eyes.
The One: calm down and take a look through the lens
it makes you bigger and me smaller
but you know that’s false.
Prisoner: yes, the lens I’m going to shatter now!
Look at me now... everything has started
and everything will be complete.
From this tiny uncovered nest I’ll fly away
Furiously I’ll resist!
From the awkward skin I wear
from the sight of the Tower of The One!
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Memories of a time vanished in an instant.
Moments longed for a life dissolved in the fog.
Memories of a blazing sun soon turned into frost.
A blinding light of hope turned off by
a blanket of shadow.
Emptyness, occluded mind.
It’s time to march
the work is waiting for us
real life is here, in the present
not in the old world.
It’s time to raise the head
to look ahead
who cares who we are
it just matters where we are.
Memories of a love deceived by craving.
Days too full of things no time to think.
Memories of a contact but further and further,
longed for a life, but never realized.
We don’t know the names of anybody
people without memories
blank and absent gazes
stories of lives with no beginnings and no ends.
Searching deeper
you don’t get anywhere.
Vanished feelings, cancelled perspectives
just a cenotaph for our minds.
Compromise this existence.
Crucify the innocence.
Broken bodies for mistake.
Criticized for the ideals.
Frozen gaze into space.
Mangled bodies from work.
Many voices speak to us.
Sanctify our cenotaph.
The time has come to clarify.
The time has come for planning new life.
Now we can change reality.
Now we can stop this insanity.
Too much time spent buried with no name
but we didn’t forget who we are.
We don’t know the names of anybody
people without memories
blank and absent gazes
stories of lives with no beginnings and no ends.
Searching deeper
you don’t get anywhere.
Vanished feelings, cancelled perspectives
just a cenotaph for our minds.
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I remember that day
When I opened the door and I saw red.
A second later it was dark,
and I understood everything.
It was my occasion
I could rise above your lives
To appropriate of your stories
And be “the one”.
So I deprived you of everything
I deprived you of joys and cries,
smiles and tears.
I made sure that you could do
nothing to stop me
I see unconscious gazes,
life is elsewhere, not in you.
You heard my voice and (you) obeyed.
I wasted your talents for thirst for power.
Today, not in front of god,
but here in front of you all
I want to confess my sins.
It’s my occasion
I can give your life back to you
and rebuild what I destroyed.
Conscience:
«think about your past, my friend
take a look to the energy you loose
face the time you still have to live
and gather all your faults
throw away your disguise
to be truly the One.
Is now the moment to be truly the One».
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