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Deafening Dissonant Millennium

by Human Improvement Process

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1.
Jenova 01:03
instrumental
2.
constant sense of vanity, we fall into this sickening void of chaos, systematically aligned to shape eternity we, the dry grains of sand of the cruel desert that's life we, the withered veins cowardly piercing the deafening silence we belong to the new millennium sweet horizons of madness slowly creeping through dissonant thoughts we never wanted to kneel in front of this cruel fate (chorus) eyes turn to stone as the new sun appears will the mourn of our solitude fill me with pain? we are the sons of the new millennium our future is denied what was promised us won't exist anymore we are the products of the new millennium blank, sterile minds whose deafening lament cannot be sensed in this hollow world this hollow fuckin' world! (chorus) eyes turn to stone as the new sun appears we are drowning in our inner oceans of tears constant sense of vanity we fall into this sickening void we are the sons of the new millennium millennium we are closed in our lost existence under this cold black sun we are the abortions of the dissonant millennium
3.
Erase 04:16
human am I , the imperfect creation, the self-deceived philosopher that feeds on illusions I am the obsolete prey senses collapse, seconds now ages they seem is this only a mental deceit? is this the relentless ruination I am forced to behold? insanity, ties me and condemns me to suffer alone (chorus) erase this pain I feel erase the everyday apathy I lose myself in will I return to you? erase this pain I feel protect me from anyone, anything set me free from lies! when will these unending scars heal? am I just a product of my own tortured mind? here I stay, caged in a sphere-shaped dimension where life is an endless spiral floating around negation I, the human I, the mind is this the relentless ruination I am forced to behold? insanity, ties me and condemns me to suffer alone senses collapse, is this only a mental deceit? (chorus) erase this pain I feel erase the everyday apathy I lose myself in will I return to you? erase this pain I feel protect me from anyone, anything set me free from lies!
4.
Empty Eyes 03:58
apathetic state of self unconsciousness a dream no longer led by reason repression, resistance unveil a new inner self undoing, shattering your tortured defenses you struggle within your mind your defenses, shattered by paranoia introspection designs a portrait of your wicked thoughts embracing a discordant reality you're alone with your madness cognitive dissonance condemns your perceptions, you are alone with your madness your screams, not detected nausea is encoded an ego become too prevailing to be suppressed (chorus) in your empty eyes we realize how fragile we are in the darkest days, we are so far you once were there, walking among mediocrity, following the ignorant dogma carved in human's core, an agonizing soul is dying underneath your flesh cognitive dissonance condemns your perceptions, you are alone with your madness your screams, not detected nausea is encoded an ego become too prevailing to be suppressed (chorus) in your empty eyes we realize how fragile we are in the darkest days, we are so far undoing, shattering your tortured defenses you are dying, crawling, within your mind
5.
can you feel the void of its substance? the lash of a million tongues, licking the wounds of our inner entrapment the paradox discovers its sentence in the gallery of obsession we imagine our introspective self becoming insane we are broken pieces of a denied sanity we, the dehumanized stains of creation, we only wait for the lie (chorus) for the beautiful illusion that feeds on our fears will we find ourselves again in a refuge built upon our last pieces of sanity? the beautiful illusion from which we can't run away can you feel the void of its substance? the lash of a million tongues licking the wounds of our inner entrapment we are broken pieces of a denied sanity we, the dehumanized stains of creation, we only wait for the lie (chorus) for the beautiful illusion that feeds on our fears will we find ourselves again in a refuge built upon our last pieces of sanity? our last pieces of sanity crawl through non-reality where consciousness flows in streams of ignorant omniscience and we outstretch our arms reaching infinity embracing ourselves in nothingness becoming part of essential architectures
6.
reactivate your fragile senses erasing a binding mortality the source of self-denial let the virus spread within our bodies as the machinery gives you a new biomechanical life you are the product: the engine-god, man's artificial savior you preach conceit, shine in disgrace you are the sickening architect of a vacuous paradise, the cynic observer of our ordinary fool existence the flesh mechanism in obsolete decay (chorus) fear not the dreadful passing of time, you, perfect creature unable to cry or feel, unable to heal the wounds of this foolish mankind you are unable to heal these wounds your paradise is falling in pieces spread the contagion to our formless mental state of disorder reactivate your fragile senses erasing a binding mortality the source of self-denial let the virus spread within our bodies (chorus) fear not the dreadful passing of time, you, perfect creature unable to cry or feel, unable to heal the wounds of this foolish mankind the dreadful passing of time you are unable to cry or feel, to heal this foolish mankind
