Miserable Fate - The Opportunist

Vocals & Lyrics : Tomcha
Guitars, Bass: Ozdemir "Oz" Yilmaz // @miimaz
Drums : Mateusz 'Mat' Melanowski
Guitars, Synth, Mix, Production : Chris Schlüter // @chris-schlue

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Lyrics:

(I) waited too long for a savior.
(I) only saw a fraud.
(What can you hope for ?)
(They) fully control our behaviors.
I'm sure it's part of the clause .
(I) look down when I see my neighbor.
It's for the good cause.
(Nothingness is yours !) 
I don't need my thoughts anymore.
All is about to explode ! 

Your gentle words made me lose my faith.
(You're not strong enough !!! You' re not strong enough!!!)
Your pride has only increased my hate.
(I can only laugh !!! I can only laugh !!!)
I will no longer decide my fate. 
(I will never stop !!! I will never stop !!!)
We take part of this mess !

We are buried by our fathers, enslaved by our misery. (Face your enemy !)
Ready to the new order, end of our destiny.
Lies will be our only answer,  you will never be sorry. (Real fatality !) 
Stay away...No one is safe, end of the story.

(We) like to fuck ourselves for glory.
(To) become the next king.
(This is guarantee  !)
(To) be the best, we kneel for money. 
Greed is just the beginning !

I know there is nothing left to save.
(Welcome to this game ! Welcome to this game !)
My own life is a waste !

We are buried by our fathers, enslaved by our misery. (Face your enemy !)
Ready to the new order, end of our destiny.

(Lies ! Lies ! Lies !.................)
Domination...Confiscation...Condemnation...Sequestration.
This is what they need ! This is what we need ! This what you need !This is what I need !

I decided to become your slave. 
(It's the only choice !!! It's the only choice!!!)
I must resolve to stay in my grave. 
(I won't hear your voice  !!! I won't hear your voice  !!!)
I will entrust my life to the brave. 
(You are just a toy !!! You are just a toy !!!)
We fall into disgrace ! 

We are buried by our fathers, enslaved by our misery. (Face your enemy !)
Ready to the new order, end of our destiny.
Lies will be our only answer,  you will never be sorry. (Real fatality !) 
Stay away...No one is safe, end of the story.

We are only toys ! We are only toys ! We are only toys ! We are only toys !

Obedience Toy

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Confession (Feat. Oscar Lindberg)

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Epiphany of a Corpse

Read-read-read
note-note-note
footnote the soul of a mole in a coat
Ink-ink-ink
scratch-scratch-scratch
argue ‘bout the meaning of the word dispatch
Mark-mark-mark
quote-quote-quote
stack your sources ‘til the shelves revolt

Our coffee’s black as our funding gap
our deadlines bend like a yoga map
We publish thoughts no one will heed
but glory’s in the planted seed

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

We mine in texts nobody reads
stacking scrolls like ancient reeds
A grant’s a dragon guarding lore
you flatter it, it gives you more

Work-work-work, till the candles die
rewrite the truth with a scholar’s lie
Proof-proof-proof till the moon’s been spun
and toast to the joy of the kingdom of Some

Ink-stained hands and a mind half-mad
argue with ghosts you never had
Measure the weight of a metaphor’s bone
and carve your thesis into stone

Trade your hours for immortal lines
digging through dust for half-formed signs
Argue ‘til dawn on a point obscure
declare the riddle “still unsure”

Who holds the key to the scholar’s vault?
"We do! We do! It’s all our fault!"
Who stacks the scrolls ‘til the shelves cave in?
"We do! We do! Let the work begin!"

Push-push-push the ink along
sing-sing-sing the unwritten song
laugh-laugh-laugh at the scholar’s jest
then bind it in the Book of Rest
Dig-dig-dig through the dusty mind
find-find-find what the rest won’t find

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

And when the ink runs dry at last
we drink to the future
and footnote the past
Read-read-read
Write-write-write

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

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