Album: "Folkemon" by Skyclad (2000)

The Disenchanted Forest

My kin and I had laboured hard
to reap the yearly harvest.
Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we
cracked a vat of ale. Poured a toast;

Began to boast of who could sup the hardest.
Slumped in drunken slumber
at the height of wild wassail....
I woke to find my brothers gone
that Autumn eve so balmy.

Yet gazed in wide-eyed terror
to the barley fields nearby.
Struck dumb I swore;
Stood before a mighty woad-duabed army.

Believed my wits deceived me
'til I heard their battle-cry.

Smash the axe and sow the seed;
Don't cause the Oaken Heart to bleed!

When he that led this heathen horde
cast-off his ivy mantle;
Cohorts raised honed halberds
flying pennants of leaf-green.

From below approached the foe;
A fierce scythe-bearing hantle.
Captains sat triumphant
upon coughing, steel machines.

Break the bough and strip all of it.
Fell this forest, make a profit!

Opposing forces clashed
beneath a red sky cracked by thunder.
Entrenched beneath the hedge-row
I'd observed it quite unseen.

One side stood to save the wood:
T'other planned it's plunder,
I chose to fight for Nature's right;
Grabbed a fallen skean.

All who would one flower destroy,
must first cut down this Didycoy!

We fought until the last that day
to gain a hard-won victory,
Sucked in by the thirsty earth
I watched my life-blood ebb.

Though I died at least
I'd tried to play some part in history;
A momentary trembling
on the threads of Wyrd's web.

Are there more so brave and honest;
Who would die to save my forest?

Forests have lost their spell and magic, now they are only economical resources and oxygen productive machines. But no matter the fact that fairies, elves and ogres are not existed, forests are extremely complicated ecosystems to be managed in such a simple and disenchanting way. We think that the last verses of the song calls for activists with a strong positive morality towards nature who dare to risk their life in defense of a forest, of a natural ecosystem or landscape. Such activism is that of ELF, Earth First and all those whom the safety of earth has precedence over their life.



The Antibody Politics

'Free citizens of Planet Earth';
The leptons in some base equation.
Bound by swaddling-chains from birth,
unto travail and assentation.

Given what they're taught to crave;
Denied the truths they sorely need.
Shown a future new and brave;
Frog-marched towards it at fool-speed.

If there's anyone else out there,
disillusioned just like me;
It's time we tried to turn the tide,
with an overwhelming minority.

The masses are numb, their ethics awry.
Nothing's as dumb as the Vox Populi.
If there's anyone else out there,
aiming sawn-off philosophy;

Let's all unite and make things right,
with an overwhelming minority.
No seed of hope nor ray of light.
Scant succour from the blighted epoch.

Rise like Socrates and fight;
Take hate's chalice laced with hemlock.
Mankind's retrograde ascent;
We've wagered all for unseen winnings.

Evolution's youth misspent,
it's time to forge bold new-beginnings.
If there's anyone else out there,
disillusioned just like me;

It's time we tried to turn the tide,
with an overwhelming minority.
Bolt from the herd bleating like sheep.
Hang for your words; Don't perish asleep!

If there's anyone else out there,
aiming sawn-off philosophy;
Let's all unite and make things right,
with an overwhelming minority.


When a minority realizes sociopolitical issues better than a cheated by politicians majority, it has to make great efforts in order to turn the tide with demonstrations, activism, etc. Such an overgrowing minority is the Ecological movement, who year by year becomes stronger and nowadays in some cases affects the policy of their country. In our country, Greece, only the last year the ecological movement has become visible in political life, no matter a history of 25 years of activism and interventions for the protection of greek environment.

You can hear "Anti-body politics" in my space
You can hear Disenchanted Forest in youtube

Postcard From Planet Earth by Skyclad, album: Oui Avant-Garde A Chance (1996)

Sorry it has been so long since you received my last transmission,
meanwhile I've studied them - learned about their strange condition.
Now I think I understand why they live in such confusion,
sadly they'll never change - I have come to this conclusion....

Planet Earth is great to visit - It's great to visit
(but you wouldn't want to live there.)

I am the mariner who navigates seas celestial,
astronaut ambassador sent to foreign shores terrestrial.
Now with hindsight I admit I don't admire the humans' lot,
frail bodies - fragile, ill equipped, their lives are hard (but they are not).

Planet Earth is great to visit - It's great to visit
(but you wouldn't want to live there.)

And when you know the ways of men
then you can only pity them,
every day a raging storm -
castaway in a carbon based life form.