7.
Materioscura 03:29
instrumental
8.
as these wounds bleed with spiteful intent amusing my disobedient glance I recall nightmares and illusions I claim my sanity just to taste suffering, to fall on my knees and cry I am the narrow minded son of mediocrity, the indifferent, the degenerated (chorus) my heaven is lost and my dreams torn apart will this sun warm us again? while our new black sun devours all like a black hole amid the stars will this dying sun warm us again? the architecture of a dying sun makes my emotions flatten apathy unveils my inner conflicts futile is now resistance I am the narrow minded son of mediocrity, the indifferent, the degenerated (chorus) my heaven is lost and my dreams torn apart will this sun warm us again? while our new black sun devours all like a black hole amid the stars my heaven is lost will this sun warm us again? I'm in a reverie the extraordinary unconscious prison the benignant smile of pain
9.
The Process 03:56
your sheer integrity avoids the post human scourge that is me I'm no one, I'm nothing but the unassigned end to anticlockwise beating mechanized hearts I deny each step of this reverse evolution that changed our bodies but did not corrupt our minds (chorus) I'll find, what was left and denied in sleepless hours our infinite struggle, our improvement process I deny each step of this reverse evolution that changed our bodies and chased us from our haven (chorus) I'll find, what was left and denied in sleepless hours our infinite struggle, our improvement process when we fail, the process is finally complete we'll be only shells without a soul
10.
Ethereal 03:44
deconstruction, synthesized birth of machines prototypes of a new race of androids the vile view from scorching icons of nothingness through this ethereal barrier no feelings, like me others, millions born for vanity, searching within themselves a god that's missing within themselves, a god that's missing we all rely on this ethereal lie bred on a clandestine soil our last spark dwells on the edge of denial where atoms are gathering, improving, generating something that never asked to live (chorus) in spirals of infinite pain I fall turning to the observant heavens that separate us from serenity no remorse, cause failure is here at hand your birth is violation of our freedom we all belong to a mechanized sun we are ethereal, fragile minds confined to struggle through the stream of existence fed on lies, we turn our eyes to see the nothing we are atoms are gathering, improving, generating something that never asked to live (chorus) in spirals of infinite pain I fall turning to the observant heavens that separate us from serenity in spirals of infinite pain I fall turning to the observant heavens nothingness, the answer to our insanity
11.
the impulse maltreats our minds its clenched jaws threaten our balance we are waiting for the sentence with hands chained to the floor light is forbidden to our sewn eyelids our sealed dry mouths can't even shout as blood withers in our veins we'll never feel free again (chorus) we fall into ourselves, blinded by pain we are too distant to hear the inhuman cries of our tortured soul denied can you feel our suffering and the nothingness we live in? we are waiting for the sentence of the man-made engine god our sealed dry mouths can't even shout as blood withers in our veins (chorus) we fall into ourselves, blinded by pain we are too distant to hear the inhuman cries of our tortured soul denied devoid of hope, devoid of name we are the slaves of evidence, the cancer of this planet we are the cancer of this planet the impulse maltreats our minds its clenched jaws threaten our balance we are dying, consumed by our own vanity arrogance is our condemnation here is nothingness, here is chaos the hunger of the deepest oblivion feeds on our non-dreams this pain seems so real abandon all hope for we are, we are the victims

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Running time: 41' 45"
(Digital download comes with some hi-res promo pictures and the album booklet)

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released September 10, 2013

Mixed and Mastered by Matteo Tabacco at Raptor Studios.
Cover art by Federico Musetti.

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Human Improvement Process Modena, Italy

The Human Improvement Process hailing from the city of Modena (Italy) plays Experimental death metal. "Enemies of the Sun" out now via Memorial Records.

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