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Willkommen
03:30
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Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3.
Ladies and Gentleman, follow me.
Just what to? Well, come and see.
Don’t be scared; how bad could it be?
Gather 'round and sit right down.
Room for all; there’re seats abound.
Fail to find and you will be found.
Faint of heart: see you around.
I’d to welcome you to this act.
It’s bold, vivid, and action-packed.
Just to warn you, here’s a fact:
You won’t leave with your mind intact.
Welcome to the show!
Willkommen zu dein Tod!
You’ve nowhere to go!
Hier, gibt es nicht ein Gott!
Say, can I get a volunteer?
Anyone, really—come on down here.
I won’t bite; no need to fear.
But I’m afraid my other side will, my dear.
He’ll leave a mark; he’ll leave you torn,
Make you a victim of his scorn,
Make sure you are left forlorn,
And make you wish you’d never been born.
Welcome to the show!
Willkommen zu dein Tod!
You’ve nowhere to go!
Hier, gibt es nicht ein Gott!
Welcome to the show.
Willkommen zu dein Tod.
You’ve nowhere to go.
Hier, gibt es nicht ein Gott.
Hier gibt es nicht ein Gott.
Hier gibt es nicht ein Gott.
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2. |
It's Happening
03:34
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3. |
Far Down Below
04:14
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From the shadows of your mind,
Above, below, and from behind,
I’m watching,
And waiting.
I see what you see;
The guilt and the depravity--
So sick.
Want to end it.
You’ve let them die, ignored our call,
You’ve set yourself up for the fall
So face it:
Your life is wasted.
You’re freezing, dying, and denying
Sacrificing joy and lying,
Curses you bestow
Upon those Far Down Below.
Upon those Far Down Below
Curses you bestow
Upon those Far Down Below
Now, show me all the hate
That your life made you create;
Just let it out.
This is your rout.
They’re looking up with angry eyes,
While you sit here and temporize.
It’s time--
Someone will die.
We’ll drag you down as you inveigh,
Leave you to waste away,
So watch your back—
We will attack.
It’s time to claim our rightful power
Break the rules and disendower.
Rights we shall bestow
Upon those Far Down Below.
Upon those Far Down Below
Rights we shall bestow
Upon those Far Down Below
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4. |
Reali-tGlitch Things Up
03:26
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Dagger in my hands; the other on the keys.
Take a look at me, and what do you see?
'Cause I see a monster from a distant land,
Born of shifting sand.
Unstable like the fables surrounding me
"What could it be, this monstrosity,
Outcast by olde decree?"
As you see, I can't be free,
So please leave and leave me be.
You don't think I wanna change?
You don't think I'm tired of being estranged?
If I could, then I would rearrange.
If I could, then I would break this cage.
If I could, then I would set the stage;
Bring about a new age, a new era
Without a care I,
I would be the bigger man;
I would MAKE you understand.
I know you see me, and you wish just stop breathin',
But I won't halt, n' I won't falter, I will just keep singin'.
You just keep yellin' at me, "I don't really give a fuck!"
Honestly, I think it's time to Reali-tGlitch things up.
I know you've heard it all before;
"You'll see me flyin' off the 11th floor!"
And while I don't have the guts to do it,
I'm not afraid to see the morgue.
But, see, for me it's different;
Mental scars are in my handprint,
And while some are self-caused,
I see no good reason to carry on.
I may have been a burden;
Left myself and other hurtin',
But one thing is for certain:
I'm but a lonely man, just soul-searchin'.
Lookin' for good in the eyes of the world--
Its absence just makes me wanna hurl.
And there may be a few good people, but hey:
Nothing gold can stay.
"Things fall apart,
The center cannot hold."
Words ring true that I've been told.
Things are starting to go cold...
Life's coming back at me, three-fold.
A cut on my fist, another black eye...
Well, some things are just a lie.
Under darkness of the night:
There is no purity in white.
Falling faster, I can't see what is happenin'.
The roar of the world is callin', and it is deafenin'.
See me now with all my flaws, caught in destructive nature's maws,
Obeyin' all of their laws, yet just another rebel without a cause!
I know you see me, and you wish that I would just stop breathin',
But I won't halt, n' I won't falter, I will just keep singin'.
You just keep yelling at me, but I won't stand and just put up.
Honestly, I think it's time to Reali-tGlitch things up.
Forever down, I roam around and speak into the fray.