I've wandered far (I've wondered hard) and have one source of comfort only -
when I share my thoughts with you mortality is not so lonely.
Countless starts between us - myriad the things I miss,
I say farewell and think of home, the static drowns my parting kiss.

Planet Earth is great to visit - It's great to visit
(but you wouldn't want to live there.)

And as your signal slowly wanes -
the fears return (my growing pains),
here it is for what it's worth -
yet another postcard from planet Earth.

Now with hindsight I admit I don't admire the humans' lot,
frial bodies - ill equipped, their lives are hard (but they are not).

Planet Earth is great to visit - It's great to visit
(but you wouldn't want to live there.)

And when you know the ways of men
then you can only pity them,
every day a raging storm -
castaway in a carbon based life form.

Planet Earth is great to visit - It's great to visit
(but you wouldn't want to live there.)

A song about how planet Earth would be perceived from the point of view of an extra terrestrial tourist visitor, or even from an "Intergalactic travel agency" prospect. A warning about an exotic planet that has too many social and environmental problems that makes you to choose it to spent your holidays but not to choose to live permanetly there.

Another song from this album about the human/environment relation is Master Race. But that is cover of a New Model's Army song, that we present here

You can hear a song from this album
Great Blow For A Day Job

Science Never Sleeps by Skyclad, Album: Irrational Anthems (1996)

Science never sleeps - so I'm singing it a lullabye,
of wolves in sheeps clothing - devils in disguise,
and lab-coats draped over big black lies.

They cover their stupidity by calling it "stupology",
rearrange your world without one word of apology,
Make a man-made-soul so small it fits inside your pocket,
when you die they'll shoot it up to heaven in a rocket.

We've made tommorows world - a Nirvana for the damned.
We've made tommorows world - Mother Earth on Fatherland?
We've made tommorows world - we're the cause and the effect.
We've made tommorows world - could George Orwell be correct?

Science never sleeps - so I'm singing it a lullabye,
of wolves in sheeps clothing - devils in disguise,
and lab-coats draped over big black lies.

Science never weeps - for the life beneath the microscope.
We are the human amoebae that helplessly float
in a final solution - suspend in hope.

Let me show you something hideous,
insidious, creeping and libidinous.
The worst laid plans of men with mice,
wielding scalpels - laboratory sacrifice.

Great for the economy - destroying our ecology.
Unscrupulous, malicious - yet chemically delicious.

Science never sleeps - so I'm singing it a lullabye,
of wolves in sheeps clothing - devils in disguise,
and lab-coats draped over big black lies.

Science never weeps - for the life beneath the microscope.
We are the human amoebae that helplessly float
in a final solution - suspend in hope.

Will we shiver in dark centuries of cryogenic winter,
or be vaporized to ashes when atoms start to splinter?
A case of heads or tails - it's their coin so they can choose,
breed creatures born with two of either so they cannot lose.

We've made tommorows world - a Nirvana for the damned.
We've made tommorows world - Mother Earth on Fatherland?
We've made tommorows world - we're the cause and the effect.
We've made tommorows world - could George Orwell be correct?


A strong criticism to the role of science nowadays, it’s arrogance, it’s methodology of amoralism by the reduction of the phenomenon of life into simple pieces of matter in order to manipulate it, all in the fake vision of “progress”. This methodology, based in wider accepted concepts and certain socio-political contexts of power and control leads to the development of whole disciplines that are completely destructive to nature, health and sustainability. We discussed the forms scientific disciplines take in Sepultura’s song Biotech is Godzilla.

In some verses (We've made tomorrow world - Mother Earth on Fatherland) there is also a reference to the patriarchal context of science development in our societies, that of seeking for social power and control by war and violence, male social values that were imposed somewhere in the far past in societies by displacing matriarchal institutions of peace and equality (female values) (see our views for Nevermore’s Matricide) . Science, under such context produce freaky disciplines of terrible war machines of mass extinction, chemical of biological weapons, ways of “scientific” mental and body control and torture, environmental devastation or pollution for multinational corporations interests and greed.

Another barbaric and totally unscientific method that still holds today is the vivisection. No matter that millions of animals are submitted to untold suffering for useless tests (The worst laid plans of men with mice, wielding scalpels - laboratory sacrifice), no matter the hazards to humans caused by tested drugs in animals (see also our comments to stop the vivisection now by oi polloi.


