Fight, right, fear, impossible to hear
Enough, tough, wrath, unable to find a path
Media infected, truth - desire
Nation disrespected, world freedom is on fire
Come back to dark ages, trapped by politics
Deterioration rages, cannot be saved by critics
Oh, can you see
Ferocious sighting at the horizon
Gruesome artificial composition
Overwhelming will absorber
Omnipresent mind destroyer
Here it comes, telling only lies
Can you hear, resonate cries
Here it comes, intrusion
Can you feel confusion
Confusion!
Fight, right, fear, impossible to hear
Enough, tough, wrath, unable to find a path
Spread infection, expect real danger
People dissection caused by nameless stranger
Product defective, society deceiver
False directive cut in half by verbal cleaver
Oh, can you see
Ferocious sighting at the horizon
Gruesome artificial composition
Overwhelming will absorber
Omnipresent mind destroyer
Ferocious sighting at the horizon
Gruesome artificial composition
Overwhelming will absorber
Omnipresent mind destroyer
where the first HG album felt like a spiritual successor to Necrophagist, I feel that TCoS is TRUE prog tech death, from the melodic clean vox down to the myriad of electric notes. Any time, any day, pop it on, I’m gonna hear it through Lovdahl, Ian