Enemies of the Sun

by Human Improvement Process

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Out on Memorial Records.

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released 20 March 2015

Mixed and mastered by Simone Mularoni (Mnemic, Vision Divine, Secret Sphere, Elvenking) at Domination Studios.
Cover art by Federico Musetti.

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Track Name: Enemies of the sun
Instrumental
Track Name: Project Monarch
the sickening lies of the regime
nourish a new age of man
confined to the physical
our minds condemned to obey
an exoskeleton of fear
a centrifuge of thoughts
structured dissociation
identity erased

they watched us crawl through our shattered dreams
while manipulating our consciousness

(chorus)
they watched us feed
they watched us reject our former self
built to follow their vanity
the only reason we exist

upon the throne of conceit
they reclaim their omnipotence

trapped inside a conscious host
we're now corrupted, damaged and

lost
constantly
searching for an answer
redefined
driven by the need to kill

trapped inside a conscious host
we're now corrupted, damaged and
lost behind interwined souls
preachers of disharmony herald our dissolvence

moved by hidden strings
for reasons we can't understand
accepting our role
as merciless machines
with science and sorcery
they shaped the souls of the weak
a matter of life, death and everything in between

the womb of displacement breeds
the new era, the new world order
in which we are slaves

(chorus)
they watched us feed
they watched us reject our former self
built to follow their vanity
the only reason we exist
Track Name: Tortured Hands of Reason
bleached fragments of immaculate consciousness
dwell behind the shapeless void
eyes reopened, movements detected
perception reactivated

agony procreated by a distorted mind
that feeds on shadows against the wall of substance

I'm the insane, the figure not shaped
translucent, indefinite, blank
the spiritual disharmony perpetually drowning in tears

my glance can't reach the cold and distant sun
defective projection of my inner torment
am I real? Am I alive?

(chorus)
greed and despair
voraciously swallow all signs of hope from our
newborn sun
serenity is what I cling to in my psychic seclusion

the inner mutation draws
iridescent paths through the void
your empty faith is rejected
mirroring abstract prophecies

this world is sentenced to death
and we unconsciously procreate the infection

the turmoil arises from negation
as we speak, as we deceive ourselves
denying the truth, but allowing the deceit
the two of my eyes blindly scan the unexpected

my glance can't reach the cold and distant sun
defective projection of my inner torment
am I real? Am I alive?

(chorus)
greed and despair
voraciously swallow all signs of hope from our
newborn sun
serenity is what I cling to in my psychic seclusion

images framed in a regretful vortex of disillusion
the teeth of insanity still glimmering
waiting for my demise
as the tortured hands of reason
sharpen their nails against my nerves
I proclaim my failure