You can hear some songs from this album in youtube

Inequality street
History Lessons

We read in Encyclopaedia Metallum:Skyclad is a pagan term for ritual nudity, meaning literally that the practitioners are clad only by the sky, due to their highly nature-oriented beliefs.

Album: Jonah's Ark by Skyclad (1993) part 2

Bewilderbeast

See the brave toreador
just look at him thrive
Off the crowd as they roar.

For death brings a thrill
To the everyday lives of the
"non-com" observers
Who gloat and chastise
My mind can't believe we maintain
This barbarous blood thirsty game.

In their picturesque dwellings the aristo-classes
Spill blood that's not claret from cut-crystal glasses.
Never once pausing to contemplate why
For vanity's victories innocents die.

No better than bloodhounds
Hot on the scent
They butcher their prey
When its' energy's spent
My mind can't believe we maintain
This barbarous blood thirsty game.

Please show me this "sportsman"
You mention with pride
With his dog to defend him
And his gun at his side
If courage is the one thing
Your kind do not lack
Then why don't you hunt something
That can fight you back?

I see only cowardice ridden by guilt
And your hands won't wash clean of the blood they have spilt.
What measure of madness makes you all so ill
That your passport to pleasure's a licence to kill?

So I won't waste my time trying to understand why
For vanity's victories innocents die
'Cus you're all vicious bastards I'm sick of your crap
So I won't bat an eyelid when it's you in the trap.
I still can't believe we maintain
This barbarous blood thirsty game.


A strong accusation against the barbaric tradition of bullfighting. A remnant of old vain perceptions of human superiority, masculine bravery and roman bloodthirsty spectacles that survives as touristic attraction and profitable reasons of local lobbies. We read in INTERNATIONAL MOVEMENT AGAINST BULLFIGHTS site:

Perhaps surprisingly in the 21st Century, bullfights still exist in several countries of the world, much to our shame in what we commonly regard as an "enlightened" era. These are barbaric shows, and relics of the Dark Ages.

Nevertheless, these spectacles still exist due to the powerful lobbies that support them. These lobbies maintain this bloody business for profit, at the cost of animals' pain, torment and death. They have the support of national and local governments, and receive backing from financial enterprises keen to promote their brands as having a "cultural" flavour, and from the fashion media who like to display "chic" images, regardless of the suffering involved. Despite the increase in public awareness in recent years, this minority continues to get rich by torturing bulls and horses. Several attempts to expand their dirty business to other countries are well known. Charitable bullfights to raise money for starving children of third world countries, and to fund research into serious diseases, etc, are blatant attempts to popularise their "sport" and give it a veneer of respectability. If this were not enough, even the Catholic Church does not condemn these acts. It's common to see bullfights in "honour" of saints carried out with the blessings of the clergy.

The truth is, if a creature suffers then there can be no moral justification for refusing to take that suffering into consideration. All animals are sentient beings that experience joy, happiness, fear and pain, in the same way that human beings do. We can have no right whatsoever to make them suffer for our "enjoyment". If any torture inflicted to an animal deserves condemnation, bullfights are the worst kind of torture since they are performed solely in the name of entertainment. We must end the animals' torture and stop these shows of brutality and violence. It is too small a step from the intentional infliction of pain on an animal to the torture and killing of human beings.

Jeremy Bentham once said: "It doesn't matter if they can reason; it doesn't matter if they can speak; what does matter is if they can SUFFER."



Earth mother, The Sun And The Furious Host

He was just a lad of fifteen years
Who barely fit his breeches
A latter day Dick Whittington
Who dreamt of fame and riches
His teachers took him to one side
And promised him the earth
When all he really wanted
Was a taste of wine and mirth.

They said "Attend our university
Accept responsibility
Chant our mantra of morality
Until your throat is sore."
A feast of knowledge this contrite
Could not supress his appetite
"Please sir I want some more and more..."

Christianity was apparent as a fallacy
The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
The ones who have the answers
Are they who pipe the dancers
Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.

I'll give the whole nation
A sound education
Welcome to the school of hard knocks
Where the ones who know the answers
Are they that take their chances

For a small fish cast into an ocean
Full of unknown terrors
There's nothing much to smile at
In his comedy of errors.
Where streets aren't really paved with gold
And rags don't turn to riches
In this catalogue of disasters
The models were all bitches.

A Christ on every corner
For a coin he'll save your soul
But it's hard to be enlightened
While you're queueing for your dole.
When I think of all those shallow lies
They fed me in the past
There's one thing I must admit they've taught me...
That is how to laugh
At Christianity (it's nothing but a fallacy)
The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost
The ones who have the answers
Are they who pipe the dancers
Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.

