released December 1, 2016

Dreariness, disillusion, loneliness and anger gave birth to this album.
The questioning of human existence and reality.

Where is humanity heading if they could never overcome their instincts, if they are led by such deeds they have no idea of? If they act like immortals.
If even in mortality, they cannot find hope in anything.
If they disrespect the Earth, if they are no longer in the cycle of nature that has given birth to them - they give it concrete, feed it ashes. If they stand in line without a name. If they are put six feet under without a name.

Years are passing by from lifetime to lifetime, resultless.
Life converges to the eternal void, with no sight of development, because we keep on repeating the same mistakes over and over, since the dawn of life.
And when they finally reach the point of self-destruction, and their most lethal weapon will become sticks and stones, what was the point of doing anything, what was the point of getting a mind, which they only use to destroy and supress, if the sight of sighing souls of millions can only break a black and white world. If their youth is just a dim minute. If there is no more beauty, if everything got destroyed what they have done and loved. If they know that they are going to lose everyone who ever held their hands.

What was the point of learning to walk or solving an equation?
What was the point of executing millions, holding broken nestlings in their hands? What was the point of being born or dying? If the reality inside is just a misconception, which we thought was a dream? What is giving rest in these cold times?
If there is no hell to be scared of or heaven to be expected.
... If this tiny painting is framed by time, and its canvas is eternity.

M.