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Razor Cut Reality - 2002
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Tracklist:
1. Careless
2. Victims Of Retaliation
3. Intro "I'm Despair"
4. I'm Despair
5. 45 years (new recording)

Razor Cut Reality was recorded in our rehearsal room in Harderwijk in 2002. Thanx to the time and effort of Arno Krabman. All material is owned by The Embodiment, except for the "I'm Despair" intro, which comes from the movie "The Wishmaster". All music is allowed to be copied and distributed, as long as the owner The Embodiment is mentioned.


1. Careless

As I lay my head to rest. Can't forget the daily process of decay. Inhaling stress with every question I breath. Sleep is what I'm waiting for. fear is what I receive. Trying to escape from reality. Lies, violence, disorder. What is reality more, than a nightmare of someone else's making. While dozing off, into a phase, between conscious and dreams holding on to the thoughts...

Emotions turned numb, while escaping from here. Destiny lies in knowing what to dream, knowing when to dream.

As I lay my head to rest. Link by link emotions break apart. Cannot help to break the links; Feel forced to break the links. Swiftly I shut my eyes before this world, as I lay my head down. Succeeding in acute amnesia. Gently embracing the morning star.

As I lay my head to rest. Only questioning my disinterest. I must seek MY own benefits. Careless as I fall asleep.


2. Victims of Retaliation

The remains of the past, burn. In the dark corners of your mind. The reality of the past pre-ending of your local life. Denied from existence and claimed as death, your being left alone to rot. Swallow the emotional painkiller, which makes you forget... How you control yourself...

Your Eyes closed, by lack of "dealing with". Suppression of the wounds hides the pain. Confident of your perfect life, you ignore the fact. Of your daily procreated instability. What you've been living through, is not part of my past. And it won't justify, your behavior now...

Action before thoughts, victims of retaliation. The ones who didn't share the time. Too blind to see the damage you bring, as the hate explodes in your heart. When you hurt the merciful again.

Irritation builds while control is being weakened. And aggression 's being unleashed upon the world. You could never, forget the hurting, the denial. And the past reclaims its desperation. Swallow the emotional painkiller, which makes you forget... How you control yourself...


4. I'm Despair

the cry of the abandoned child, longing for shelter. Feeling of being alone in a crowded street. The staring eyes emerging from the dark. Repeating darkness that surrounds, in your dreams... I'm the toxin in your veins, which makes your soul bleed. I'm the hidden desire of reliving that emotion over again.

Feeding upon your fear, submitted to awareness. I'll grow on your sorrow. When you least expect it, I'll be the only true enemy. Cause, I'm despair.

The hand on your shoulder by which you realize the end is there. Endless masquerades of hiding from me. I'm the flowing blood which represents being alive. The hollowness of your hopes... When your river stops to flow. A motionless ocean. When there is no more option of expressing yourself.

Feeding upon your fear, submitted to awareness. I'll grow on your sorrow. When you least expect it, I'll be the only true enemy. Cause, I'm despair.

Realizing you became whom or what you always hated. Knowing you will never receive what your heart desires. Once tasted life, an untamed passion. I'll cut it up in pieces and leave the remains to rot, cause... I'm despair...


5. 45 Years

One man, born long ago, bonded, for his life. Revealed, by the creature, of his own, flesh and blood. Abused, and to perish, victim, of lust. Suppressed, and ashamed, to speak, what can't be spoken.

As the mother remembers. What's hidden in her mind. She doesn't want to face again, a replay of the past. As the child speaks, tears roll down, telling her story. She embodies her pain and suffering. Let for 10 long years.

manifesting your selfishness, let by perversity. Youth is being torn apart. Threatened and deceived. Enslaved by sick fantasy, you live your life in secrecy. Even in the future, the agony is still there... All because of lust...

45 years, crashed down on her while the past is revealed. Her own subconscious, throw's up what she has been living through. As the child, enters the room overhearing what, is spoken and said. She breaks down, and speaks, like she never, spoke before.

All because of lust...

What she always feared, but never could find, has became reality. And 45 years....all becomes a lie...