1. ROOM 101
2. MUTUAL ASSURED DESTRUCTION
3. SEPARATED ENTITY ALTERATION
4. CONFRONTATION (PYREXIA COVER)
5. MILLENNIUM FUCK
+CD-ROM bonus

DESPISE
dejvy kredl - guitars
jaroslav šantrůček - guitars
jaroslav petřík - bass, backing vocals on 5
tomáš prášek - bass
radim dvořák - drums programming
michal kusák - voice

Special guests:
tomáš 'střap' štulík - backing vocals on 1, 2, 3, 4.
roman 'barney' týgl - backing vocals on 1, 2, 3.

Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4 were recorded in winter 2001 at studio Hostivař
Track 5 was recorded and the whole CD was remastered at our home studio in spring 2003 in Kolín.

lyrics - michal

ROOM 101

Text tohoto songu je přímo inspirován románem George Orwella 1984, k čemuž přímo odkazuje samotný název. Místnost 101 byla bodem, v němž byl s definitivní platností zlomen poslední odpor tzv. nepřítele systému. Zde Místnost 101 slouží jako synonymum nejtajnějších lidských fóbií, iracionálního, podvědomého strachu. Něčeho, co si každý člověk nese hluboko v sobě, co nepouští na světlo, nesdílí ani se svými nejbližšímu a dokonce si je ani nepřipouští ve strachu sám před sebou. Je to zdroj nejhlubších obav a nočních můr, nejistoty a úzkosti. Věci, jež vyplouvají na povrch v absolutním tichu a samotě, proto člověk před tichem a samotou utíká, utíká sám před sebou. Otázka je, co se může stát, pokud dojde nejen k odhalení této části lidského nitra druhým člověkem. Těžko dostupná, přesto však existující slabina skrývající v sobě možnost a riziko zneužití za účelem absolutní manipulace.

Disappointment over failure
From subordination to degradation

Appointment with the probability of unreturn
Engrave my mark, encrypt the anguish
Defeated, broken… destined to remained unseen
When the pain itself is not enough
Unleashed, unspoken…
Celebrate the enemy, no shelter given
What´s done begins to shape again

Unpossess the repossession
Sealed into perserverance
Virtual psychic decimation

Respected filth… abuse of hate unnecessary
To break up into disarray

The deepest fears
Malicious irony
Terminal degree devastation

Embodied… reaching complete
Merciless mercenary… success granted
When the truth goes missing
Drifting into a gutter

Routinized stage of ultimate intimidation
A disturbing picture of supreme emptiness

MUTUAL ASSURED DESTRUCTION

Termín MUTUAL ASSURED DESTRUCTION se objevuje v období studené války, kdy oba protějšky bipolárního světa disponovaly takovým jaderným arzenálem, že v případě nukleárního útoku jednoho by vzápětí došlo k protiúderu ze strany druhého a došlo bu tedy k jistému vzájemnému zničení (mutual assured destruction). Text je ovšem všechno jen ne politický, jde o aplikaci konceptu jistého vzájemného zničení na mezilidské, přesněji řečeno partnerské vztahy.

Perfect blindness to see a man
Only through the actions

Self-fulfillment righteous to the wound
Of once lost power
Forbidden to a similar state of mind
Loathsome…
Division between unity and pride

When someone dies
Everybody looses something

Solitude
Over the lost path
Towards reality

Unable to resolve the piedestal of divinity
Expression of natural affection… full of meaning
According to a creative image without weight and endurance
Rely on the reliable unfaithfulness through fading out

Mutualize… the danger hidden behind the wall
Savagism… helplessness of human being
Beyond all imagination

Unreaching the common destiny
Abolishing the pressure emerging
From the hole into the perfectness
Admire the self-ablazed denial
No loneliness for the dying
When the world is not a wonder
Anymore

Destruction to decision
Based on sensual difiguration
No vestiges of dignity

Reaching out for the formation of structural fusion
Adapted to the mass
Manifesting protection

