SuperPredator


SuperPredator

SuperPredator

Hard rock, Progressive, Other
From: Toronto, ON, Canada

About Artist

Prime Mover


Flash, Bang, Here we go
Energy mass and the immortal soul
Everything came from nothing, that some how explodes,
And in to what does it grow.

These are the things
We may never know

A lattice of strings make the smallest things
occupying a higher dimension, or so it's believed
Information bending space, to appear in another place
A path we humans are still trying to trace

These are the things
We may never see

Incomplete transcripts of my sensory feed back
reveals that much is concealed
Am I a spark in matter
or is my fate sealed?

Questions of morality are subject to objectivity
And values differ around the world
but if most obeyed "do unto others"
there may not be another war

This is a thing
that will never be.

Incomplete transcripts of my sensory feed back
reveals that much is concealed
I find the deeper I dig
the more confused I feel.






Original Sin 

I inhale, I ingest, I inhabit
A three dimensional world, whose origins we cannot fathom
I take in the exterior, to power my machine
That allows me to experience, all that can be held and seen

I move like water through water
A part of everything
But the ether is not so dense
as long as I don't let my passions,
overcome my common sense.

And I keep on hearing about original sin
but I have no choice about the body I'm in
No more than I can chose the color of my eyes
It's in how we interact, that the way to salvation lies.

I inhale, I ingest, I inhabit
A three dimensional world, whose origins we cannot fathom
I take in the exterior, to power my machine
That allows me to experience, all that can be held and seen

Open oceans of sand
can be tamed by man
the storm will let you build but time decides what stands.

And I keep on hearing about original sin
but I have no choice about the body I'm in
No more than I can chose the color of my eyes
It's in how we interact, that the way to salvation lies.

And I keep on hearing about original sin
but I have no choice about the body I'm in
No more than I can chose the color of my skin
Where you end up, doesn't have to be where you begin.



Superpredator


She stalks her prey in the night
a panther on the sent of fright
She's one with the shadows, and moves with the wind
Let the killing begin

Superpredator

And when she moves in for the kill
It's just for food, not the thrill.

She lets the moon light the way
and it marks her time, while she stalks her prey
Patience brings the day
for their lack of vigilance, part of the heard will pay

Superpredator
 
And when she moves in for the kill
It's just for food, not the thrill.


The beasts of the plains
mover to and fro, like blood through veins
The hunters know they'll never deviate
and all exist to participate
And all the creatures watch...
The final moments of the chase
And when the cat, finishes her work
The stillness, extends to space.

Sing Along


I'm not the kind of guy that will try, to make you see things my way
Not going to try and sell you something, you don't need today
And I'm happy just to be, on my own, way
So keep on rolling, if you got nothing good to say

And I can't write a song,
that makes you want to
Singalong

No slick lines to blow your mind
not going to alter the way, things really are
Not going to sell you the moon,
Nor steal the lights from the stars

And I can't write a song,
that makes you want to
Singalong



My brand new life


My brand new life, what will it bring
a sunny day where I have learned too sing
lots of cash and sparkly girls
and one more thing,
peace in this world

A day when I can wake up, and remember my dreams
a day where I can walk around and not remember anything
one more day of youthful bliss
not one more day,
like this


I keep on turning around, and I keep on falling down
I stood on my toes one day, so I could see the bottom
I kept myself down, trying to find the sound
and the one who could have changed every thing
Was never around.

My brand new life, what shall I sing
you've all about the treachery, in this world that's everything
Do unto others before they do it to you.
What ever happened to standing in line,
and acting in the common good


I keep on turning around, and I keep on falling down
I stood on my toes one day, so I could see the bottom
I keep on turning around, but I keep on falling down
and I find someone letting me down
no matter that I once caught them.

Feel this way

If only life were perfect,

things would be so much better

I said to the girl,

as we discussed the weather

It was cold and bitter when I met her,

now it's warming up inside

I sense a incoming tide, from which I will,

be unable to hide


I never ever want to feel this way again

Moody dark and mysterious

and spark in her eyes kept me curious

But it played it's self out,

in scenes of love and hate

And I can't help but miss,

what I tried to escape


I never ever want to feel this way again

If only life were perfect, things would be so much better

I said to the girl, as she went on about the weather.

I never ever want to feel this way again






Oil

Oil runs the world, feeds the war machine
a giant game of chess, our nightmare is their dream.
And they control the world, through forces unseen
and we do their bidding, with out a whimper or a scream

wave your flags, for God and Country
and move the lines, that mean nothing

Import the jihad, into our countries,
finance the invasion, with our money
Agenda 21 comes alive,
1984 has arrived

wave your flags, for God and Country
and move the lines, that mean nothing
Modern machinery, creates a new gory
and the 11 O'clock news, is worse than and Bible proficy



Escape


She walks in the door, and it begins again
before their vows, he was her best friend

Now he only puts her down, bitches about how things are
he could make them better, but he'll never try that hard

Now she's free in the morning, she's off to work
she tells herself all day, tonight I won't let it hurt


She walks in the door, and it begins again
before their vows, he was her best friend

Now he only puts her down, bitches about how things are
he could make them better, but she'll never make him try that hard.




To Be


The truth it comes, as the light dies
the words are forgotten, before the ink dries

You build and build, to the highest highs,
set goals and targets, to evaluate your life

and the holy man, prays for the one who does him harm
but I could kick you in the teeth, for what you've done

To Be Pure
Sometimes I'm there,
But it will always bother me, that your not here.

to be a holy man, on the floor of a mosque,
is easier than on the street, temptations catalog
From hand to mouth, and breath to breath
Live in the moment, not the last nor the next

To Be Pure
Sometimes I'm there,
But it will always bother me, that you didn't care


Peel away the layers, to find the last voice
the one that listens, the one that makes the choice

And when you are still, detached from everything
That's when you'll see, that life is but a dream

To Be Pure
Sometimes I'm there,
But it will always bother me, that your not here.


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Recorded using Powertracks 9 Pro Audio, MiDi drums written in the Staff roll. Then i transfered all the .wav and the MiDi drums to FLStudios 11 Producer Edition. The drums were processed through MT Drums free VST, (a Great little kit) ,and a few Toms and cymbals added with the default FLStudios Drum Sequencer FPC. Then I mixed and Mastered, (Using Slated FX-G Mastering tool, and a external compressor). Instruments used Profile LesPaul copy and A Typhoon Strat copy Squire Precision bass, and Squire Jazz bass Guitars played through a Marshall AVT 20, miced, at low volume. Some D.I. (very little) Bass Played D.I., and some run through a Peavey MINX 110 bass amp, using the Headphones Jack as a line out. All songs written and performed by Chistopher Martin John Hiscock 2009

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