An odd blend of funkbeat, ambient and piano balladry.
Computers never seemed so natural...
Zoios is an attempt at something wonderful, albeit pretentious.
Story behind the song
Originally this was intended to be an opening section for a rather dramatic, morbid song to be called "The Slave (to Apathy)." Instead, it took on a life of its own. Its premise is another pessimistic one, 'swamp' meaning 'Humanity', therefore figuratively the title is "Cleansing Humanity." I've become somewhat outspoken in my views of people these days...
But as negative as the premise is, the song itself came out more or less cheery, mayhap with an eerie passage here and there. I think it gives the awkward position of being between the stages of purging humankind (violently) and foresight for the future paradise.
All that and rhythm to boot. w00t.
Lyrics
May 16th
(6) "Demonize, Euthanize"
Dear Diary;
It's been a couple nights since I've had any dreams, though the last one was a doozy. I met someone in there, and it wasn't a woman. In fact, he wasn't even human.
I think he called himself "Destra," and was sort of an outcast among gods. It seemed only appropriate that his name meant "The Darkness" and was synonymous with Chaos. In a historic sense, he actually predated this order of gods he was ousted from, but he didn't explain who the others were. He didn't have much to say at all, really.
He had a shadowy disposition as a person. Wore mostly black, would never take off his trench coat, and his features were bland in themselves. His skin was pale, barely pink enough to assume he was alive, and his hair, which draped in uniform length over his forehead and ears, could be considered gray, though a tint of teal was evident. He didn't have to speak, I could tell he was no jolly character.
But he did have something to say of humanity. Turns out he's been observing it in one fashion or another since its more 'furry' infancy. Truth be told, I couldn't make out whether he was disgusted or empathetic of us, because he told quick accounts of times he both helped and hindered in our growth. But the thing that stuck with me most was when he told me this:
"You know, it could be wonderful. To have humanity purged. All the congestion, gone. All those excuses to be vile to each other eroded down to a tiny grain of sand from their former mountain. They would celebrate, don't you think?"
Funny I should think about this. Yesterday I was stood up by that girl. Said she met some guy at a pub, had a few drinks and felt oh-so 'close' to him. Of course, she still wants to be friends. Everyone knows that's the smelliest brand of bullshit. The kiss of death. I'm bitter again. Truly, very bitter.
I know I'm overacting, though. Or maybe it's my old mentality doing the overacting for me. It needs to stay away from Destra.
