Clones of Industry

by Caedere

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released December 12, 2009

Drums recorded at Scenic Studio - Zutphen, by Nico van Montfort, XPZ sound, (www.xpzsound.nl).
Guitars, bass & vocals recorded at Deusexinferis Studio - Enschede, by Caedere.
Recording equipment & guitar amp provided by Iwan Heskamp.
All tracks engineered and mixed at Ground Zero - Zutphen, by Pascal Altena and Caedere.
All tracks mastered at AudioVisualZ by Robbe K (www.AudioVisualZ.com).
Music written by Caedere, Lyrics by Michiel Lankhorst, Niels Ottink and Herbert Cats.
Caedere logo by Joel Sta, Band photography by Marit Mekenkamp.
Artwork concept by Hrödger Design & Sjoerd Modderkolk.
Artwork & lay-out by Hrödger Design.

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Track Name: Clones of Industry
Profit in a way but who will have the advantage.
The fairest solution is not the only solution.

Creating a sick society.
We are becoming machinery.
Part of the assembly.
Uniform body's without a mind.
A pounding hart but no soul.
Mechanical control.

Clones of industry.
Paradoxical is our evolution.
Technology should enrich our ways.

But we are becoming more pores by it.
Technology takes over human control
Whenever we want it to happen or, or not

Developing a downfall.
Clones of industry.
Tormented genes collides.
Clones of industry.
Interrupted by a syntax error.
Clones of industry.
Just to set our minds free!
Clones of industry.

Should we be?
Paradoxical is our evolution.
Technology should enrich our fucking ways.

Clones of industry.
Forced between the boundaries of the technical definitions which we can't break.
All we can do is to obey our sophisticated creations in our aluminous state.
Track Name: Need for Greed
Need for greed. Greed as - need.

When the fear will change - into an orgasm of wealth.
It becomes a lust for a bigger need. The need for greed.
It’s for real when you see the bleeding. Greed as need
Now you feel so complete

The knowledge is so great, that your acts seek a bigger need.

When the fear will change - into an orgasm of wealth.
It becomes a lust for a bigger need. The need for greed.
It’s for real when you see the bleeding. Greed as need
Now you feel so complete

The knowledge is so great, that your acts seek a bigger need.

The need for greed!!
The greed grows stronger.
Beyond all your demands,
There is no way it’s going to end.
Going to the end.

Indefeasible suction into another level.
Your grey masses all agree.
The old evolution, to intercept others, who are free.

Take what you want!
The need for greed!
To satisfy yourself.
You can’t see,
what you need to be free.
It’s always another to blame!

People suffocate while you succeed.
Do you have the right,
to claim what is mine?!
Society becomes pulp.
We are all to blame.
We take more then we need.

It’s the sickness of greed!!

When the fear will change - into an orgasm of wealth.
It becomes a lust for a bigger need. The need for greed.
It’s for real when you see the bleeding. Greed as need
Now you feel so complete

The knowledge is so great, that your acts seek a bigger need.

Need – greed – need – greed.

People suffocate while you succeed.
Do you have the right,
to claim what is mine?!

Need for greed!
Track Name: Scorn
No more will we obey, obey your wish to kill.
No more victims caused by, caused by your wordless plaque.
Sod off, get out my face, you fucking stinking chunk.
Exiled you are, your words without the load of truth.
Crushed you by our scorn. Nothing on to torn a body outworn.
The purpose for you which, for which you are born, crushed you by our scorn.

You will not rule us, (we're) not you slaves!
Rot is your system, to the bone.
War hymns about the glorious dead.
Not so glorious but certain they are.
No!
We're not your kind!

No more will we obey, obey your wish to kill.
No more victims caused by, caused by your wordless plaque.
Sod off - get out - my face, you fucking stinking chunk.
Exiled - you are, - your words without the load of truth. ...the load of truth.

Experience the scorn, the suffering, it is here. Scorn!

Your urge to kill. That's not our will.
We're not your kind! Flee you worm.

We're not your kind!
You feel our scorn!
Fools are the blind.

You feel our scorn!