The Odyssey to Room 101

by Quasarborn

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Barging straight in, mosh, bang, stage dive Break a few limbs on the way, you're just fine Breathe dirt and sweat, beers fly overhead Thrash metal mania back from the dead We're anti-everything, brotherhood forged in blood Bash your pseudo-virtue, we pray to our own god Impose your rebellion On society's decay Outshout their judgment Do it your own way! Head against the wall Do whatever it may take Live the underground Do it your own way! Poverty stricken, nothing to eat Who gives a fuck, man, just crank the skank beat Parade our uniforms, sleeping in trains Romping through life as such with toxic veins Irreverent hoodlums terrorize your neighborhood Carve fear into your bones with rock solid attitude Impose your rebellion On society's decay Outscream their judgment Do it your own way! Head against the wall Do whatever it may take Live the underground Do it your own way! Destroyed in the corner, face buried in palms Father's obit, rests on the floor, calm Hungry and tired and broke and no job Of easy life he has been robbed Reality strikes and his idols betray The will to live fading away Reached a dead end, all the pressure devours Slowly deteriorate into a state of sheer desperation [Lead: Luković] Suffocate in the sounds of your own screams And who you used to be Seeming so distant and pale Like awakened from a pleasant dream Chapters unforeseen Are yet to be unfolded
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Born of the mountains The underdog league Proclaimed creatures lesser Despite their empty stomachs They oppose the aggressor Take a deep bow Learn from the past now Behold the heroes unspoken To whom we owe our freedom, lives, our everything They fought wars, survived While we barely hold onto our bubble lives Unworthy of our history A veil of shame enshrouds this generation Z Villagers, workers, none trained to fight Rusty rifles and grenades While moonlight strikes the sea They prepare to invade Take a deep bow Learn from the past now Behold the heroes unspoken To whom we owe our freedom, lives, our everything They fought wars, survived While we barely hold onto our bubble lives Unworthy of our history A veil of shame enshrouds this generation Z Instigators of the uprising Mutiny creators A vow is taken to break the chains With glory they charge from the trees, the bushes, the dirt The unjust tremble from the mere thought of their existence Today shunned and ridiculed, these remnants of an era Al' pokoljenje pokoljenju predavaće, vašu slavu kroz vijekove! Over the battlefield Rises a hero alone “Charge, comrades!” The price for freedom has been paid [Lead: Luković] [Lead: Matković] Take a deep bow Learn from the past now Behold the heroes unspoken To whom we owe our freedom, lives, our everything They fought wars, survived While we barely hold onto our bubble lives Unworthy of our history A veil of shame enshrouds this generation Z
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[Lead: Matković] 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 [Lead: Luković] 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 [Lead: Matković] You, decoy, beautiful lie Born from the ashes of sanity To sway the vague savant [Lead: Matković]
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Blood Honey 03:37
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's yesterday's foe Scapegoat Design your own enemy A 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 [Lead: Matković] In the end just one issue remains Who will you rule after everyone's dead? Impotent power, the wealth you collect: Blood honey [Lead: Luković]
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Plague Deadly plague of this age We all bear it Now, between orders of apathy The Chosen few dare to 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 [Lead: Matković] Captivity, anguish inconceivable No thrilling finale, no Mustapha Mond [Lead: Luković] Pain, faith in our eyes Pain, flounder or die Pain, w’ll not survive Pain, crossed by the skies
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Caress the dead stone in my cell Can one miss what he's never felt? Endless joy drowned before closed doors Yet gave my life to salvage yours Don't look to the place where I left my soul My barren skin hoards the cold and feeds my demons Forsaken carcass left of me The void asks for my recipe Behold – as reason fails All hail – the womb of Château d'If Weight of death dwarfed by shame and guilt Desperate to blend into your guild One cannot befriend the world With image of himself so blurred Dreaded solitude my final destiny Memories of mother's tender whispering – a desperate remedy Forsaken carcass left of me The void asks for my recipe Behold – as reason fails All hail – the womb of Château d'If On my foolish demand They gladly cede the burden of the world Judging, grinning at my broken bones Distinctive misery I am what you long to be Embodiment of your craving Hence I draw the conclusion – you're stupid as shit [Lead: Luković] Watching your grace defines suffering [Lead: Matković] For what it's worth I bestow the essence of my soul Forsaken carcass left of me The void asks for my recipe Behold – as reason fails All hail – the womb of Château d'If
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Mind reflections decompose what I dub reality Reshape the context of salvation This truth will set me free Alone, obsolete in the vast desolate space Human, so puny, so trivial Nothing's ever written in stone Realities roam infinite roads Some house us solely as a courtesy In some I must be free Deep cosmos, magnificent sight Expanding infinity Good and evil, human concepts Chaos, entropy Alone, obsolete in the vast desolate space Human, so puny, so trivial Nothing's ever written in stone Realities roam infinite roads Some house us solely as a courtesy In some I must be free Tear me into atoms and escape this cell Flesh is nothing but a chunk of molecules Is consciousness just inside my own head? Or does it comprise the entire universe [Lead: Luković] What is human suffering compared to the infinity of cosmos? I plead! [Lead: Matković]
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A single thought feeds whatever's left of my life: Death – the final equalizer All our souls stand before the same trial Yes, you will die You too will die Your ploys have now reached demise A vacant life before your eyes Now who's the master and who is the slave Dance with me on your own grave Skeleton ball proves the mightiest will fall Along with all the lowlifes For mortality is written in our blood You too will die Yes, you will die Thrived on the innocent cries Pleas for grace met with despise Emperor, peasant, a beggar, a child Now in death stirred bones are piled Dance of death Macabre collects your head [Lead: Matković] [Lead: Luković] Yes, you will die We will live on through our deeds You're massacred by your own creed There are no idols, no martyrs, no gods Victims of eternal fraud Dance of death Macabre collects your head [Lead: Luković] Macabre collects your head
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Homo interitus The iron doors are opening Behind the rusty shrieks Prowling, my downfall so bleak The hangmen's laughter overpowers me Straight to Room 101 Box of dread second to none Feebly plead for mercy, nothing more to give Mind broken Scream, cry! All hope in proles was in vain Weep, wail! Blackwhite is my destiny This is how it all ends, a blurred line between life and death If I was ever a “me”, today I'd repudiate Join me as we enjoy all the comforts of Room 101 [Lead: Luković] [Lead: Matković] Endure the everlasting pain My limbs are severed off Face drowned in a blood filled trough Pierced by searing spikes, floor swept with my remains Pests covering my skin Digging burrows from within A confession won't appease, they want me fain Mind broken Scream, cry! All hope in proles was in vain Weep, wail! Blackwhite is my destiny This is how it all ends, a blurred line between life and death If I was ever a “me”, today I'd repudiate Join me as we enjoy all the comforts of Room 101 Reach and share this pain No, I won't shed a tear Though I dread these final hours I will Make my ancestors proud, tenaciously persist Staring with eye sockets filled with blood Gods, watch over me now that I unexist But suddenly the pain is much too strong A human body can endure this and survive? Tormentor, I beg, sir, pull the plug Oh, please, just let me die I present the case: Giveth to man Taketh from man Outcome remains the same Man is no more Save me from these Clutches of existence gripping me All trains of thought lead to suicide Yearning to be Hidden under the cloak of conformity An inferior lifeform that's unobliged to live

