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Quasarborn TV (Official Live Video)

⚠️ Quasarborn u Beogradu, 5. oktobra u klubu Doma omladine, uz mlade snage Majak! ⚠️ BandCamp: https://quasarborn.bandcamp.com/album... iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the... Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Odyssey-Room-1... Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5pG973... SUBSCRIBE: http://tinyurl.com/hqr662j Tracklist: 00:06 Blood Honey 03:55 No Mustapha Mond 07:51 A (Suicide) Letter to Humanity Quasarborn is: Luka Matković – Vocals, guitars Đorđe Luković – Guitars Miloš Tomasović – Bass guitar Marko Danilović “Tihi” - Drums Official links: Facebook:   / quasarborn101   Instagram:   / quasarborn   Audio production by Luka Matković Original video recorded by Faculty of Dramatic Arts students in late 2016. Additional editing by Drumwitch Photography & production design by Jovana Uzelac Video post production by Marko Danilović "Tihi" Sound effects by Nikola Janković Lyrics: BLOOD HONEY Panic in concrete landscapes Sirens are wailing, chaos prevailing A word on everyone's lips Flooding your mind, contriving compliance TERROR The new all-encompassing Antagonist Corpses rot in the streets Symbols of liberty RAMPAGE, DECEIT, PROFIT Factories produce only fear CABAL, BLOODSHED, MALICE The bane of the human race is near Cheap ink, recycled paper Tell dreadful tales of distant soil False flag operations Tomorrow's ally is yesterday's foe SCAPEGOAT Design your own enemy Vile travesty On the day he turns renegade Plunder, annihilate RAMPAGE, DECEIT, PROFIT Factories produce only fear CABAL, BLOODSHED, MALICE The bane of the human race is near In the end just one issue remains Who will you rule after everyone's dead? Impotent power, the wealth you collect: Blood Honey NO MUSTAPHA MOND Plague Deadly plague Of this age We all bear it Now, between orders of apathy The chosen few cross the line Pain Faith in our eyes Pain Flounder or die Pain We must survive Pain Crossed by the skies Apt Rough and ready To defy It all comes down to this Grind your teeth, blast through the barricades Nothing to lose − a deceitful thought Pain Faith in our eyes Pain Flounder or die Pain We must survive Pain Crossed by the skies Captivity, anguish inconceivable No thrilling finale, no Mustapha Mond Pain Faith in our eyes Pain Flounder or die Pain We'll not survive Pain Crossed by the skies A (SUICIDE) LETTER TO HUMANITY This society's gone to total shit You're an idiot whatever you believe Everything you perceive is aimed to deceive Invisible government backed by professional liars Comfort you with the illusion of choice And catchy bundles of words that don't mean anything Religious vacant promises Of afterlife help you die with no regrets Feel like you belong and yes, you're the righteous one Apathy The ultimate drug to spur a murderer Pumping lies to dehumanize Stop waiting for World War Three, you're already fighting it Fuck PR, I'm just speaking my mind A luxury in the world of today Foiled and drunk I vigorously write This letter to humanity All these corporations You don't even know exist Mold debt slaves into batteries You won't swallow “entertainment”? Then you'll shatter under fear! War on drugs As with all wars, cheering for both sides Hypocrisy, escapist wet dream Beat into your brain that it's the liberating way Internet: You're sold to your own self Disinform, sway to manufacture consent As if you ever cared in the first place Progress Is just a side-effect of greedy industries Farming forcefully turning obsolete So worship those new machines while you're literally eating shit Fuck PR, I'm just speaking my mind A luxury in the world of today Foiled and drunk I vigorously write This letter to humanity I search for my place in this realm of deceit Corrupt decisions, guilt, I cannot take it I can't take it Consumed by this surmise Have I become the object of my despise Exploit my primitive impulse and thrive Worship the empire, the term to survive To stay alive Am I going crosswise Betrayed myself, joined in on the lies But as I glance over the self-proclaimed elite Completely out of touch with reality Oblivious, death's the sole deliverance You Decoy Beautiful lie Born from the ashes of sanity To sway the vague savant