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HIVE

by Pre$ident Evil

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1.
My savior Came from lands I never heard about He came from lands I never cared about He said he came to set me free Though I never noticed my captivity Burst the bubble (X3), this means trouble, Burst that bubble (X2), he means trouble, Burst the bubble (X3), this means trouble, Burst that bubble (X3), fucking trouble! Our gods lie half-buried in dust We are free from our idols Now In new Ones we trust Democracy came, from far across the sea And equally freed everyone from anything they had been This isn’t about you neither me It has nothing to do with liberty This isn’t about the way we live And you didn’t teach us anything You might still call it democracy But I think the keyword here is greed This isn’t about you neither us Now take your “freedom” and shove it up your ass Then many other saviors came Bringing more freedom, gifts and pain Free to watch my world burn I am free to be enslaved Free to make your choices Well then come on savior set me free This isn’t about you neither me It has nothing to do with liberty This isn’t about the way we live And you didn’t teach us anything You might still call it democracy But I think the keyword here is greed This isn’t about you neither us Now take your “freedom” and shove it up your ass Free from false gods, from traditions, to see my world drained by a leech I am free to do what I’m told to do Watch me: Freedom on a leash
2.
The days are shorter The buildings taller The earth is spinning faster As I blinked I must have missed the moment in which the world became so small Voices News Faces Foods Places I have never been Landscapes I have never seen Blasting outta thousand screens Deafening us with their screams Louder Taller Bigger Smaller I'm lovin' it – Drink Coca-Cola Harder Better Faster Stronger All the news for half a dollar! As I blinked I must have missed the moment in which the world became so small My father's wisdom just slipped between a fast food and a brand new mall Where's my place? Do I belong here? Does all this even make sense? Everything I knew has just become What are we supposed to do? We can, but should we? We are a raindrop running on a razor's edge Passively dragged by the laws of motion Semi-conscious about our one-way path Every step off the track leads to the jaws of the abyss We are a monkey shot in space We barely understood the world we called “home” Disorientation will be our faithful guide For the few times we stop and ask “What's going on?” Where once there was a valley skyscrapers shred the clouds Everything I knew has just become Lost in dreams of days less civilized – and more human, too I remember darker times that seemed somewhat less blue Neuron cities rise through dust of our sleepless dreams and Everything I knew has just become Something completely different
3.
“Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me” Passive thought and induced opinions, the modern ghosts overwhelm the living The “I” becoming “Us”: beware the TV swarm-mentality Globalization, confirming and contradicting the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis As the Net makes us one, confined and defined by the same restrictions Hile to the Sneaker shoes! But only if they’re all the rage Goodthinkful persons are Unthinkful Unpersons Sometimes you’ve just got to stop others from thinking things for you Computer is a human mind (though they say once it was the opposite) Well my friend I think it’s time to take that shit and turn it off An abstract womb, pulse through the air, bearing our identity Our hi-tech Memory Hole consisting of a click Goodthinkful persons are Unthinkful Unpersons And please be aware that Newspeak is a programming language, too Human mind is a computer (though the roles often trade places) Well my friend I have to tell you it would be nice to turn it on As the TV annihilates our decisional capability while we mumble staring at reality shows Hile to the Movie Star! You don’t have to like him, but he sure is all the rage Goodthinkful persons are Unthinkful Unpersons, the modern ghosts of our hi-tech era And please be aware that Newspeak is a programming language, too Human mind is a computer (though these days it’s often the opposite) Well my friend I tell you it would be Doubleplusgood to turn it on And now, for something completely different...
4.
Thought it was caviar Seems more like Campbell's canned soup The kind you may find for sale five dollars the dozen Or on a dozen pop paintings worth five millions each And God save the queen 'cause sacrifice was in the air that night... As they came and took her, as they put her in chains, As the soul of all souls was replaced by machines There is plently of that sweet stuff coming from the factory So let's all glorify disposable god industry So stuff your throat, don't try to breathe and Buzz in tune, buzz in tune Buzz in tune, buzz in tune Cheap liquid gold pumped in the pipes bittersweet taste itch at my throat the radios blast with buzzing sound so buzz in tune just buzz in tune All the braindead junkies now! Buzz in tune buzz in tune As the engines started growling And the gears began to move It's an onstage prostitution We're selling our soul for noise pollution It's an onstage prostitution They sold her soul for mass production It's an onstage prostitution The cheaper the better is our solution It's an onstage prostitution We sold her soul She is bound, she now stands in chains She is cuffed to the gears and forced with production An eternal repetition of the same old action A betrayal of her nature and a seed of destruction It's an onstage prostitution My head is stuffed with honey / My ears are full of buzz Meal and entertainment / Is all I need from life My ears are dripping honey / but more is pumped in me My eyes cry golden, sticky tears / Come buzz in tune with me
5.
Please ensure, my friends, that this is a regular card deck And I have nothing in my sleeves Choose a card, keep it secret Let me shuffle the whole thing As my hands start to dance, fast and faster, like in trance Lock your look on spades and hearts, stare and gaze to track the cards Concentrate ‘till you feel sick, find the cues to crack the trick All these eyes try hard to see, all your minds belong to me (As my hands, easy and slick, start to shuffle double-quick) The prey follows the bite The trap is hiding in plain sight It is plain like the nose on your face And you’re not blind indeed But only when you stand before a mirror And find out new things on the most familiar face As you start wondering how long they’ve been there You do realize that there has always been a difference, a difference Do you realize that there has always been a difference, a difference between Look and see Look and see A jigsaw puzzle is hard to complete If you keep looking at just one piece As my hands perform their trick, my friends Keep on trying to understand Not one of you shall turn his head As your eyes and minds belong to me Try to ignore the midget stealing all your wallets Focus hard and you might get a fix Please be so polite that not a single glance is given to the girl who’s putting rabbits in my top hat for my next trick
6.
[Floating, We watch our hollow burdens Leave footprints in the dust Shells bound to the spark By thinning balloon strings True freedom at last] WE BUZZ IN TUNE We are the post-modern user experience And since reality is perception in the end A change of view is a change of the world you perceive Reboot Restart the system and fix it with a patch Goodthinkful persons are unthinkful unpersons Live your dreams and dream your life Perception that closes your eyes And makes it unimportant to be naked Dust we are and to dust we will return Yet no more fear shall be in handfulls of dust For gods and kings may have built for themselves places now desolate Yet as one we thrive as evolution begins to escalate Who told you that you were naked? Son of man thy name dried out in every mouth Our name is Legion, our law is Legion In this place where worlds collide We are the newborn designed to kill history Restore the circle defy the line Old and new kissing through time The swarm will thrive I AM THE HIVE FEED / SLEEP / BREED / KNOW No fear in handfulls of dust cocktail dress slowly slides down whispersilk falls to the ground hatch the egg / cut the coccoon / spread your wings molt the skin / once again / be free from sin Don't you realize you'll never need the answer Only when you stop making the question? When your look won't see? If self-awareness is chains and freedom then ignorance is bliss and curse A fire sermon begun civilization And under fire we would have met our end So now Astray from this suicidal path Are we still human or something completely different?