This one's for the teachers
Who want to be preachers
Will God keep you warm
When you're cold?
You'd put those wracked by malnutrition
Straight onto your diet of superstition.

A song that reveals the fallacies of Christianity and the human arrogance that derives from religious perceptions of human superiority.




A Word To The Wise

From far outside
Earth's fragile atmosphere
It's clearly apparent that the end is near
The sleeper wakens and removes
His golden casque
Vital signs return to his quiescent craft.

He is truth - a word to the wise
Gods children are so young
They cannot realise
The difference between extinction
And life is now only a matter of time.

In the beginning was the knowledge
He had carried far across
The great unknown
Millenia have passed since he walked
On the savannah where the seeds
Of life were sown.
Yet even deep in slumber he could hear
His children blunder to destruction
The caretaker of creation placed a fail-safe
At the heart of his construction.

Technologies intended
As mans slaves mutated
Now they are his masters
The trust they place in progress
Only serves to bring
The last days nearer faster.

He is truth - a word to the wise
Gods children are so young
They cannot realise
The difference between extinction
And life is now only a matter of time.

I can see the oceans
Stagnent and overflowing
Filled with man made waste discharged
From my cosmic auditorium
I view this crematorium
That is your world at large
My ears hear the wailing of your children
In a future close at hand
Just as it was before - so it may be again
(If you don't try to understand)...
The seas will rise before your very eyes
Until they swallow up the land
If your polar ice caps melt
The cards are dealt
And you have died by your own hands
I will never help you while you still persist
In acting like you're blameless
I would rather let your species die forgotten
So your folly remains nameless.

He is truth - a word to the wise
Gods children are so young
They cannot realise
The difference between extinction
And life is now only a matter of time.

"When to mischief mortals bend their will
How quick they find the instruments of ill."

Another song that deals with human ignorance about their actions against environment and their impacts even towards their existence from God’s point of view.



It Wasn't Meant To End This Way

Sometimes I believe that we're already dead
Each day on the T.V. our last rights are read
Some fair weather oil tanker bleeding its' load
Powder keg powder plant ripe to explode.

Mister Prime Minister hear what I say,
Please Mister President listen I pray.
You have the influence and you have the power
To turn back the clocks on mankind's final hour.

When death is the helmsman who steers "Jonah's Ark"
Tomorrows an iceberg that lurks in the dark.
The band plays our song... it's the Funeral March.


You can hear a song from this album in youtube:
Earth mother, The Sun And The Furious Host

Album: Jonah's Ark by Skyclad (1993) part 1

Cry Of The Land

Vibrant and real I lie
Mantled by the open sky
The wind and waves my lullaby
I am the land.

Why do you view me with
Eyes unable to see
The beauty in all that is pure
When it's left to live free?

So hot the fires within my breast
Rock and steel can't stand their test
Yet songbirds in my green beard nest
I am the land.

That which is so strong and old
Cannot be bought or sold
Mine is the green and gold
Wealth without end.

Ruled by the ebb of my oceans
Slaves to the dusk and the dawn
Your petri - dish civilisations
Are buried and born.

I watch as you live
With your heads in the sand
Unable to hear the cry of the land.

I was once a 'Happy Hunting Ground'
Then one day the eyes of science found
A blue - green planet
Spinning round a shining star.

The timeless giver of all life
Offered as a sacrifice
The priceless finds it's price
In the greed of man.

You bury your fears
And your heads in the sand
So you'll never hear the cry of the land.


A song that speaks from Mother Earth’s point of view, notifying the insignificance of human achievements and accusing their falsified values they follow or believe.


A Near Life Experience

Just a blank expression sitting in an easy chair
The living incarnation of a world that doesn't care
Mesmerized by media lies
Now they're "New and Improved" by a cunning disguise
It drinks their poisoned water
And thrives off noxious air.

The avant garde of apathy
Waits on the front line
Ever so patiently just biding its' time
They're an advertisers dream
With a greed habit
Their only fear is the fear
Of a green planet.

The avant garde of apathy
Looks after itself
Long past its sell by date
you're still preserved on the shelf
They'd rather ruin the world
Than let their children have it
Their only fear is fear of a green planet.

The avant garde of apathy
Vegetates undefeated
But if you don't want to join it
Then you're helping to beat it
Don't let the chance pass you by
You've got to reach out and grab it
Turn this world they have made
Into a green planet.


