Repent. Repeat.

by This Routine is Hell

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released 12 April 2012

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With a compelling sense of urgency, unsettled by the modern decay of morality, four kids create the soundtrack to a modern ... more perspective on fracturing routines and breaking chains.

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Track Name: Without Spirit, We Roam
I am the son of inexplicable decay.
A culmination of the inverse of self.
Inside out, a rotting corpse.
Sentenced before I set foot on this Earth.

The repetitive passing of days is my judge.
Its verdict: solitude.
I repudiate sacrement.
My credence: our fate is set.
Track Name: Repent. Repeat.
This is not about the foundation.
No diatribe against globalization.
This is a matter of ethics and human nature.

A new dawn of a competitive age: the birth of men.
For every race is a match and there’s no dead end.
We’re fighting battles within our heads.
This is a call to keep in touch with our instincts.
Not to fall for their tricks and their conflicts.
Always hungry? Well ask yourself:

“What’s happiness?
The feeling that power increases, that resistance is overcome.
Not contentment, but more power.
Not peace at any price, but war.
Not virtue, but efficiency.
The weak and the botched shall perish.”

Think of ourselves as enlightened men as we have outflanked Olympus.
We rejoice in history’s virulent nature while we dismiss the blood on our own hands.
Get ready for war, we’ve got Rousseau to watch our backs.
Well, in the hands of the immoral, science can be raped as much as Christ has been abused and God has been murdered.
I’m not scared of progress. It’s our morality that frightens me most.
Track Name: Shine
Hometown calling, I thought I had burned these roots.
Something drove me back, childhood memories, the sinners fruit.
I got reacquainted with the city and its classic empty streets.
The rain was beating down like it had something to prove. But not to me, not tonight.

I stood there for hours, putting familiar stories to unfamiliar faces.
At every moment, in every pair of eyes, a life lived, a life ahead.
We all have our own tragedies. And I had to face mine.
I was walking back home, got my head faced down. And I know, some doors are better left shut.

And when I look back at that moment, as I held her and saw her soul trying to outrun the world. I knew it would end soon. She had nothing left.

Someone died that day and I'm not sure who.
But in the end, we march on. We just have to.

Between images of broken dreams and lonely nights we have to find our own sanctuary.
We have to shine amidst the dead reflections.
Track Name: Memories Are Haunting Me
Like vampires in mirrors, I can't get a glimpse.
Yet they're still leaching every last drop I have.
There's a ghost passing through me reaching for my soul.
A cold fear runs my skin, I feel alone.

Memories are haunting me.
Track Name: Repulse
Blissful evenings, and darkened skies.
Satisfied souls by the lake. We owned the world that night.
You were the spring I was looking for, but it felt like winter: the shadow, the dust and the staying indoors, afraid to face the cold.

And all of a sudden, eyes seem vacant and dreams seem to dwell in cold hearts.

Your life driven by the hope you’ll ever have one.
And I’m stuck somewhere between yes and no. The hourglass was always empty.
Oh how the world appears so simple at a shallow stare.
We were just young kids, eluded by the hope that life would make any sense.

It’s just a matter of time, but time takes its toll and I was running out, and something in my mind was dying out

Don't come near me, you'll just get closer to the void that's me.
There are wolves in my head, they're on the lookout. So look out.
Track Name: The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner
Here's to the blackest of days and self-destructive ways.
It's a fling, a small time thing.
Contemplating the beauty of a desperate man,
No hard task for a spirited mind.
There's a certain romance to be found in loneliness.

Once so young and filled with vivid dreams.
All hopes and small time things.
Livelihood had parted, our wits outsmarted and sometimes love, mistakenly, gave us wings.
There's a certain romance to be found in loneliness.
And our solace lies in consciousness.