Krabbinn

by In The Company Of Men

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released December 23, 2016

Recorded & Mixed by Ásmundur Jóhannson @Stúdíó Paradís
Mastering - Curver Thoroddsen

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In The Company Of Men Reykjavik, Iceland

In The Company Of Men is a four piece Mathcore act from Iceland which has made a name for itself through a DIY-work method, a unique sound and consistently explosive live shows.

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Track Name: Spegilmynd Sjálfs Síns
Þú lítur annan á,
og gleði hans þig særir

Sá sem minnst veit.

Þú þráir það sem þú
getur ekki fengið.

Sá sem minnst veit.

Allt sem þú hefur
og allt sem þú átt
er hér í þínum höndum.

Allt sem þú sáir
og allt sem þú þráir
er hér í þínum höndum.

Þú lítur annan á
og gleði hennar þig særir.

Sá sem minnst veit.

Allt sem þú hefur
og allt sem þú átt
er hér í þínum höndum.

Allt sem þú sáir
og allt sem þú þráir
er hér í þínum höndum.

Við komum öll frá sama stað,
og endirinn leiðir okkar saman á ný.
Við komum öll frá sama stað,
og endirinn sameinar okkur á ný.

Hver ert þú sem lítur mig á?
Það er einungis...
Hver ert þú sem lítur mig á?
Það er einungis spegil myndin mín.
Track Name: Nothing Left
There is nothing left of me,
but burnt bridges and broken homes.

I built this life,
out of broken promises,
and the only thing
that I always keep,
is the disappointment
I feel for myself.

There is nothing left of me.
But burnt bridges and broken homes.

I, sacrifice everything.

We built our lives out of broken misery
and the only one who seems to see
the truth within lies,
are these old dead eyes.

I am no one
I am no where
I am nothing at all

there is nothing left of me.
Track Name: Skepnuveldi
Mæðraveldi
þegar klófurinn skellur í eina átt,
Feðraveld
kemur hann ætið til baka.
Mæðraveldi
þegar hugmynd kæfir aðra.
Feðraveldi
þá er hún kæfð til baka.

Sá sem það verst hefur er sá sem aldrei hefur það slæmt
Sá sem minna má til sín er sá sem allt hefur

Mæðraveldi
þegar klófurinn skellur í eina átt,
Feðraveld
kemur hann ætið til baka.
Mæðraveldi
þegar hugmynd kæfir aðra.
Feðraveldi
þá er hún kæfð til baka.

Við höfum ekkert nema okkur sjálfa og sá sem elskar sig ei
mun aldrei elska neitt.
Eitthvað sem lítið er getur orðið svo ofsa stórt
ef þú bara lærir það að elska.

Alsnægtir, allt þær drepa. Ekkert fær þeim varið.

Flokkaðu mig en ég mun ekki flokka þig
því hugmyndin kemur að innan .

Flokkaðu mig en ég mun ekki flokka þig
því tungumálið kemur að innan.
Track Name: Flesh Made Mind
Filter everything through a funnel and all your left with is you and me
Flesh birthed mind
the illusion that you are you

If you could step out of your own mind and enter mine

You would realise that you were never
ever anything else than me
flesh birthed mind
the illusion that you are you

If you could then you would
step out of your mind and enter mine

One looks through and only sees you
We all look through and only saw you

We are nothing but flesh made mind
If you could exit your own mind and enter mine instead
You would never even realise that you had ever been anyone else
You could never even fathom that you were someone else at all

We are nothing but flesh made mind
the illusion that you are you.

I grow sick of the things you say
but if I were you I would say the same
I grow sick of the things you do,
but if I were you I would do them too

I would do them too
I would do them too
Track Name: Dry Water
Conflicting your ideas and your sanity
you are on a collision course
with your ideas
they were never your own to begin with
you attempted to keep them all dry
by staying in the ice cold heartless water

parallel we are one to another
yet always we seem to be so far apart
We kept on scrubbing the dirty surface
and tried to wash it away
the smell of murder

Conflicting your ideas and your sanity
you are on a collision course
with your ideas
they were never your own to begin with,
You attempted to keep them all dry
by staying in the ice cold heartless water.

The mirror reflects what you consider sin

Can you see the difference between right and wrong?
Do your feelings determine the weight of the scale?
What is the standard for sin?
Is it decided by me?
What is the standard for sin?
Is it decided by you?

What is the standard for sin?
If it's the people you consider evil
then everyone is a villian
Washing away wet hands won't make them dry
Still you keep clean and wash
you wash it away
Track Name: CWC
You are nothing but a parody

why do you insist that you made something special at all
when all you had to do was live your life through.

You are nothing but a parody

why do you insist that you made something special at all
when all you had to do was live your life through.