A song about the human apathy towards environmental and social issues. Their are only interest is a comfortable imitation of life and attack anything that destroys their nirvana. Their only fear is fear of a green planet! Indeed, they prefer extensive concrete cities and pollution instead of a small scale natural habitat in harmony with a green environment. This allenation is intensified by the fake plastic world showed by TV.



The Ilk Of Human Blindness

Midsummer 2045 they lay upon
The beaches burning
Insects on a ball of rock
Upon it's axis slowly turning
Steel and concrete melanomas
Punctuate the hot sunrise
Spines now chilled by global warming
Microwave their last goodbyes.

For sixty years or more they say
Mankind had known there'd come a day
When there would be a price to pay.
"Square Eyes" watched
The fools game show
The first to go and last to know
Sat eating junkfood on death row
(Feeding the fall of the human empire)

No prophet cast the money lenders
From their polystyrene temples
Noone heard the penny drop
All interest shown was incidental.

Pity the chairman of the board
For all these years he's piled his hoard
But penniless he'll meet the lord
As all the world prepares to die
He stands before the needles eye
Whilst countless millions pass him by
(Fleeing the fall of the human empire)

Recalling all those wasted hours
Of motions passed and minutes taken
Maybe now he feels remorse
For all the souls he has forsaken.

Silhouettes of living corpses
Remnants of a transcient race
March toward the red horizon
Evanesce without a trace.

The proud rub shoulders with the meek
On debris littered city streets
They fight like dogs for scraps to eat
The welfare state's in dissaray
All social order slips away
The "Primrose Path" lead to decay
(The Curtain falls on the human empire)

Codes of conduct redefine
As justice turns to legal crime
These monsters masked by human features
Are by far the blindest creatures.

An apocalyptic vision of total environmental destruction and decline of civilization and extinction of human beings. Neither prophecy or scientific evidence persuaded anyone or drove away human blindness. The time is come to pay the cost.



Tunnel Visionaries

(Narration)
Nobody could have conceived in the final decade of the 20th century
That our humble affairs were being manipulated by computer interface.
Not a soul could have summised that the lives of billions were of
Less consequence than a decimal point in the stock exchanges of the world.

Rare few even questioned the relentless exploitation of our rapidly
Dwindling natural resources. And yet across the polished boardroom tables,
Beings immensely more devious than ourselves surveyed this defiled planet
With jaundiced eyes, and swiftly and ruthlessly, they hatched foul plots
Against us.


we read in wikipedia:

Skyclad could very nearly be described as a protest band. Their lyrics deal with a wide variety of real-world themes (as well as more personal issues, though this was mainly under Walkyier) including poverty, drugs, environmentalism, politics, urban decay, paganism, society and commercialism. The band's polemics are often based on real experiences: In an interview, Walkyier recalled a point in the band's early days where his electricity meter reached 19 pence, and he was reduced to sharing cold baked bean sandwiches with guitarist Steve Ramsey. Skyclad's politics are generally left wing, with a strong working-class bent. Walkyier's writings for the band also show a particular fascination with sexually predatory women ("My Mother in Darkness", "Polkageist!", "Little Miss Take").

The band is noted for concealing the message of its songs somewhat in allusion and wordplay ("Womb of the Worm", "Vintage Whine"), though this has become less pronounced in later albums written by Ridley, who favours a slightly more straightforward style. Puns and wordplay, however, have become for many an integral part of the band, and there is no evidence that they have been entirely excluded.

you can hear a song from this album in youtube:
thinking allowed

Album: Wayward Sons Of Mother Earth by Skyclad, 1991

Our Dying Island

I woke from my daydream--discovered my nightmare was real,
At the altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel,
Our database deities--they cannot save us,
Microchip miracles only enslave us.

The high priests of high finance claim that their actions are wise-
But our planet still dies. . .
It dies for the want of more people who care
'bout the poisons we pump in the seas and the air,

Yet blissfully ignorant--still unaware,
We strive for a future entwined with despair.
You say, Why waste concern on the rivers and trees-
-they belong to mankind to exploit as we please?

Face up to the fact that mankind's a disease-
-irrelevant microbes with colour T.V.s.
Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face?

Only to worst kind of fools (like you and I -the human race).
If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph,
Mother Earth will laugh the loudest -She will have the final laugh.

BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise,
BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise.
SPEAK OUT--to say, It's no concern of mine,
DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime.

We all toe the line and swallow the lies-
-and our island dies.
Let computers dictate our emotions--determine the way we should feel.
Turn our backs to the future now our days are numbered,
And where will we run to when this world is plundered?

