Surviving The Ideal

by Koralis

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All music and lyrics composed and written by Alan Black, Mark Smith, Cameron Robertson, Lewis Ingram and Lyle Dear.

We thank Steven Jones of From Sorrow To Serenity for producing the EP for us and Matt from Memoria Design for the artwork.
Lastly, we thank you for taking the time to listen to our EP. Talk to us on Facebook and let us hear your thoughts!

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released December 18, 2014

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A 5 piece Tech Metal band based in Glasgow, Scotland.

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Track Name: Fragment
Don’t believe that you can keep us living down this hole.
We can see the silhouettes plotting from above, only to cripple us more.
We can feel the dirt kicked upon our faces but what you don’t understand, you can’t comprehend, is that you can no longer keep us living.

Broken.  
What the fuck is wrong with this world? 
Curving, bending, twisting; manipulating the purpose of life.

This pointless insanity has made this world so naive. 
It fuels my anxiety.
What the fuck is with these conspiracies.
Ughleh! Holy Shit! 
I don't know what to believe. 

Broken, blinded, confounded, paralysed, perplexed, abandoned;  
It's too complex. 
For us to know. 

For we are just a mortified, mind raped, so called human race. 

Don't tell me you were thinking exactly the same thing.
No harm will come to your crown. 
Look through a blue & red haze. 
Beat down around, eradicate. 
We are all still standing 
Push, pull, kill, process, eliminate.

We, have lost the will to fight. What would you say? 
If i asked for a second chance. 
Would you give me the respect I need to live the rest of my life?

For we are just a mortified, mind raped, so called human race. 
Track Name: Drifting
Is this real life or make believe?
Constrained by a never-ending plurality. 
Keep searching in fear of a non-existent entity.
What makes you think I owe you anything?
You're the reason I'm still drifting!

And everything as we know it will turn up side down
We're not built for this...

And still we refuse to see ourselves for what we really are. 
We've been at this for far to long. 
Fools. You've turned! 
Into mindless, misguided, activists of suppression. 
We won't be rescued. 
We're all guided by insurgence (keep searching).
It's never-ending; we're all drifting.
 
And yet you never said that things would end up this way. 
A silent platform pushing and pulling to never be persuaded in the end. 
And now we're losing our minds.
We are all falling behind.

There's only so much bullshit humanity can take. 
We're clawing back to fix your mistakes. 
We're all trapped in disbelief. only after one thing. 
Ignore the controversy and lie. Lie in defeat.
Wear the hypocrisy with pride (with pride).
Suffocated into a docile reality so sick of this mutant existence. 
Lacerated each decision you make. 
Choices, your own mistakes.

Full of voices. Thousands of voices tied into one.
One voice different whispering from a distance. 
Spying from the dark.
Ain't no blade can protect you, from the truth.
Ain't no blade can protect you.
The bridge is broken. 
We don't belong. 
Our hands are bleeding,
But we won't let go.
Track Name: tmgb
I say that you are afraid of this world that you ultimately created.
Antagonise and try to justify all the fucked up things you did.

Build this world in the picture of a dystopian future.
As if we were ever built to fly and still we try, as if we've all lost our minds. 

You wait and see, you'll all regret this. 
You'll trade our names for power, for fame.
Afraid to fight, afraid to win but it's all the same.

We know how fresh the water can be.
We know how clean the air should taste. 
When you put your strengths at bay, the strings holding your system together will eventually break. 

Read between the lines confined, unable to rectify. 
The restrictions set before our life, look around you might just discover the truth.
Track Name: It's Alive!
Are we a part of the insufficient collective? 
Make us feel worthless, nothing but a digit.
Day by day, governed by insignificance.
Those monstrous eyes, engulfing our minds.
Infectious, pretentious, melodious, in untrained eyes. 
Now we pay the price (we're the last of our kind). 
We're the last of our kind.
We can't be told what to do with our lives.  

We're all stuck in disillusion - screaming for retribution. 
We're all lost in hysteria, dreaming of revolution. 
It's Alive!

Scream, shout; become one with the moral high ground.
As you attempt to make us all weaker, continue to look down at the inferior.   
Together we said.

You could say that we were never supposed to make it.
Give us our world back. 

Our imaginations are progressively withering.
The lack of temptation to thrive and achieve. 
What is the point? We're the successors of a neglected suppressed minority. 

We couldn't fool this world, we're not indestructible.
We're all one with a paradigm called survival.

It's Alive!
Track Name: Novus Deus
We cross and re-cross our tracks loathing ourselves.
Rippling through, reality. 
We’re the sentient desolant, bio solution. 

To these so called gods, all our hopes died with you. 
Is it beyond our reach? This mystery. 

This world spins from the same unseen forces that they control. 
We have to accept we can’t play god. 

The nature of our immortal lives are the consiquences of their words. 
Our lives are not our own; from womb to tomb.
We are bound past and present to the essence of the engineers. 

Proclaim the majesty and supremacy you up hold. 
A spectra biological never ending frenzy.
Reverberating the neuro walkways of our minds. 
Reformulating the galaxies that fuel our thoughts.
Naive creators posing as our gods. 

We’re revolved around our own selfish need for greed. 
We’re resulting into nothing.
Their hiding our innermost meaning for existing. 

Built upon this uneven foundation; all hail the engineers. 

The problem is, we won’t admit that we were wrong most of the time. 
We keep in line, if we were wise. 
Chronological cattle in disguise. 

Redefine terror as you initialise fear. 
Fuel the lifeless, soulless war machine; all hail the engineers.                         
Sat upon your technocratic throne.
Darkness emerges from the kingdoms that you used to rule. 
We can’t trust what they say.
They only want our blood; they only wanted pain.  

We’re falling into eternity questioning our self awareness. 
Like we’re at a lower state of conciseness. 
What are your intentions with the rest of us?

Dance, deploy. Destroy the world in the name of your majesty. 
Conform the unknown, bestow your power. 
Whilst you farm our seas.