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As the title suggests, this album is heavily influenced by both George Orwell's “1984” and Aldous Huxley's “Brave New World”, but has a concept of it's own. The story follows a rebellious young individual, initially belonging to an allegedly anti-establishment subculture, who after some tragic events has a clash with reality. He learns about his ancestors, and the position of his generation in today's society. The expression of his rage by attempting suicide is interrupted by the outbreak of a new fake war. This changes his mind – he is going to take his destiny into his own hands. However, his efforts to organize a mutiny and change the war-struck system fail and he is captured by the authorities. Unlike in Huxley's novel, there is no father figure (no Mustapha Mond) at the end to guide him through his demise. He is taken to a Ministry of Love kind of institution and locked up in a dungeon where he self-examines himself and questions every decision in his life. Searching for ways to ease his suffering, his mind drifts away into abstract thoughts about the nature of reality, consciousness and existence itself. At this point, the concept of “Danse Macabre” emerges, he finds comfort in the fact that his captors will eventually share his fate. His “transcendence” is interrupted by the guards who take him to his final destination – Room 101. There he is stripped of every last bit of humanity, dignity, and identity. He is forced to become what he hates the most. A fate worse, or equal to death.
The music depicting this story is fast, intense, angry, but melodic and structured at the same time. It's the product of many years of writing and refining while still retaining that raw edge. All aspects of the album are produced by the band itself, preserving the authenticity to the maximum.

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released May 18, 2018

All songs written by Luka Matković, except for "Crash Course in Life", written by Luka Matković and Marko Danilović "Tihi" and “The Underdog League” & "Transcendence", written by Luka Matković and Đorđe Luković
All songs arranged by Quasarborn
All lyrics written by Luka Matković
"Introduction (Toys in the Attic)" and all sound effects by Nikola Janković

Recorded, mixed, mastered and produced by Luka Matković in Citadela studio, Belgrade
Cover, artwork, logo and design by Marko Danilović "Tihi"

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