SEPARATED ENTITY ALTERATION

Skladba, jež měla po textové stránce navazovat na „Here In My Reality“ z dob Animality, která se točí kolem pocitu člověka, který se podle měřítek většinové společnosti jeví svému okolí jako blázen, narušený či nenormální. Jak to ale vnímá takový člověk? Jemu se mohou všichni ostatní jevit jako nenormální… Jako entita (Entity) se zde myslí jedinec, sice součást celku, přesto oddělený (Separated), dochází k pozměnění jeho osobnosti vnějším zásahem (Alteration) – například vlivem svého okolí, které může vést právě k oddělení od tohoto okolí. Nicméně během psaní textu došlo k určité evoluci směrem k mystičtějšímu rozměru a dalo by se říci i k jakémusi rozvinutí do duchovní roviny. Text si ovšem za žádnou cenu nedělá nárok na to, aby byl chápán jako nějaké poselství, agitace či něco podobného.

I refuse to feel the pain unnecessary
or a meaning of a subject lies in its absence

Manifest of absolutness
Sick, deranged and dangerous

Time hasn´t formed its harvest
A slow rhythm of the appearance of scars
In the name of their own plague
Never to be judged by those
Condemned to material experience

I am the mirror builder
I am the mirror builder
I am the mirror builder
Arming the man by bringing order
I am the mirror builder
I am the mirror builder
A form in its future shape

Bias towards what is
Instead of what shall be
What endures and what is mighty
When the base itself is frightening

I reign and therefore I choose

I punish… because I cannot salve
I am builder of dominion
I am habit that brings motion
Revealing the glimpse of truth

Free a man and he will create
Fingerprints of chaos
Pleasure found in feeling sorry
For the dead in their perfectness

CONFRONTATION (PYREXIA cover)
(Music - Basile, Lyrics - DeVito)

Farrakhan
You repulse me
Racist
Confrontation

Speaking your words of piece with our enemies
Lying bastard
Lead the innocent with hopes of unity
Separatist
Separate the masses
Divide the populace
You...
Keep feeding a fire that is already out of control

What does your faith think?
Do they condone your treachery?
This cannot be

What gave you the right
The right to speak for me?
You talk down on the motherland
Blood stained money crossing hands
Allied with the devil
To infiltrate us silently
Chipping away at social infrastructure
Eroding confidence where progress can be seen
Continually re-igniting a diatribe
An atrocity that's been dead for nearly a century

Your life is filled with greed
Articles of faith, the seed of blind salvation
Impostor to luther king, man with the true views
Entice the commonality, until they turn on you

Profit from the anger
Fill your pockets with an oppression
That once plagued you
Homilies deceptive
Fanatical lies
Anti pathetical work the work you do

You will not stop until the races are at war
Total supreme division the end you have in store
Hate those not of your kind
They are the tyrants who oppressed you
This cannot be...

You... Insult the intelligence of mankind
You... Are the antagonist
Preaching your hate
You are the real racist
Who killed malcolm x?

Your life is filled with greed
Disciples of your hate
The seeds of mans extinction
Impostor to luther king, man with the true views
Hide from your words of hate
When we all turn on you

MILLENNIUM FUCK

Soarway achievement
Every step from disorder to concentration is gravely paid
Pain and huilt are the essential by-products
Abundant and utilized

Enexpected consequences of primary failures
Expanding from negliglible to enormous
From simplicity to complex second-order experience

The demand for unlimited survival
Though dying has become the ultimate fate
Of the living mass

Freedom is the possibility of failure
Eliminating absolute truth
Another step on the line of hopelessness
Built-up tension means the end of fiction

Enslaving the different
In the name of the progress
Industrialized murder... Accidental

Worthless and fucked up deceiving
Preaching humanity, practicing cruelty

Aggression driven by fear
And carnage of mind inertia

Greed instead of desire
Pressure of human factor
Struggling and hunting - fuck you
Fuck you sad loosers
Dont you have an enemy?
Fuck you - create yourselves one!
You'll get swept away
As you always have

1. A LIGHT WHIRL, MY GUIDE
2. TWO DIFFERENT WAYS
3. THE STORY CONTINUES
4. THE SEAT OF THE WAVES OF LOWNESS
5. FEATURE
+CD-ROM bonus

