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by Serotonin

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ittryn Serotonin is bringing back the spirit of passionate and intricate Black Metal. I'm loving every second of this record. Favorite track: Antagonist.
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1.
Ogham 09:31
Complete concepts caught in straight lines Concave ideas constrained Captured in writing Sustained relevance, detailing man's past Or that of it we've been led to believe After all, the victors write the history books Or rather, those last standing Immortalised, carved in stone, engraved in wood Technology advanced, gave us vellum Brought pen and paper Decaying, eaten by rats and finger acids History as passed on In ogham, futhorc, cuneiform, hieroglyphics Clay tablets containing evolution History books that can't be wiped away at 451 Fahrenheit Gave us names to remember When we'll long be gone Immortality granted by stone Encapsulated in words Like souls captured by the camera Their essence lies embedded deep within A mere mention of their name and they stir Deep within the grips of time Confined within the space of a word A flick of the tongue Bough, pencil and papyrus Deciding upon memories remembered Or fading away with generations passing
2.
See horse Degeneration Mind collapses Wetware crash Functions slacken Sulci steepen Become deeper Gyri narrowing Labyrinth Like a road under destruction Signs removed Roadkill in the fourth dimension We all hit the ceiling As we are passed by time Fragile carapace An empty shell remains It may keep breathing Ultimate retardation Brain stem vegetation Obsolete, miserable and wearing diapers This is humanity Plaques and tangles Proteins entangled Memory fades Lost yourself
3.
High Pitched shades flash by Wind blowing Deceiving perception of pace Altitude, hunting, incorporating creatures Toying with sinusses Sight rudimentary An alien perspective Waveform patterns unknown On this world Black or white, with no regards Different senses, different stars Differentiate this state of mind Integrate five or twelve in random order Aging is dying Understanding is smelling? Feel it, might as well hear it As long as you catch it An individual in a vast world Can have its own boundaries Senseless All definitions
4.
Faceless 07:05
Speak out my name And I will live again Through you, my dear, I regain access For I am dead My flesh is buried deep The bones in my tomb They stir no more But words remain To keep me in your mind Afterlife In organic tissue My spark of life remains But not through magic, formulas Keep my flesh intact But this is not what haunts your sleep The gold, the edifice, the mourning priests, They shall be deleted, will fade away Eternal life cannot be achieved with help fomr gods or demons Mark my words Carbon and ink survive flesh and stone When memories fade, it is no more. Erase my foes Their writings are no more Their features carved in stone Are chiseled away.
5.
the insanity of reality... futility of sanity this stupidity of clinging with tenacity to the lucidity of normality... the gravity of the brutality of which has an opacity ignored by everyone except for this oddity, which is me Paranoiae none see the futility of treating this reality without some form of curiosity - striving for the purity and clarity not gained in the university of similarity teaching thought patterns uninspired by divinity a monstrosity unworthy of pity, humanity claiming superiority yet showing such alacrity for enmity with its own kind as speciality twould be quite a tragedy if not for the brevity of its life and its internal strife making up for their affinity with taking the lives of all there be Inherentiae leave me be - I prefer obscurity claiming no familiarity with the unthinking majority the throng displeased with any entity striving for non - uniformity and freedom of profundity - strangulating & bladderwracking suffocating anything differing from the banality and anonimity such a herd brings - worshipping parity like a deity Does this appear to be some witty ditty ? This fear of the mundane inherent to some; our brains scintilating when confronted with the singular & the obscure - a terrifying thought in itself, apparently. Such pacity and mediocrity craved for some reason. Well, sanity is defined only by consensus of the ignorant masses. Paranoniae Inherentiae - awaiting the day a new Malleus Malleficarum will be written. This time outlawing all heterodoxal enough to actually use their brains... Prophetiae Phobiae Paranoiae Inherentiae
6.
