QUASARBORN debut album „THE ODYSSEY TO ROOM 101“ out on 18/05/2018!

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Quasarborn is
Luka Matković – Vocals, guitars
Marko Danilović „Tihi“ – Drums
Đorđe Luković – Guitars
Miloš Tomasović – Bass

Filmed and edited by Đorđe Stojiljković
Recorded, mixed, mastered and produced by Luka Matković in Citadela studio, Belgrade
Special thanks to Anđela Mandić & Garaža club

Follow Quasarborn:
Website: https://www.quasarborn.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/quasarborn101/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/quasarborn/

Lyrics:

Homo interitus

The iron doors are opening
Behind the rusty shrieks
Prowling, my downfall so bleak
The hangmen’s laughter overpowers me
Straight to Room 101
Box of dread second to none
Feebly plead for mercy, nothing more to give

Mind broken
Scream, cry!
All hope in proles was in vain
Weep, wail!
Blackwhite is my destiny

This is how it all ends, a blurred line between life and death
If I was ever a “me”, today I’d repudiate
Join me as we enjoy all the comforts of Room 101

Endure the everlasting pain
My limbs are severed off
Face drowned in a blood filled trough
Pierced by searing spikes, floor swept with my remains
Pests covering my skin
Digging burrows from within
A confession won’t appease, they want me fain

Mind broken
Scream, cry!
All hope in proles was in vain
Weep, wail!
Blackwhite is my destiny

This is how it all ends, a blurred line between life and death
If I was ever a “me”, today I’d repudiate
Join me as we enjoy all the comforts of Room 101

Reach and share this pain
No, I won’t shed a tear
Though I dread these final hours I will
Make my ancestors proud, tenaciously persist
Staring with eye sockets filled with blood
Gods, watch over me now that I unexist
But suddenly the pain is much too strong
A human body can endure this and survive?
Tormentor, I beg, sir, pull the plug
Oh, please, just let me die

I present the case:
Giveth to man
Taketh from man
Outcome remains the same
Man is no more

Save me from these
Clutches of existence gripping me
All trains of thought lead to suicide

Yearning to be
Hidden under the cloak of conformity
An inferior lifeform that’s unobliged to live

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