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My home is a mine Deep in the soil My kingdom of lies I’m digging drift after drift My years pass by I did not see the sun Nor did I die I deliver energy For my eternal machine Am I drilling to deep? Can I leave? A piece of fucking dirt is what I was A piece of fucking dirt is what I am A piece of fucking dirt is what I will be Forever and ever Dirt
I craved my adage in stone now I got it on my back This burden is about to break my spine I can not get it off of me And I adore the shade it provides Solitary and cold Cold and alone I can’t get it off of me It’s my refuge, it is my mischief Words of stone, immutable freehold Capital letters, deep and cold My ten commandments, I dread to break for my self-protection, against the ache Immure myself, a junction chopped my personal guide to lock me up Enthroned on my back, my epitaph I know them by heart, all paragraphs It’s forcing, this system of lies upon lies against all serenity, crippling ties Close to the edge, where the wheight breaks my bones Close to the edge, I carried it on Close to the edge, close to my hole This is my tombstone
Nothing but a fucking void Is what I see when I look at my property All these memories I thought I own are nothing but a mess of blurry oddities not a single face not a single name I can recall I look hectically from right to left And my fucking fingers tremble when I talk Faint Swoon Numb Please call me soon Nothing but a fucking void, my property What I thought I own, just blurry oddities Not a single name, I can recall Faint, swoon, numb, please cure me soon Faint, swoon, numb, cleanse me
Never felt the wind, never saw the sun I’m in custody The gate has always been shut Security, septic and clean I haven’t been heard I have not been seen Born in a cage, i’ve never been free Fading away, i’m in custody Born in a cage, the dissection Born in a cage and killed by an infection I have always lived my life caged I haven’t been heard I have not been seen Born in a cage, i’ve never been free
DRONE 03:25
Marching to the drum of the monetary host Surrounded by the scrum Pressure overdosed Death to the malcontent All hail the ascent Endless beats dictating the rhythm The hammering breaks my eardrum I’m haunted by a doctrine of a righteous existence serving a god My value, my reach, my fate is written down on the bills, the masses laude it infested my morality I’m close to loose my fate yearning for this so called security damned to be chased I’m attracted by my dark side disevolve me My mind is a hell My thoughts are my cell This world is a hell My life is my cell
DISAVOW. It`s the void that finds its way to the poisoned minds. The negotiations about the existence are boundless. Everything that comes, doesn ́t have any resolution. Only one purpose. ANGER. The life is a cell that builds by the death. Delivered to a non- cancellable decree. The fury against the foreigners. Justifiable only by the liability of the tin gods. NEGOTIATE. The moral of certainty. The fake deities built the dead ends. Sacrifice your life and you will be rewarded. Wealth. Short half-life that provide the human suffering. DEPRESSION. The kingdom of lies will always guide the growth. Utopias about freedom and autonomy give way to faint. Nothing is particular. Nothing matters. Nothing lasts. CONSENT. The tombstone will seal the lies once and for all. It does not know an origin or an alignment. We are equal in this downward movement. We are all aimed by the demise. [INSPIRED BY THE THANATOLOGY OF THE PSYCHIATRIST ELISABETH KÜBLER-ROSS]


released April 10, 2020

All songs written and performed by CHAVER

Chris - Bass/ Vocals
Winny - Git
Willi - Drums/ Vocals

A Side
Recorded mixed and mastered by Jan Oberg / Hidden Planet Studio Berlin in Jan ’20
Additional Vocals on Epitaph by Steffen G recorded by David Deutsch / 1408 Productions Hannover in Dec ’19

B Side
Recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Magnus Wichmann / lala Studios Leipzig in Jan ’20! Additional Vocals by Susi S

released through INJUSTICE RECORDS


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CHAVER started in 2016

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