exotic species

“Exotic Spicies ” is a powerful track that confronts the dark legacy of colonialism and its lasting scars on generations. Through an aggressive fusion of progressive metal, electronic distortion, and hip-hop-infused lyricism, the song channels rage, sorrow, and resistance into one unrelenting sonic assault.

Unknown secrets lie beneath the years,
Buried truths distorted by our fears.

Facts unseen now twist and fade,
In shadows where the lies are made.

Warlords arm the troops with steel,
Unleashing slaughter cold and real.

Before you’re buried, lend your ear,
The prophet’s words are sharp and clear.

You are the one.
neath the skies.

Infants cry in dirt and mud.

The offering cries out for blood.
Marching boots shake mind and bone,

Who knows when death will strike your home?

Nightmares stretch through endless black,
True dawn may never find its track.

This age is cloaked in endless sin,
With guns and gold the truth grows thin.

He’s trapped inside a twisted shell,
Where pressure grinds the soul to hell.

A hollow man with lifeless eyes,
Where just surviving justifies.

Before you’re buried, lend your ear,
The prophet’s words are sharp and clear.

You are the one.
neath the skies.

Who knows when death will strike your home?

Warlords arm the troops with steel,
Unleashing slaughter cold and real.

Young style marks those flame.

Ray.