Dark Paradigm Songtext
von Hocico

We torch the void
Through fractured interfaces, toys
We are the glitches, the noise
A thousand throats shaped to destroy
The gods we made were algorithms, spreading our hate
Feeding our tribal shame
All are insane, a bitter fame
Welcome to the black!

Every scroll is a loaded gun
We shoot to feel, then feel like none
Every scroll is a loaded gun
We shoot to feel, then feel like none
Empathy hangs from data wires
A carcass twitching in the silent, silent spires
We pixel-paint our hate with pride
And laugh while something good inside us fucking dies


Every scroll is a loaded gun
We shoot to feel, then feel like none
Every scroll is a loaded gun
We shoot to feel, then feel like none

A mirror maze of bitter fame
Where every heart forgets its name
We are made of pain!
A mirror maze of bitter fame
Where every heart forgets its name
We are made of pain!
We are made of pain! We are made of pain!
Welcome to the black! Welcome to the black!

Welcome to the black! Welcome to the black!
Where silence died and hope turned back
Welcome to the void, welcome to the crash!
No gods, no soul, just dead, just half-alive!

Welcome to the black! Welcome to the black!
Where silence died and hope turned back
Welcome to the void, welcome to the crash!
No gods, no soul, just dead, just half-alive!


Welcome to the black! Welcome to the black!
Where silence died and hope turned back
Welcome to the void, welcome to the crash!
No gods, no soul, just dead, just half-alive!