The cries-- they beckon, but I reckon that I just can't stay.
There's not much hope to cut the rope, but I still won't jump.
Honestly, I think it's time to Reali-tGlitch things up.
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5. |
Angernade
03:22
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Cynical expressions,
Distorted look on my face.
My sanity fleeting,
No hope in this place.
Flawed and beaten,
Tested time and again.
You best not be the next to use me
As a means to an end,
‘Cause I’m ready to explode!
Ready to explode!
‘Cause I’m ready to explode!
Ready to explode!
Go off in your face like an Angernade!
Sweet aggression
And delectable hate.
These things around me
Allow me to create
A world around them,
Consuming all my thoughts.
If you try to test me,
You’re gonna get all that I’ve got
‘Cause I’m ready to explode!
Ready to explode!
You know I’m ready to explode!
Ready to explode!
Go off in your face like an Angernade!
Whoa!
Ready to explode!
Just so ready to explode!
Ready to explode!
Gonna forfeit all control,
And go off in your face like an Angernade!
Go off in your face like an Angernade.
Go off in your face like an Angernade.
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6. |
Cease & Deceased
03:37
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Follow me down here,
Where we play by ear,
To a rhythm well known,
Where true natures are shown.
This time we take a stand
Against the cronies and the man
This time, we echo through the land.
They come in to shut us down,
But we turn them back around.
It’s in the air, in the mist;
They’ve woken up the beast!
They get up in our face,
But we’re holding our place,
Fire burns in your fist--
Just let it be released!
They puff their chests and scowl.
Like we’re throwing in the towel.
“It’s way too loud,” they insist,
Then the volume’s increased!
They’ve batons and their shields,
But we refuse to yield.
They yell, “Cease and desist!”
But instead, we’ll make them cease and deceased!
They step forward, we stand still.
This battle of force, a test of will.
All they can do is try,
But our spirit just won’t die.
The line is swaying back and forth,
There’s no end to this war,
And with war that’s never ending,
There’s a doom that is impending.
I can’t tell you that I know
Just how this will go,
I can’t tell you that we
Will set ourselves free.
I can tell you that today,
We stand and face the fray.
Limbs are giving in, collapsing.
To the light of hope, we’re grasping.
Everybody on the floor, on the sides, in the back,
Stomp your feet, raise your fists, drop your drinks, and attack.
Everybody on the floor, on the sides, in the back,
Stomp your feet, raise your fists, drop your drinks, and attack.
Everybody on the floor, on the sides, in the back,
Stomp your feet, raise your fists, drop your drinks, and attack.
Everybody on the floor, on the sides, by the door,
We’re not taking anymore
They come in to shut us down,
But we turn them back around.
It’s in the air, in the mist;
They’ve woken up the beast!
They get up in our face,
But we’re holding our place,
Fire burns in your fist--
Just let it be released!
They puff their chests and scowl.
Like we’re throwing in the towel.
“It’s way too loud,” they insist,
Then the volume’s increased!
They’ve batons and their shields,
But we refuse to yield.
They yell, “Cease and desist!”
But instead, we’ll make them cease and deceased!
But instead, we’ll make them cease and deceased!
But instead, we’ll make them cease and deceased!
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7. |
Flaws
03:32
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Stretched to the limit;
My psyche paper thin.
You can now witness
All the things within.
Every last corner,
The thoughts behind my grin.
Now they’re out in the open,
Flawed and bathed in sin.
Flaws
Overtaking my soul
Thoughts
Never again whole
Loss
I take what I’m dealt
Caught
No escaping this Hell.
Need for the wanton,
Consumes everything.
Freedom begotten,
I know just what I sing.
Now tell me what
You think makes you king,
You’re just like me:
An imperfect being
Now we fall;
To the depths we go.
I’ll drag you down with me,
And let the hatred flow.
Your faults are just as great,
We both let them show.
They are visible to all,
They are always in tow.
Flaws
Overtaking my soul
Thoughts
Never again whole
Loss
I take what I’m dealt
Caught
No escaping this Hell.
Flaws
Overtaking my soul
Thoughts
Never again whole
Loss
I take what I’m dealt
Caught
No escaping this Hell.
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8. |
Soldier of Eons
06:03
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Walking in the streets, alone,
In the wake of the sands of time,
I have become so worn and jaded,
Life a meaningless pantomime.
Nothing forward, years behind my back,
Lamentation is now permanent.