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Pre$ident Evil is:
Francesco “Cesco” Salvador – Vocals
Alberto “Libby” Libardo – Bass
Nicolò “Dep” Depentor – Guitar
Alberto “Schiabo” Schiabel – Guitar
Tiziano “Tiz” Donadi – Drums

This album is dedicated to all who put their efforts into bringing this project to life.

Special mention goes to Andrea “Tardi” Tardivo and Gianluca “Pavi” Pavan, our former guitarists;
to our parents and girlfriends, our families, to Giulio Montagner, who did a lot of unpaid work, and to Alberto Filipponi from TEZLA Design, for his patience and art.
Very special thanks to Maurizio Libardo for his trust in our project, and to the Sticker Team for their hard work.
THANK YOU!

Recorded by Pre$ident Evil (Depentor; Libardo)
Reamp by Marino de Angeli at Bridge Produzioni Audio; Center; 31010 Susegana (TV); Italy
Mixed & Mastered by Marino de Angeli at Teatro Delle Voci Studios;
Via Tre Venezie 17; 31100 Treviso (TV); Italy

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released May 11, 2016

All music by Pre$ident Evil.
Track 6 - “Cloudshredded” was developed from a composition originally by Matteo Lo Castro.
All lyrics and conceptual design by Francesco Salvador.
All artwork by Alberto Filipponi aka TEZLA Design

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