IMPERIAL FOETICIDE
jaroslav šantrůček - guitars
tomáš prášek - bass, backing vocals on 1
radim dvořák - drums
michal kusák - voice

Tracks 2, 3, 4, 5 were recorded in summer 2000 at studio Shaark.
Track 1 was recorded and whole CD was remastered at our home studio in spring 2003 in Kolín.

lyrics - tomáš

TETRALOGY - ANOTHER WAY, ANOTHER NARRATION

I. A LIGHT WHIRL, MY GUIDE

Hands are plaiting in the sighn of hidden powers while my inner world is calming down, diminishing its room and preparing itself for the meeting. A touch of the unknown when the doors of knowledge open in the far distance. Nailed to the ground I am crawling against the wind fiercely beating the ground around me towards and open slot. A light whirl has suddenly filled the every last piece of my inferior and has become my guide on a lond and winding path to a destination that was as far as the other side and though so close just to be touched with each further step of mine the wind-man wiped out more and more letter from the book of my fate. The pages are flying up and down helplessly and his strong arms tear them to pieces with great delight. Cast blasts of the wind shake my inner image when I enter a oath leading to utter depths of infinite existence of the creatures whose faces are trimming my pilgrimage.

II. TWO DIFFERENT WAYS

I am getting as far as the edge of existence to the very bounds of life cycle while my being as a small point wanders through the space. I am touching an energy wall towering in front of me. I am paralysed by its majestic dignity and the strength shining out of it while it spreads its fingers around me closing the way back. I am trying to look through and grasp a glimpse of anything behind when my sight is captured by dark stains reaching from behind the wall and they are taking it away of the waves of lowness. I am striving ti get over the wall to catch the other part of myself and pass the way through dark pores of the great beast of evil to cross over the breaking edge to traverse the abyss with no bridge across. Lead by a voice of an unknown stranger hidden inside me. Two different ways, two enemies fighting each other.

III. THE STORY CONTINUES

Inside the dark emptiness I am dragged through by a force coming to me from an unknown furtherness. A long way to a part of my being is just beginning. Adventurous stories reaching behind the border of absoluteness on the long path through vast planes beyond the burnt road of the sun setting down under a vault of a generous god. Lowlands turned to mountains and nostrils of another dragon are hiding me away from intriques of the guard of the paths. The countryside is changing fast on both ways, the one of mine and the one of the stranger hidden in my inner self so different they are but despite that connected in one.

IV. THE SEAT OF THE WAVES OF LOWNESS

The trotting stirrups of birds supercede with the hits of wings of flying horse. Water and fear are standing against us. The fire that is burning the snowflakes floating around in the air shows the stranger the way while I am sitting down on the ground in order to receive new power. It is an exhausting hunt for that what I have perhaps never lost. I discover myself in a tangling maze of the friend the stranger are standing next to each other more powerfull than ever before in front of the seat of the waves of lowness covering the skies. A part of our pilgrimage has come to an end and another is just the beginning. It is a hunt for something that I have perhaps never lost. The two of our ways have only one destiny.

PLEASURE

You are trying to outstrip the whirl of a flying bullet when the sun is beating down upon the sound. The fast pulse of mind exiled to a very edge of an abyss, giant stones swallow the energy of their creators, the aims hidden in a deep underground entangle themselves of a pilgrims paths towards a vertex leaving behind the desire for duration and the guest to pass through the energy gate towards a calm surface of nothing that is eyewitness of secular events shies away from a force that gives life to others. I feels just like a breathe of wind in the infinity of continuance. After the years of calm disturbed only by footfalls on the curious ones it has again experienced the burden of being a pedestal of a doom and an end of wandering of other beings. Its conciousness so dismally venerable in its vastness, the dark grey has experienced much, touches of the feet of monarchs, a rustle of mind-controllers, the knees of the poor ones, the jingling of bronze and iron at the edge of an energy field. Only calm consonancy will last together with dust of the desert and with the touch of bright light penetrating into grey wrinkles of memory.