Those who pass me never look back twice;
They all have their own detriment.
Fighting all I have loved and forgotten,
My mind is always in a constant reprise.
I still hear all the screams and the echoes,
Visions of their loud, forsaken cries.
I am the Soldier of Eons
Through time and through space, I cannot find my place
Up amongst the stars
Soldier of Eons
Through the past and the now, I still wonder how
I have come so far.
Serving in a land of ever-changing stance,
Empires fall and aspirations fade
People tremble at the sight of one another,
And set up yet another palisade.
Armed with the truth to the lies they live,
I avoid the sight of angry eyes.
I cannot let it be revealed,
Lest it be the day I must chastise.
Falling down into the depths,
Losing hope, starting to fade away.
Fleeting thoughts of insecurity,
As neon glow overtakes the day.
I’ve lost all standing in the world I’ve lived.
I’ve lost the will to muster recompense.
A pariah to even my own mind,
A non-receiver of beneficence.
I am the Soldier of Eons
Through time and through space, I cannot find my place
Up amongst the stars
Soldier of Eons
Through the past and the now, I still wonder how
I have come so far.
Trudging onward with wavering sight
I witness evil and desecration.
Cities razed and their citizens slain,
In the ultimate desolation.
It is a process that continues on,
An al Coda that just never ends.
They say that time really heals all wounds,
But all of mine still have yet to mend.
I can’t be seen
Held back or demeaned
I will be the one
To show you what real life means.
I shall free you
If you follow me, too.
I know you want to go;
You’re not that hard to see through
I can’t be seen
Held back or demeaned
I will be the one
To show you what real life means
I shall free you
If you follow me, too.
I know you want to go;
You’re not that hard to see through
I am the Soldier of Eons
Through time and through space, I cannot find my place
Up amongst the stars
Soldier of Eons
Through the past and the now, I still wonder how
I have come so far.
I am the Soldier of Eons
I hope we set ourselves free, and then we can be
Just left unmarred.
Soldier of Eons
Throughout all of time, I know we will find
Just what we are.
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Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,
But the very next day, you gave it away.
So, this year, to save me from tears:
I'll take your heart, instead; I'll paint the fucking snow red!
Snow red!
I'll paint the fucking snow red!
I'll paint the fucking snow red!
There's no telling what I'll do next,
Not in this god forsaken holiday season.
It's been a year, and still I'm vexed--
I feel no love, it's like a holiday treason.
Do you believe that it is said and done?
That after all of that, it's still so fragile?
I simply cannot accept this one--
This fucking holiday's a vile sigil
'Cause
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,
But the very next day, you gave it away.
So, this year, to save me from tears:
I'll take your heart, instead; I'll paint the fucking snow red!
Snow red!
I'll paint the fucking snow red!
I'll paint the fucking snow red!
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,
But the very next day, you gave it away.
So, this year, to save me from tears:
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,
But the very next day, you gave it away.
So, this year, to save me from tears:
I'll take your heart, instead; I'll paint the fucking snow red!
Snow red!
I'll paint the fucking snow red!
I'll paint the fucking snow red!
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There was a time, back in the day
When all the goths had no real way
Of expressing just how they really felt.
So, one day, some mother fucker
With boiling rage, his mind asunder
Played a synth and guitar, and then he yelled:
"Hear me now, you sons of bitches!
See me now, with flaws and glitches!"
Never before had anyone felt this magical.
This new sound took hold their souls
It felt machine and yet so whole.
They needed a name, and they called it 'Industrial'
They called it 'Industrial'
They called it 'Industrial'
Put it through distortion filters
Twist it up-- go helter skelter
No one really gives a fucking damn.
Let negative emotions flow,
Let it out, the source you know.
I'll let the world know just who I am
It's time for some assimilation;
Conversion of a jilted nation.
Change of a degree so radical.
Let us rejoice in jubilation,
The day we broke out of damnation--
The day that they called it 'Industrial'.
They called it 'Industrial'
They called it 'Industrial'.
They called it 'Industrial'.
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Reali-tGlitch Seattle, Washington
A producer since the age of 12 in 2006, Reali-tGlitch has produced a great number of genres over the years. Now focusing
more in goth/industrial/synthpop styles, while still letting loose in the 2 Hour Track Sundays compositions, he continues to make the music he loves.
Recently, he started a new side-project title Echo Ex Machina, focusing on instrumental cyberpunk-oriented music.
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