Imminent Disorder was a Trashcore Band turning to djent.
I joined the band as Bass Player in 2014 just after EMMETT and I parted ways.
EMMETT left the studio and I stayed in it seeking for a band as Imminent Disorder was looking for a bassist in that same studio.
I left the band in 2018 after an empty year. No record, no gig, no motivation, but the finances were still flowing out as studio's fees are not free.
I am not part of this 2014 album
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Wake up! The alarm rings the day begins Coffer Preparation and go Head on the roads riddled with hate ti be with assholes who make it through hell at work Passes through a strange feeling it feels almost happy at the idea of killing them But remains calm Work and make him fuck her boss his balls he feels bad And he knows that everyday is the same This strange feeling thought it again and this is when he loses control Frenzied madness takes his skin and his eyes bleeding tears Reality no longer exists around him he begins by attacking a man and bites the neck You can’t fuck with ass and yet another moment he stops and looks at the child he jumps, snatches the guts and decapited him and finish by eat the heart All this shit just fuck her have finished their working dead Others just bitten rises and attack the others people to turn An orgy of blood product Members flying everywhere screams are heard in all the streets The river of blood and death in the city As The working dead began to go further until nothing remains
This society with all these fuck bitch this people who are martyred by government shit Which can take all thing Money Choice Life The edge of murder Massive attack Troop killer Murder Submit people and are living in poverty in the poorest countries Our country with his corrupt government policy just thinking about it make me shit To talk about would be lost our time with their slogans shit and super crappy program saved the economy Parades Endless speeches to take us and benefit system To make us believe anything hours of work paid nothing for pay huge tax Police pretending to serve has something versus the little asshole guy hyper violent Even the police is useless They are decorated for the city All that to say that it’s us versus them even if the chance are small It must fight to the end
Nothing has changed for him sice all these years Prisoned at home having fear It is almost paranoia Letting no one enter into his life A future without family Without making any choices That could have consequences on his small comfortable world He stays an observer instead of taking part in the game Isolated in an unlimited abyss He dedicated his life to the protection of all he has got Forgetting to keep persons close to him Forgetting the reason why He never take the risk to leave anything to chance Everything in his life has been planned But looking at his past now he has to realize The aftermath of his behavior He has nothing and nobody Alone A blank page without any marks What if a big spot of ink would have hitten the page? What if he had taken more risk in his life? What if he had used his opportunities? Better make some choices Take some risk and with the Aftermath Aftermath
It is always an unforeseen meeting Who can change your life of your projects A person whom you trust A person that you take care of not hurt You pass time with them And you make everything so that that lasts but you know that that will stop one day Those are person whom you do not want lost And a day they leave far return later But what even more hurts it is nobody whom we lost forever Taken by the death It is not family but the person which know you better than you And now he does not stay more than to remember and an a big pain That you will never forget And it is at this moment when you turn those that you found Without never forgetting what you lost for everything your life Without having had time of taken advantage of him especially when you lost him too young Because I have regrets
It all starts by the sweet smell of anarchy. The soft flavor of chaos. Which declares a fuckin’ endless mess. Everyone adds his personal hate to the other ones’. Let yourself drive by this flavor. Make a maximum of people discover it. We take part in this chaos as much as we can The shouts of hate madness shall break the sound of music. Provoking an intense pleasure which makes you feel like exploding it all. Let yourself govern by that hate, even if it’s not logic at all End up in complete anarchy Even if anything you do doesn’t make any sense. BReak free of all this pressure, Of all the shit which prevents, You from smelling that flavour. Open your doors to anarchy You have to punch strongly and powerful. It will be the vendetta of chaos An imminent disorder, the most violent way.
Always same racial prejudice Nothing not to change since all this weather For about persons the simplest it is to the make as everybody Go never back in shadow, you are not alone No persons on the earth is perfect is need accepted [As they are, but in will never] started To change everything, even that way of thinking until you (returned) into the mould of shit More the time advance more that becomes violent We weigh for that the simplest it’s to stay silk Not import the prejudices Ours philosophy run and doesn’t Return you Each in that way of seeing thing the life All these ass all who decreases you prejudice all the time Prejudice It is necessary to forge ahead All cataloged on the first meeting every time Prejudice want to be everybody To hide it behind a mask More the time advance more that becomes violent We weigh for that the simplest it’s to stay silk Not import the prejudices Ours philosophy run and doesn’t Return you Prejudice