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Tracklist:

  1. Wargasm | Lyrics
  2. Invaders In Position | Lyrics
  3. Para Dies | Lyrics
  4. Desperation | Lyrics
  5. From Slaughter To Falling | Lyrics
  6. Negative | Lyrics
  7. Equality | Lyrics
  8. Same Wrong Way | Lyrics
  9. Your Head On A Plate | Lyrics
  10. The Reckoning | Lyrics

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Rezensionen:

Eraser ist eine gute Mischung aus Old School Thrash Metal mit einer Packung Slayer. […] Mit „The Reckoning“ kommt ein würdiger Abschluss vom einem sehr guten Debüt. Der Song gibt Hoffnung auf eine zweite CD und man sollte Metabolic auch live nicht verpassen, wenn Sie mal in die Region kommen. :)“ — hotel666.de, 9/10

Ich persönlich mag einfach Old School Thrash Metal so wie Metabolic ihn zelebrieren. Nach 50 kurzweiligen Minuten kann ich ich nur sagen, gebt den Jungs ne Chance! Holt Euch die Scheibe! Sie haben es verdient.“ — Zephyrs Odem, 8,5/10

Erst ein Schrei, dann folgt Tempogedresche der thrashigen Art. Man fühlt sich in die Zeit Germaniens Anfang der 80er zurückversetzt, als Destruction, Sodom und Living Death den Untergrund aufmischten. Die Dresdener klingen sehr stumpf und simpel, damit aber auch sehr echt und ursprünglich. Und das alles bei klarerem Sound.“ — Cross Fire, 8/10

Dieses Album hat eine gute Mischung aus hartem Thrash und etwas ruhigerem bis hin zu einem ganz ruhigen Song. […] In jedem Lied gibt es super Gitarrenriffs und Drums auf die Ohren. […] Insgesamt ist das Album ein gelungener Start der Jungs.“ — Tommeks-Musikwelt.de, 8/10

Man darf hier ganz klar gespannt sein, wie sich Metabolic weiterentwickeln. Mit Eraser kommt schon mal ein ganz klares Statement auf den Markt, das besagt: „Hey, hier sind wir und wir wollen den deutschen Thrash Metal ein wenig aufwirbeln.“.“ — Time for Metal, 7/10

Mit „Your Head On A Plate“ und „The Reckoning“ wird das Album stampfend und rockend komplettiert und man darf den Sachsen ein gelungenes Debüt attestieren. […] aber auch so kann man den Jungs großes Potential bescheinigen und man darf gespannt sein, was da noch kommen wird.“ — FFM-Rock, 7,8/10

Der Thrash des Quintetts kommt nämlich durchweg satt, aber dennoch mit Melodie und zudem mit überraschenden Zutaten und Wendungen aus den Boxen, wie man es wohl nur von „routinierten“ (im positiven Sinne!) Musikern erwarten darf. […] Mit „Eraser“ ist der Band jedenfalls auf Anhieb ein antestenswertes Album gelungen.“ — Powermetal.de, 7/10

Einwandfreie Gitarrenriffs, meine Füße wollen nicht mehr still stehen […] Ich hatte meinen Spaß beim Hören, ein Umstand, den man nicht hoch genug hängen kann.“ — Mega-Metal.de, 7/10

Ein gutes und abwechslungsreiches Album. […] METABOLIC versuchen ihre slayerpanteranische Mischung relativ abwechslungsreich rüberzubringen, indem sie immer wieder “ruhige” und “heavyige” Elemente mit einbauen und dieses gelingt ihnen ganz gut.“ — Possessed Magazin / Reaperzine, 7/10

Die Dresdener Thrasher von Metabolic zeigen mit ihrer Eigenproduktion ganz deutlich ihre Vorlieben; und das sind in erster Linie Slayer und dann mit einigem Abstand Pantera. […] Und zu old schooligem Thrash Metal darf es dann auch mal eine etwas rumpeligere Produktion sein.“ — Obliveon, 7/10

Das vorliegende Debüt Earser wurde in Eigenregie aufgenommen, was für mich einen Großteil seines Charmes ausmacht. […] Prinzipiell im Thrash Metal verordnet, verschwimmen die Grenzen zum Speed Metal und werden auch mit Anteilen aus dem Hardcore angereichert, was einen klassischen Crossover-Cocktail ergibt.“ — Heavy Hardes, 4/6

Ich weiß nicht genau, was ein „Wargasm“ ist, aber das gleichnamige Stück treibt den Oldschool-Thrash-Sound schon einmal ordentlich nach vorne und macht richtig Laune.“ — My Revelations, 9/15


 Lyrics:

++++ WARGASM ++++

Open fire! Open the fire!
To spill blood is what I desire.
I don't fear! I don't know fear!
To kill soldiers now is my gear!

