Corroded Decay
Noise Unit Lyrics
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Is acceptable to us
Because we regard individual acts violence
With repugnance and revulsion
Paranoid mood
Colors of oppression
pearls of glasses
Into obsessions
Irreverent decade
Morally binding
The charade of life begins
Killer determined
His guns held high
The time is here
We all live in fear
Controlled divisions
The time is here
Into darkness
Reflections of pain
Smell of gunpowder
Burning game
We cease to exist in a state of control
Terminal cases are buried below
The time is here
We all live in fear
Controlled divisions
The end is here
Gasoline burns your very skin
Your hand is in a pocket of fear
Life control
The time is here
The time is here
We all live in fear
Controlled divisions
The time is here
The song "Corroded Decay" by Noise Unit provides a commentary on the state's use of violence and its impact on society. The first stanza draws attention to the double standards when it comes to violence. The state's use of violence is sanctioned and accepted as necessary for maintaining order and control, whereas individual acts of violence are condemned. The paranoia that the state's control engenders is depicted in the second stanza which talks about the colors of oppression and pearls of glasses. The use of the words 'superficial' and 'irreverent' highlights the artificial and meaningless nature of the state's empire. The third stanza refers to the kill or be killed mentality that permeates society. The fact that the killer is determined with guns held high is a chilling reminder of the power of fear.
The chorus "The time is here, we all live in fear, controlled division" is an indictment of the state's divisive tactics. The division that the state promotes between groups leads to controlled chaos where people live in fear of each other. The final stanza highlights the ultimate consequences of this fear-based control. The metaphor of terminal cases being buried below is used to illustrate the erasure of individuality as people become obedient subjects of the state. The line "gasoline burns your very skin, your hand is in a pocket of fear," is a powerful image of the corrosive impact of fear. The repetition of the line "the time is here, we all live in fear, controlled divisions" reinforces the sense of impending doom.
Line by Line Meaning
Violence, when it's sanctioned by the state
We accept violence when it is authorized by the government.
Is acceptable to us
We approve of state-sanctioned violence.
Because we regard individual acts violence
We disapprove of violence committed by individuals.
With repugnance and revulsion
We find such violence repulsive and disgusting.
Paranoid mood
Feeling of extreme anxiety and suspicion.
Colors of oppression
Signs of subjugation and tyranny.
pearls of glasses
Small, round objects reflecting the horrors of war.
Into obsessions
Falling into fixation and compulsion.
Superficial empire
A shallow, meaningless reign of power.
Irreverent decade
A period in which authority and convention are disregarded.
Morally binding
An obligation based on ethical principles.
The charade of life begins
The facade of normalcy and routine is established.
Killer determined
A murderer with a fixed and resolute intention.
His guns held high
His weapons raised in readiness for attack.
The time is here
The anticipated moment has arrived.
We all live in fear
A pervasive feeling of terror consumes us.
Controlled divisions
A structured and regulated fracture in society.
Into darkness
Descending into the abyss of chaos and anarchy.
Reflections of pain
Indications of suffering and agony.
Smell of gunpowder
The acrid scent of armed conflict and violence.
Burning game
Conflagration and destruction.
We cease to exist in a state of control
Our individuality vanishes under totalitarian rule.
Terminal cases are buried below
The casualties of war are interred beneath the earth.
The end is here
The conclusion of society as we know it.
Gasoline burns your very skin
The agony of immolation scars your flesh.
Your hand is in a pocket of fear
You clutch at your instinctive terror.
Life control
Domination of existence by a ruthless establishment.
The time is here
The epoch of tyranny has arrived.
We all live in fear
Pervasive terror dominates our psyche.
Controlled divisions
Society broken down into organized factions.
The time is here
The era of oppressors has dawned.
Writer(s): RHYS FULBER, WILHELM LEEB
Contributed by Jayce C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
David Lewis
This totally could have been on a Front Line album.
Arsen Luben
Well Noise Unit is Leeb's side project
TheProjectedMan
It's as good as Caustic and TNI. I love Intermix and Intermix Phaze Two as well. Leeb/Fulber were just incredible at this time.
David Lewis
Where's Kick to Kill? My second fave.
David Lewis
The bass is killer.
oldschoolrivethead
This whole album could/should have been FLA! The style introduced on this album was also used on Hard Wired, but I think this is the better release overall.
Albert naikov
Love this part 1:30
Pieter van der Meer
amazing. leeb was the best back then
ChiotVulgaire
He's still the best in 2018.
Leitmotivation
perfect!