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Corridor Of Chameleons Lyrics
We're the carriers of a new anomaly; Fold, unfold. Bend, shift color.
Always turning our backs to the wind. Deaf to the inner voices screaming.
Purpose, profit, act only to gain. Blistered tounges from licking greedward.
Taste the enemy. Throw up their means. Swallow the bits that fit your needs.
Keep your eyes searching in all directions, scanning for opportunities
Off you go. Begin your climb. Aim for the topmost twig of lies.
Put on a shape to pass undisturbed. Pick a color to blend with surroundings.
Choose a voice suiting, appropriate for the never benignant purpose.
Spin your eyes to read the court. Smoothen your path before the start
Even out, fill the holes with the toxic clay of your rotting heart.
A contagious neuro-ego-disease. A virus sticking to liars.
We're the self-centered fuel to boost the new strain of fire.
Adapting, shifting, lacking opinion. Our numbers exceeding the billions.
Everly walking among ourselves down the corridor of chameleons.
Continue through the skein of boughs, navigate to keep you straight on track.
Make the right ramification-turns. Conceit will be your allied guide.
Climb the hierarchy ladders invisibly, veiled by the canvas of putrid dreams.
Every obstacle surmountable to the clouded vision you've conceived.
Scan the wall of truth for cracks. Your prey: the secrets hiding therein.
Feed upon its nourishing intestines to bring you forth in the "game"
With every single step taken on the road of games called success,
There's a fee for every lie. The currency: Your dissolving integrity.
Will you make it to the top of the tree? Is the fortune there to be found?
Chameleons are a short-lived breed. Maybe fate will find you dead on the ground.
(Fate will tell.....)
Always turning our backs to the wind. Deaf to the inner voices screaming.
Purpose, profit, act only to gain. Blistered tounges from licking greedward.
Taste the enemy. Throw up their means. Swallow the bits that fit your needs.
Off you go. Begin your climb. Aim for the topmost twig of lies.
Choose a voice suiting, appropriate for the never benignant purpose.
Spin your eyes to read the court. Smoothen your path before the start
Even out, fill the holes with the toxic clay of your rotting heart.
We're the self-centered fuel to boost the new strain of fire.
Adapting, shifting, lacking opinion. Our numbers exceeding the billions.
Everly walking among ourselves down the corridor of chameleons.
Make the right ramification-turns. Conceit will be your allied guide.
Climb the hierarchy ladders invisibly, veiled by the canvas of putrid dreams.
Every obstacle surmountable to the clouded vision you've conceived.
Feed upon its nourishing intestines to bring you forth in the "game"
With every single step taken on the road of games called success,
There's a fee for every lie. The currency: Your dissolving integrity.
Will you make it to the top of the tree? Is the fortune there to be found?
Chameleons are a short-lived breed. Maybe fate will find you dead on the ground.
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I love this song. All about the pathetic human race doing anything and everything it takes to make it to the "top of the tree." No sense of self because everything is compromised to gain what, in the end, ultimately is worthless. Another awesome Chaosphere song.
i think this song is not talking about the human race as a whole, but rather businessmen, corporations. they will do anything deceitful. "purpose, profit, act only to gain". well, numbers exceeding the billions would suggest the human race, but he might be saying that there is that trace of whatever that is in every human heart. if left unchecked, everyone might turn out like that. idk. i have the general idea, but maybe not the specifics. great song though, no question.
Possibly directed towards their lable, Nuclear Blast. It just seems to describe to relationship of a greedy entity and the thing it's trying to take advantage of.
"We're the carriers of a new anomaly"
"Blistered tounges from licking greedward. Taste the enemy. Throw up their means. Swallow the bits that fit your needs."
"Keep your eyes searching in all directions, scanning for opportunities."
"Pick a color to blend with surroundings."
"Our numbers exceeding the billions. Everly walking among ourselves down the corridor of chameleons." -As the band gets bigger, they are bombarded with more greddy businessmen.
"There's a fee for every lie. The currency: Your dissolving integrity."
every single human attempts to fit into the mold and get higher on the social spectrum. We are a new anomoly because we pursue that goal and in the process deny our essential being
Guys, maybe it's just about Chameleon people?
P.S. This song kicks ass, like every Meshuggah song.