I slit deep! Deeper than deep!
This game is called the wolf and the sheeps!
To deck this hell that's not decked so well
is just a dream where I chose to dwell!

Reload!
Reload! Kill me!

A one-way-ticket we have bought.
We're going to hell!
And I can see us all going to hell!
Can you see us all going to hell?
We declare: It's killing time!

Play my game, my role-playing game!
No one wins, but we suffer the same.
Not really hailed, reality failed.
Why didn't we instead went to jail?

Led to a war that let us play war.
Our pride pushed us too far.
Harmed by guns, armed with a gun.
At least I force myself to have fun.

Reload!
Reload! Kill me!

A one-way-ticket we have bought.
We're going to hell!
And I can see us all going to hell!
Can you see us all going to hell?
We declare: It's killing time!
Alright! Shoot!

I'm blind and mute
and deaf to sanity.

I am the priest! I am the beast!
This is my feast! Wargasm!

Shoot!

++++ INVADERS IN POSITION ++++

When ethics fall
by a wrecking ball
we've got to call:
This is the empire!

It has to stop,
they have to drop.
We did stand, but
here comes the end!

Now the riot must be brought to life.
We are as one and meant to be alive.

Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster! And pray!
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster!
Invaders in position!

We suffered too long,
and things went wrong.
They aren't strong!
This is the empire!

For one last time
we commit crimes
and then it's fine.
Here comes the end!

Now the riot must be brought to life.
We are as one and meant to be alive.

Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster! And pray!
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster!
Invaders in position!

O-V-E-R
The force we are!

Now the riot must be brought to life.
We are as one and meant to be alive.

Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster! And pray!
Rearm! Form up!
Cry out! We are one!
Converge! Bolster!
Invaders in position!

++++ PARA DIES ++++

Guide the gout into your body,
pushing out the sense of life,
so all your sorrow may arrive.
Follow echoes on a wave
to the bushed democracy.
Vote for your favourite misery!

Deeper sleeping underground.
Money reigns and funny is that the world goes round
for me and the massive crowd,
everyone I mean has not the slightest doubt!

Is that all you've got?
Are you serious?
Is that all you are?
This is a joke!

This absurd drive you started
was always paralyzed.
You never mind that you dread.
Your Para dies.

Ride the horse so well and steady,
it will lead you to its home,
everyone else sets the tone.
Slavery came passively,
holds you safely in his arms.
You're one cow in many barns.

Deeper sleeping underground.
Money reigns and funny is that the world goes round
for me and the massive crowd,
everyone I mean has not the slightest doubt!

Is that all you've got?
Are you serious?
Is that all you are?
This is a joke!

This absurd drive you started
was always paralyzed.
You never mind that you dread.
Your Para dies.

Sudden death, abomination,
your existence disappears.
Domination disappears.

++++ DESPERATION ++++

To desperation we gave birth
by listening to our greed.
Not even peace and death are for free.

On counters we spend money
that we have earned in jobs,
which actually made us booze a lot.

I despair! I despair!

Won't any bone
burst under the weight
of a coin that bought a chain,
built a throne
for the insane?
That's why I despair!
Despair!

Every night from nine to five
it's time to rest from work.
Our sinking health acts as alert.

Meanwhile the minority
rests and rots on notes,
consuming senseless junk in daily loads.

I despair! I despair!

Won't any bone
burst under the weight
of a coin that bought a chain,
built a throne
for the insane.
That's why I despair!
Despair!

Keep an eye open!
No shrug's forever!

No fading!

I despair! I despair!

Won't any bone
burst under the weight
of a coin that bought a chain,
built a throne
for the insane.
That's why I despair!
Despair!

++++ FROM SLAUGHTER TO FALLING ++++

Everybody states that she is underage,
not so taught, not so wise, not mature.
Born so bizarre, as a Slaugter raised apart,
without home, without love, but insane.
Already as a child she was forced to marry wild,
she was falling and now called Christine Falling.
They divorced very soon under blood soaking moon,
and the killing spree took its course.

Kill the child the voices sing.
Fly beyond on judging wings.
On and on the voices sing.
Do not stop to kill!

She obtains by fraud all the trust out of naught
to take care, of the danger not aware.
Someone gives a speech, about pain he does preach.
Without guilt and by order she must kill.
Soon the people knew, without proof paid their dues,
did protect what is theirs from attack.
She confessed in the end to take law in her hands,
and she led the voices into jail.

Kill the child the voices sing.
Fly beyond on judging wings.
On and on the voices sing.
Do not stop to kill!

From the dark, born in cage,
raised in pain, hell awaits.
Straight ignored, corpulent,
something dies in the end.

++++ NEGATIVE ++++

This road had a sudden end,
for me now, for me now.
I lost the ability
to breath in and breath out.
And all the plans I had
are becoming more important.
I admit to have regrets
that I wasted my time in the end.

