This song talks about how humans were once gods (we are to be unaware of what we have been before) and even now still able to achieve their highest potential (we're symbols of perfection, humanoids ruined by your laws) by a system that is programmed to subdue each newborn men into slavery (destroy, erase, improve, lesson first: submission, we're docile servant dogs). This system of oppression becomes like an entity of its own (our leashes are your limbs / another thousand fakes that obey to a circuit skein to vacuum) - it may not be alive but it pulses with it's own rhythm (an even strobe, a pulse of flashing, hatelights of synthetic souls mass-produced, hammered into shape) and it's cogs press human potential into nothingness, pain and misery (here I am in the hand of a sterile hate - the new control, I can not wake, I'm not asleep).
Truly a great industrial transcendent heavy metal song. Reminds of the premise from the Kult role-playing game. An excerpt from Wikipedia::
The entire world we see is an "illusion" held together by monotheistic belief, which is unravelling to reveal a darker backdrop where nightmarish monsters lurk, called "reality" in the game. This illusion was created by the Demiurge to hold humanity prisoner and to prevent mankind from regaining the divinity it once had.
Of course, the game itself is loosely based on gnostic beliefs, merely placing them in an modern-age industrial setting.
This song talks about how humans were once gods (we are to be unaware of what we have been before) and even now still able to achieve their highest potential (we're symbols of perfection, humanoids ruined by your laws) by a system that is programmed to subdue each newborn men into slavery (destroy, erase, improve, lesson first: submission, we're docile servant dogs). This system of oppression becomes like an entity of its own (our leashes are your limbs / another thousand fakes that obey to a circuit skein to vacuum) - it may not be alive but it pulses with it's own rhythm (an even strobe, a pulse of flashing, hatelights of synthetic souls mass-produced, hammered into shape) and it's cogs press human potential into nothingness, pain and misery (here I am in the hand of a sterile hate - the new control, I can not wake, I'm not asleep).
Truly a great industrial transcendent heavy metal song. Reminds of the premise from the Kult role-playing game. An excerpt from Wikipedia::
Of course, the game itself is loosely based on gnostic beliefs, merely placing them in an modern-age industrial setting.