Upside down Crawling, ceiling Mono or stereoscopic Colour blindness in supersonic frequencies Spectrum unlimited only by processing Continuous but discrete in the brain The cephalic computer connects the dots Are those bolts cabled right? A blur of blue Five thousand Herz Does it hurt? Voices in your skull Pathways, nerves re-routed Detour Detox is useless Everything is pulled right out of its frame Psychedelicious perception Aren’t we stoned Or are we schizophrenic, psychotic? When the eagle cries like a rainbow Something must be rewired Rewind your thoughts Fata Morgana no more No less Legally blind but fond of colours/sounds An oddity, Malleus, incus, stapes, retina An oddity like so many Individually mal-functioning, evolving Communication worsened Extinct
7.
All is unclear New killers approaching Is this the point in time That we seize to exist? Cease the day in double shifts And keep on smiling The hunt for food is over Take place in front of your flat screen Of utter blackness (Sony Trinitron) Triple experience all over, the best Kept secretly conspiringly from neighbours’s ears The deity fatigue worshipped before the shrine of digital surround Spread your chicken’s wings Blessed be those buried with children It’s no gift Rather a duty Zero tolerance of autonomous behaviour Neighbours whisper, stirring curtains Binoculars, vigilance, icon’s eyes There is no need to wander There is no use for ponder Comfort under leathery wings Slippery, opaque, eclipse of intuition Like a spare frontal lobe Replacement of the head Invisible cervical dyslocation A social benzodiazepine Hypnotic, promnesic, antidepressant Repression A truce by coupe d’etat of mind Hiatus in decision apparatus There is no need to worry Only use to bury Children, stir in your graves while you’re still alive
8.
Wetware 06:36
Digits Eyes Bits of medulla Memory on a stick Upgraded hippocampus Neural networks Mailed detachment Dial up and escape Death A giant leap into a new gene pool Engineered on microcircuitry A Jack-in-the-silicon-box De-livered from decay Deprived from dynamics Upgraded, Streamlined, Boosted Generated random patterns Disruption of crossing-over Mutations muted Personality programmed in debug mode Remains too human to be real Framed Sampled Caching in Collective conscience chipped, tagged and bagged Controlled, altered, deleted Infected Viral definition filed No place to run Prospect of eternal life Might be just a memory digitized Receptacle
9.
Antagonist 09:57
To escape the world within worlds A blue globe squared in high-octane triangles Cobblestone madness Shivered and shuddered by beautiful irregularities The charity of corruption becomes more clear than ever in a bright green liquid burst A one-way street with six dimensions Orange light of sodium and Gomorrah Sidewalks shining in heavy rainfall Objects in the dark towering above the clouds The poignant smell of overused sewers Is this supposed to be a postcard? Underestimating its scale of terrifying magnificence In reality Richter's scales are violet as ever Never captured the way they were Sculptured, a Gestalt, not to be encapsulated in atomist thoughts Corroded copper statues green of reverence Tarmac and concrete Absorption of exhaled inspiration The blood-reddened swears of the pious Centuries of toil for nothing but thinnish pleasure Covered in grime of ages to come Behold the greatness of its architecture Inf(e)r(n)astructure A monument of a strongly subjective kind Standing tall, casting shadows through time Shelves in inner chambers Codices, ancient yellow pages Can they show me the way to an inner piece? A maze, amusing Stride, hold this mace Amazed, protected from these dark clouds Surrounding my scalp It is so confusing An attraction of refraction The light fantastic Broken down, prism opposing The ability to perceive the white of snow covered mountains It becomes more clear than ever The necessity to escape these worlds within the world

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released November 28, 2015

Sander Hordijk: guitars, (slide & cello) bass, banjo, backing vocals
Martin Perescis: vocals, percussion, programming

Guest musicians:
Janske Eijsbouts: Violin on Gamma Aminobutyric Acid Jazz
Maarten Verbaarschot: Guest vocals on Perspective Uncommonly & Faceless

All music written and performed by Serotonin

Art by Val Nicharico, used with kind permission
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Serotonin Nijmegen, The Netherlands

Serotonin explore the darker side of the human brain in its natural environment. The human penchant for rampant stupidity will never cease to be fertile soil for lyrical inspiration.

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