recorded & mixed at: 2014-2015 Canal666 Studio & BigBit Studio & SPAART Studio
recorded by: Yogi & Jacek Młodochowski
mixed by: Yogi

mastered by: Andrzej Karp & Michał Kosewski
produced by: Yogi
published by: Canal666
cover: Steve Cutts


Yogi - voices, guitars, bass, rhythm, virtual instruments, loops, words
Żurek - drums, percussions, virtual instruments

Sezon - voices, words
Agata Rybarczyk - voices
Krzysztof Hypnar - solo bass
Greg Hura - voices, words
Wiktor Żwikiewicz - words


two sisters
manipulation and Propaganda
reap their harvest
you watch too little TV
you have to act not think
soon we’ll chip you like dogs
and even after hours
we’ll know what you’re doing
suitable for abuse
harmless fools
behind barbed wire
in an enclosed reserve
like you deserve
and if you are naughty
we’ll have your mammon switched off
you’ll sell nothing
you’ll buy nothing


our enclave will
collapse under the burden of folly
we’ve bound our existence with
unfulfilled by the peacefulness of lasting
neurotransmitters smite systems
both with the debauched self and possession
mother-clinic closed the gateway shut
nobody’s knocking for a dose of hope though
feedback cleanses the foreground
the army does not withdraw surrounded by death
no weapon can fight exhaustion
the social illness of pointless existence
intravenous shots
and visions to be licked
head in the clouds
and hallucinogens
how about the body?
the body is stuck in the system’s wheelchair
and you Selene’s airy lover
don’t search here are no those who show willing
too late you’ve hidden behind the armour
you’ll burn like the rest of moon children
they in their cover you out of lack of hope


it is my application
it’s my motion to obtain
the right to madness
the allowable consistency
of anger according to norm
determined for this face of nature
where fury ruins and creates
the breakthrough
enclosed within the limits
for a moment of madness
with a derisive smile
i caress the walls of the city
and smuggle in the minds
of fellow inmates
when I lay the table
to celebrate this hell
nobody joins
but everyone creates it 
i bare my teeth
bite into the arteries
forcing fear
on bended knees before pictures
figures of psychopaths
transport lunatics
into a sublingual vision
not to be licked
chosen cynics
create illusions
based on the whore of hope
masses fly lightly
spit at each other
at you scum
won’t even spit


according to others’ laws and rules
in an enchanted circle
according to others’ laws and rules
of production and consumption
unaware most of what
you’re most strongly convinced of 
other people’s ideas
what you should do or think
they are for you
like brain transplants
the religion of the product recommends
the commandments of fashion directives
in life-proof houses
tv sells dreams
product identity
of clothing subcultures
passive absorption
ready-made dreams
tyranny of the clock
and the assembly line
liturgy of the commodity


the relief of enslavement
in the ceremony of self-righteousness
feeding your own burning stake
by means of extinguishing
in the ashes of satiety the reek
sluggishly trails
overblown ego dies out
only cry and empty laugh
serial number
to sustain chaos - a stab in the heart
for system’s health – concealment
lack of conjecture in an open rebellion
against individualism
in the clutches
in the snare
the silkenly techno logically
stroked inventor
guts himself with the cutting edge
method of ignorance
self-righteous in his
by force of inertia freely
by force of inertia freely grows quiet
unbelievably no one
parasitically proudly
changes gibberish into action
control and its lack
satisfaction and disgust


everybody has to be somebody
nobody is not nobody
nobody trusts nobody
betrayal is omnipresent
when a child is born
don’t say: you should love
‘cause history is ruthless
and requires sacrifices
it’s survival and conquest
it counts without mercy
the dream did not come true though
and turned out to be a nightmare
over there is a monument
erected from dogmas
and you should be the servant
of the omnipresent treadmill
reborn to be given up for milling


radical revision
code: maltreatment by indifference
shivers of disinformation
overfeeding with falsity
ultra short quantum leaps
trampling over
merciful concealment
the only variety
fresh wounds torn
by the whip of self-control
scruples about the herd
boundlessly suppressed
in reckless reincarnation
getting what’s given
for the price
for the price of looting
food deprivation
code: incurable cicatrisation
code: devastation by satiation
the positive result of reduction
triumphant wailing of sirens
on barren rocks around
smooth vastness
illusory niches
reflexes of the bygone
in the curse of survival
ruthlessly ransacked
the tumult of degradation
to sanctify the means
of anxiety of detonation
short-sightedness of calculated
far-reaching perspective
of disorientation
tamely cunningly on the ladder
of incidentally jumped enclosure fences


there is no escape from here
get it into your heads
and all the dough is spent
to have you by the short and curlies
always the same scheme
lies and later murders
where human bloods flows
money flows with it 
some day kneeling over a ditch
you won’t ask why
‘cause you’ll know well
‘cause you’ve voted


now we bow and scrape
we don’t exaggerate
those who thump the global table
smile condescendingly
great extinction
rebirth of identity
in a devastated garden
lost not regained
where concrete cracked
they glued it with plastic
in the crater of nothingness they stuck a banner
with a sign or nobody
we live in loneliness
in abhorrent extermination
it’s how Man was born
it’s how he lies down

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