Your conscience a whisper drowned out when your avarice cries-
And humanity dies. . .
Without hot winds or tower blocks crashing-
-no silver-lined mushroom clouds herald man's passing,

From the Garden of Eden--into death everlasting,
Such a high price to pay for what we took without asking.
Stupidity's legacy is passed down the years-
-as our knowledge increases dispelling the fears

That the ghosts of the past may again reappear-
-as the dawn of the silent apocalypse nears.
Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face?
Only the worst kind of fools (like you and I--the human race).

If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph,
Mother Earth will laugh the loudest--She will have the final laugh.
(The advent of insanity--no future for humanity.
You pander to your vanity--it blinds you to reality.
In temples of indifference we hail the gods of ignorance,
And sacrifice our final chance--behold the death of innocence.)

BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose,
BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose.
SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we're worth,
DECEIVED--it is the end for Mother Earth.
We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies.

If we think the world is our oyster we'll surely choke on the pearl,
It is ours for a while to respect not defile--but minds drunk with power still whirl.
The lands we dispute are not ours to pollute--neither the air that we breathe,
But how will we ever see reason when we can't see the wood for the trees.

Now we hold the future in the palm of our hand--place your faith
In 'Rainbow Warriors' not castles of sand,
The hourglass is empty time is slipping away-
-so prepare your excuses for the Judgement Day.

Court is now in session--Mother Nature presides,
The jury are our children--whose futures we've denied.
The evidence conclusive--we have no alibi,
The victim was our planet--the verdict: MATRICIDE.

BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise,
BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise.
SPEAK OUT--to say, It's no concern of mine,
DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime.

BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose,
BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose.
SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we're worth,
DECEIVED--it is the end for Mother Earth.




The Cradle Will Fall

A species in its infancy--a living idiosyncrasy,
This 'naked ape' believes itself divine.
Assured of its supremacy--it dreams of immortality,
The first words that it speaks--This world is mine.

But the time has come for us to realise,
That the animal instincts we deeply despise-
Are far more civilised than humanity.
Mankind has lived to curse the day it climbed down from the trees,

But still we keep our heads held high whilst crawling on our knees.
I hope I never live to see the 'perfect' world you crave,
Where ambition is the burden we shall carry to our graves.
We think that we are so superior--for in God's image we were made,

All other life we deem inferior--there to exploit, kill or enslave
No amount of remonstration could ever show a mind so small
that it is not 'the be and end all.'

Into the future we race driven on by our greed,
Like rats in a maze we will never be free.
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples slash dissecting truth and reason,
Behind locked doors where no-one sees.

Down evolution's one way street mankind pursues his dream,
Of a race conceived in test tubes with the same designer genes,
But like a child who tries to run before it learns to crawl--
he'll go crying to his 'Mother' when he sees the cradle fall.

I am human--I was made to be the ultimate machine,
With the power at my fingertips to realise my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature's pride and joy,
Taking all the world will give me--what it won't I shall destroy.

In our hearts we yearn to be immortal--conquer all sickness and disease,
Create a world where even death's not fatal--then we can shape our destinies.
A populace of plastic people live genetically pre-programmed lives-
-and no-one laughs and no-one cries.

Blinded by science the masses are duped and deceived,
By the faces that smile from their colour T.V.s.
They'll steal your dreams--remove them surgically (but leave you scars so deepand lasting),
God is dead man has surpassed him.

Like children in our playground--we contrive such foolish games,
But fail to see the consequence of suicidal aims.
No matter how we bend the rules there's no way we can win,
Not even pleading Ignorance will vindicate our sins.

I am human--I was made to be the ultimate machine,
With the power at my fingertips to realise my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature's pride and joy,
Taking all the world will give me--what it won't I shall destroy.

Mankind a babe-in-arms,/Believes he's come of age-
And reaches for the stars,/With one foot in the grave.

I am human--I was made to be the ultimate machine,
I am human--I have the power to realise my dream.
I am human--an automaton--a mindless 'technoslave,'
I am human--I am servant to the monsters I have made.

maybe the most eco-philosophical band which focuses, not only in certain environmental issues but looks into things more deeper by examining the human selfperception and his consequent attitude towards nature, the so called superiority feeling because of technology achievements, the greed and his ignorance of what really we are, totally suspended beings by the biosphere functions and earth vital sources are limited.

You can hear some songs in myspace