You are nothing
You are nothing at all

Combining the fractions from what you extract from others ideas merged into one

You are nothing but a parody

As I watch this train pass by all there's left is to watch it crash
Crash and burn
Track Name: Loud Mouths
The gramophone is screaming
yet no one seems to be listening
to a word that has been said
because your mouth never closes

Expression of thought is only shared with common interest
again and again
you keep on yammering away
you never bother to listen to anything
that others might have to say

The gramophone is screaming
yet no one seems to be listening
to a word that has been said
because your mouth never closes

No one of interest is speaking
where does the noise emit from?
Silence is hard to find.

absorbing the chatter of fools
the one who listens learns
while those who run their mouth
only repeat what they know
Closed ears that never listen
will only repeat what they know

Loud mouths that never silence
keep yammering until the day they die

Thousand lights pass by
on this empty road
I've been thinking all my life
never stopping to listen
and when I arrive at my destination
I suddenly see all the faces of those that passed me by
never stopping to spend time with them

I'm all alone at the end of this road
Loud mouths that never silence
keep yammering until the day they die

Silence
by no one
shouts go unheard
Silence
by no one
stringless violins make no sound
Track Name: Destroy
I don't care about your governments or their fucking lies
this desire you hold
controlled or be in control,
every politician lies
every politician lies to be in control.

Maim
Kill
Destroy

Politicians lie to be elected
Politicians lie to be in control
Politicians lie to be your truth
Politicians lie to be re-elected again.

Maim
Kill
Destroy

this world was never meant for me.

You will know my name

Maim
Kill
Destroy
Track Name: Fading
Don't tell me how the scene died
You confuse bullshit with facts
Run your mouth like your life depends
the wisdom of a circle of friends
You can bitch on the internet
like anyone gives a shit
but your running away from the fact
that we are all

Old fucks that gave up
thinking bout the good old times that never came

Too macho for your own self
drifted away while the world stayed the same
an old fuck that has stopped trying
everyone is wrong and your not the problem
when you don´t let kids to your show
you reap just what you sow
you don't get this new sound
but you don't really get anything anymore

Old fucks that gave up
thinking bout the good old times that never came

I'm fading
we're all fading away
Track Name: Krabbinn
Sýktur
heimurinn okkar er að deyja
orkulaus við erum
líflaus dag eftir dag

Áttafætt liðdýr kemur skríðandi út úr sjónum
ströndin nötrar þegar vætturinn stígur sinn dans.

hér kemur krabbinn
skeppnan sem mun kæta okkar harmleik.
Iðjuleysið verður skolað burt.

Enginn veit hvað liggur bakvið þessa skel
Grímur munu rofna og andlitin klofna
þegar krabbinn kemur breytist vatnið í vín
Hver þarf jesús þegar krabbinn stígur sinn dans?

Hér kemur krabbinn
Hann kemur til að dansa feitt
Hér kemur krabbinn
Hann kemur og krabbar reitt.

Enginn veit hvað liggur bakvið þessa harðkenndu skél,
Grímur mun rofna og andlitin klofna
þegar krabbinn kemur breytist vatnið í vín.
Hver þarf jesús þegar krabbinn stígur sinn dans?

Hér kemur krabbinn
Hann kemur til að dansa feitt
Hér kemur krabbinn
Hann kemur og krabbar reitt.

Krabbinn rífur burt þau tengsl sem tengja okkur við veruleikann
og þegar á mann er reynt verður skolið burt harmleikann.

Hér kemur krabbinn
Hann kemur til að dansa feitt
Hér kemur krabbinn
Hann krabbar alveg helvíti reitt

Fætur í sundur og hendur í loft
Krabbinn dansar til að gleyma

Krabbinn hann sér
þú ert hjá mér
Krabbinn hann fer
Stelur minn dans

Fætur í sundur og hendur í loft
Krabbinn dansar til að gleyma,
Bakið er beint og hausinn snýr upp
Krabbinn yrðir ekki danslausa á.

Hér kemur krabbinn
Hann kemur til að dansa feitt
Hér kemur krabbinn
Hann krabbar alveg helvíti reitt
Track Name: The Champion of Mediocrity
What went wrong?
No matter how many doors I place
I can never fill these holes
This perfect plan was supposed to be my flawless intention

Lights flicker
My mind turns on and off
Shapes sharpen but as soon as I turn to look they fade away
Is there no hope or was I always dreaming?
How can there be holes in a perfect plan?
I thought everything through
But everything was never enough

What went wrong?
No matter how many fucking doors I place
This perfect plan was supposed to be the master plan

Lights flicker
My mind turns on and off
Shapes sharpen but as soon as I turn to look they fade away
Is there no hope, or was I always dreaming?
How can there be holes?

We kept being misunderstood
by the holes in our voice that was never heard.
We struggle to speak
only to be misplaced
as something we never were

I have to see this through
I Cannot see this through
I must see this through

What went wrong?
No matter how many fucking doors I place this perfect plan
is a gaping void
Where my mind never rests.
We kept being misunderstood.

We flicker like light in automation
throughout our journey we travel in circles
we hit a brick wall and fall to slumber
we are the children that bear no fruition

Exit this square shaped mind and enter the circle beneath