1. |
"Psychotic Dream"
03:40
|
|||
Do you hear my voice?
Will you follow ?
Do you know the language i speak ?
You must remember the dream
in which we ate bees
and then you walked down the wall as a spider -
you thought , I am the part of the net you built .
It's futile to hope that pain
will change its core
cause you've encircled it .
Is that you in the mirror on the wall ?
It's not me .
Run .
And don't forget to wake up !
Hunt and stash .
Seek and hide .
Simulate . Moderate
pains.
Doors .
Stairs .
Streets .
Go to the left , white door ,
Run down ,
Just don't forget to wake up !
Foam ...
stream from the wall
Is giving a sign of where to go from now
just dont forget to wake up
|
||||
2. |
"Shut up & Calculate"
03:08
|
|||
I wake up scared,
I check the lines on my left hand
- I calculate them -
Is every single one in its place?
I could’ve been replaced by somebody
While I was asleep -
I wish I were.
"Shut up and calculate!"
I wake up scared,
I merely strip myself
I calculate bruises on my legs -
is every single one on its place ?
I could’ve been replaced by somebody
While I was asleep -
I wish I were.
"Shut up and calculate ! "
The doors have been broken,
The bell has rung,
The thread has been cut,
Water’s been boiled -
Today I wake up myself again
- S O S.
"Shut up ..."
|
||||
3. |
"Permanent Present"
05:20
|
|||
"Permanent Present"
I penetrate my mental wounds ,
Attention is built ...
Attention is built ...
Attention is built -
On the lesions of my brain .
It's too late to be immaculate !
I have to underscore the fact
of direct intervention
In my psycho cycle .
Distorted reciprocal desire.
Each day I exercise to metamorphose ,
but
Images of the past shouldn't be irretrievably lost .
I am in mental quiescence -
I penetrate my mental wounds ,
Attention is built ...
Attention is built ...
Attention is built ...
On the lesions of my brain .
It's too late to be immaculate !
My ideological horizon -
is equal to diagram of my daily moves ,
My eyes will never see enough to be satisfied -
It's too late to be immaculate ,
too late to be immaculate !
Attention is built ...
Attention is built ...
Attention is built ... !
|
||||
4. |
"Self-actualization"
02:56
|
|||
"Self-actualization"
I can not wait a minute longer ,
I have to leave this room -
Detour my home -
Stand on a white stipe
In the middle of the road
Try not to hurt
Car from the left
School from the right
Without leaving any traces
I have to explode myself
|
||||
5. |
||||
"Personality Disorder"
I feed four headed beast -
Each morning I give her my flesh and bones ,
Each night she becomes a little girl :
Waiting for me to comfort her .
Holy holy holy holy thee !
Holy holy holy holy thee !
I feed four headed beast -
I give her my skin and blood ,
Each night she bites my hands and cries
And I shout ,
And I shout
Holy holy holy holy thee !
Holy holy holy holy thee !
Is it you ?
Or is it us ?
|
||||
6. |
"RED" (Rojo)
03:53
|
|||
Empty ships on the red horizon. Sun is hiding itself.
I follow you like a shark. Smelling even a drop of your blood.
No wave to hide you, no wave to guide you.
Out out out
Empty cars in the red light. Dying city behind us.
The red eyed dog chasing you is me .
No shadow to hide you, no light to guide you
out out out.
I devour my lovers
Ninguna sombra para ocultarte, ninguna luz guiarte... !Fuera!
Devoro a mis amantes.
|
||||
7. |
||||
let's change the street
the city
the country
let's change the needs
the city
the country
let's change the aims
the city
the coutry
let's change the names
the city
the country
but i wait
for the wind to come
but i wait for the rain to come
but i wait for the flood to come
but i wait for the hunger and thirst to come for me
it's a trap
it's a trap
it's a trap
i know
it's a trap
my body is changing
and doesn't take my demands
i can feel dilation of my veins
the muscles of my neck
are petrified
even scent of my skin
is rougher
i am ready for silence
it must be done
in a full synchrony v
will you be silent
will you be silent
will you be silent
will you be silenced
with me ...
in a synchrony
All is postponed while i am dancing
It's a trap
|
||||
8. |
"Last Supper"
05:08
|
|||
9. |
"Fall in slow-motion"
03:23
|
|||
I cannot deny a curve
along which your body moves
towards mine -
while we walk in the city
and buildings around us
like hungry monsters
with wide open yellow eyes
and people hang in there
with their fragile bodies
in the cold thin , air .
they starve to live !
free fall -
gravity .
I cannot deny a curve
along which your body moves
towards mine .
free fall -
gravity!
|
||||
10. |
"Havoc"
03:02
|
|||
"Havoc"
Are you waiting for something more?
What is it that you miss?
Your room kills you
and all the subjects you touch
are just thieves.
They steal your appetite and senses.
what is , what is what is that you are waiting for ?
what is what is what is what is that you are looking for ?
Are you waiting for something more?
For an arch enemy or eternal lover?
Are you waiting for something else
for your photos in family albums
or someone to serve you pills with tea?
Havoc havoc havoc havoc you get the havoc.
|
ISOTROPÍA Georgia
ISOTROPÍA is a Post-punk band formed by Keren Batok & Angel Kauff.
Georgia/México
Label: Young & Cold Records
Streaming and Download help
If you like ISOTROPÍA, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp