in this void i am
deprived of all
i submerge.

so hard to grasp,
the balance disturbs
once more i become
inanimate.
a piece of yesterday.

no, i won't
be afraid
of the known,
of me.

i missed so much...
while astray... so much.
my beloved dichotomies!

you too have a time
to collapse into real.
we must interfere
to be.

but why resign
to patterns of accordance?
can't we love the random beauty,
the freedom of uncertainty?

Atheos God - Random Beauty

it's the animal
it's you
it's the enemy 
it's me 

so fond of peace
you found the beast
will you let it live
will you stay still

alone, they despise
together they laugh
when will one accept
the extinction of our race

it's the animal
it's you
it's the enemy 
is me 

these humans that live
and plague the earth
fail the plain existence
they succumb to life

the final solution
extinguish mankind
erase our history
the landmarks of stupidity 
erase to once again create
a world free of people
i hate us



Atheos God - Zero Reich

Grow evil child
and regret your fate,
acquire the tools of oppression
that will succeed one day.
You're the pride of your parents,
they see another brother in you.

Had something so unique,
against human nature.
You are our legacy,
obey our gods.  
Grow evil child, grow,
be all you ought to be,
answer craving's call
and neglect your thoughts.

It's time to die
The future  
Isn't safe.
How can you escape
your future self?
How can you die?
You selfish fuck 

Now a grown up man
not evil anymore
you live unseen.
Extinction in your mind
to erase all the malice
and give a new fresh end,
imagine no people.
Reunite with the animal
abolish good and evil.
Grow evil child,
be what they taught you to be.

It's time to die
The future is not safe
The man will get you
It has been written
How can you die?
How can you die?

Atheos God - Evil Child

It flows so nicely
oh sweet sound of evil
vengeance comes alive
and as a servant i obey

I surely have control but i choose not
the time for justice has come
no words shall be spoken
for the punish is  deafening 

Was my freedom that was hurt
with such hunger for control
your person didn't suffice
and now your life i take

Bow to this template of hate
incarnate the source of pain
accept suffering as your faith

As sick as i never thought
as animal as i've always denied
i am almost ashamed 
but i embrace evil

The kindness just vanished 
and the once righteous
now becomes  the template of hate
so sick 









 

Atheos God - Template of Hate

Grow evil child 
and regret your fate, 
acquire the tools of oppression 
that will succeed one day. 
You're the pride of your parents, 
they see another brother in you.

Had something so unique, 
against human nature. 
You are our legacy, 
obey our gods. 
Grow evil child, grow, 
be all you ought to be, 
answer craving's call 
and neglect your thoughts.

It's time to die 
The future 
Isn't safe. 
How can you escape 
your future self? 
How can you die? 
You selfish fuck

Now a grown up man 
not evil anymore 
you live unseen. 
Extinction in your mind 
to erase all the malice 
and give a new fresh end, 
imagine no people. 
Reunite with the animal 
abolish good and evil. 
Grow evil child, 
be what they taught you to be.

It's time to die 
The future is not safe 
The man will get you 
It has been written 
How can you die? 
How can you die?

Hello good sir
What are you up to?
I'm fine thank you
Just a little worried
the economy is a mess
i'm feeling like
speaking a bad word

and the weather 
ain't good either
this cold is terrible
my knees hurt
oh bullocks 

what about your family
is your grandma feeling well
oh, good to know
i wish h er the best
she is a lovely lady  
lovely person! 


and the weather 
ain't good either
this cold is terrible
my knees hurt
oh bullocks

goodbye and take care
hope to hear from you soon

Nail Surgery - Gore Words

recurrent states
convince me now
of how linear i'm not
somewhere remote
i lost track
of the safe paths
perdures the memory
that begets lunacy

it's still clear
why i'm here 
only shame held me back

Ah ah, i ain't coming back
because knowledge addicts
or some sort of illness
either way, this is home

i must think logically 

I'm so well prepared
to lose control
must think, must deduce

calmly it sets in
as a friend it conveys
the ways of the mad
the transient traditions

it's still clear
why i'm here 
only shame held me back

Ah ah, it would make sense
to reinforce the idea
that i know something
that i am a person

i need lasting silence 

i thought so for a while
but why lie
i'm fucking nuts






Atheos God - The Ways of the Mad

at the supermarket
unlid the scents of freshness
the fragrances of joy
lemonnnnnnnnnnn

spread it evenly
across the floor
it'll shine
oh glorious smell
 
i've become 
a smelling maniac
addicted to floral
atmospheres

Nail Surgery - The Stench

everything in a box
all pretty and shit
desire of conformity
and lack of control
it's the age of prettiness
that ends so ugly
but who are these men
who don't have a soul

i now see they exist 
between dream and illusion
and they get satisfaction
from fucking others lives
little tiny details
the flavor of so many
big human values
the forgotten basic

but i suspect it thrills them
a pattern or a rule
and the servitude 
from eating illogical acts
probably had no time
maybe had no will
but the absence of thought
is constant and shocking

chaotically i try to change
i struggle before consumption 
dreading a similar torture
i do not want to hate myself
i do not want to conform
i do not want to perform
i want the chaos of reason

decaying elite...









Atheos God - Decaying Elite

each new day he would
dream with a new world
with the rules of no one

he imagined so many wonders    
good intentions would suffice
for the old system to fall

that glorious day has arrived    
he's now the lord of this land
the good man project     

first, everything shined      
such a noble endeavor
to eradicate all oppression

but he forgot how deep 
the habits infiltrate 
for he's the son of a bad man

for each man that is born
there's a prison assigned
a familiar place
which the ownership we deny 

it appears that suffering
was in his mind
he had the freedom to be free
and to neglect the pain

he thought he was unique
that there was hope
but he's the source!


Atheos God - The Good Man Project

can't stand the whys 
wake up and wonder
when was i awake
am i really me?
or some inner illusion
some mind's creation
   
I question myself 
if i'm asking me
So many doubts
Might answer nothing

Just can't stand the whys
Endless thoughts of void  

at the edge of death
look back and understand
there's nothing to know
no sense at all
 
there is a man
that should not exist
he needs the impossible
he lives in all

how do i ask 
If no one's speaking
I crave for answers
and beg for silence

traps of reason
a state of nothingness
i don't know if i know





  





Atheos God - Traps of Reason

Hello, my name is André Castro, and i'm portuguese. Musically, i currently compose for Atheos God (my main project), Nail Surgery (a just for fun side project) and Peste (programmed drums). Excluding Evil Child, all the other works you can hear, are recorded at home. Feel free to share your opinion, and in case you like the songs, please share them with your friends. All the songs are freely available for download ;)

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