I am a negative
of a photo never developed.
And all my relatives
slowly fade out all their memories.
I am a negative
of a photo never shot.
The list of casualties
has a new guy in its entries.

I have slept and dreamed deeply
for so long, for so long.
I will miss the experience
to act right and act wrong.
My friends and family, I'm sorry
for all the days we were at strife.
Why did I prefer to wait
for tomorrow all my life?

I am a negative
of a photo never developed.
And all my relatives
slowly fade out all their memories.
I am a negative
of a photo never shot.
The list of casualties
has a new guy in its entries.

The negative.

++++ EQUALITY ++++

Your equality is temporary not available!
Tax exemption is the norm
for those you pay your taxes for.
Your few chances completely worn,
this injustice is for sure.
You apply for a job on eve,
requirements are all achieved.
But you arrive with deep grief,
'cause a blonde chick gets already briefed.

Worthlessness and possessed by the system.
Worthlessness, ejected.

All day and all night,
all the years you did fight
and all you ever learned in life
was crap. Crap!

Make your fear disappear!

The crisis line number you've dialed is not available!
Terrorists took you hostage,
so you collect all your courage.
The politician was bought out by the rich,
but you have to stay, you're no media bitch.
After years of torture and pain
you returned home and no one came.
The statue of the politician is a shame.
More situations will drive you insane.

Worthlessness and possessed by the system.
Worthlessness, ejected.

Laughter all around
makes disturbing sound.
Judges in their suits,
horror became truth.

All day and all night,
all the years you did fight
and all you ever learned in life
was crap. Crap!

Face the facts with open eyes.
Human dignity extremely trimmed.
The worth of man is defined by
the money other people earn with him.

++++ SAME WRONG WAY ++++

Racist scum on the top,
with inhuman politics,
doubtless made to be dropped,
forever one of many bricks.

The burden of tolerance
already reaches the point
of no existing sense
where vermin smiling joins.

We survived,
but did not learn,
and forget so quick
the source of evil.
Right on the edge
we take the chance to get
back to the start
and walk the same wrong way again.

Take a look around!
Your duty is so clear.
You have to come around,
the situation ist weird.

We strike back one more time.
Power structure is spinning.
Crushed is all the crime,
but we can't remember the beginning.

We survived,
but did not learn,
and forget so quick
the source of evil.
Right on the edge
we take the chance to get
back to the start
and walk the same wrong way again.

Racist scum on the top,
with inhuman politics,
doubtless made to be dropped,
forever one of many bricks.

The burden of tolerance
already reaches the point
of no existing sense
where vermin smiling joins.

We survived,
but did not learn,
and forget so quick
the source of evil.
Right on the edge
we take the chance to get
back to the start
and walk the same wrong way again.

++++ YOUR HEAD ON A PLATE ++++

Again the boss is discussing,
ignoring my protest.
His fucking face is disgusting
and proves his uselessness.

One, two,
three, breath deeply...

Lust to kill!
At the end of my tether you play with fire.
Your head on a plate!
You would be scared witless if you could watch into my mind.

Please, man! Shut the fuck up!
Please, man! You would miss your teeth.

I catch him eating bits of snot,
he's walking a fine line.
But he fumes and yells a lot
and assigns me overtime.
Retard!

Please, man! Shut the fuck up!
Please, man! You would miss your teeth.

Therapies to hold it back,
so I don't lose control.
I'd love to make a bill for it
and push it in his fucking face.

In the night I come back
and break into office.
I have a shit on his desk,
this is my justice.

One, two,
three, breath deeply...

Lust to kill!
At the end of my tether you play with fire.
Your head on a plate!
You would be scared witless if you could watch into my mind.

Please, man! Shut the fuck up!
Please, man! You would miss your teeth.

++++ THE RECKONING ++++

Ugly, empty, cold and bleak
lies the room around my weak
body shaking. What is wrong?
I hang from ceiling down headlong.

It all seems to have purpose.
Metallic noise is coming close.
The door unlocks and I can't stem
the giant scorpion.

The spike it rams down my throat.
Am I about to explode?
It's so deep and it's so cruel,
I can't scream and I can't puke.

It is pumping something strange
in my body to arrange
me as a surrogate, as a womb
here in my tomb.

Reckoning they create.
Reckoning is our fate.
Checkmate!

I feel it growing and it hurts.
The little scorpion soon alerts.
It chops its way to freedom now.
My skin is bursting, I live somehow.

I was used, but now it's done.
The scorpion heads to the unknown sun.
Strings are ripping, I fall down,
and smash on the ground.

Reckoning they create.
Reckoning is our fate.
Checkmate!

Ugly, empty, cold and bleak
lies the room around my weak
body shaking. What is wrong?
With broken bones I lay along.

Piles of teeth and piles of skin,
piles of eyeballs and I'm within.
They don't care to kill at least,
they are a mirror of the beast.

Checkmate!
I'm of avail now.