CogitoErgoSum Genre(s) Metalcore-Death Melo Origin Marrakesh (Morocco) Line-Up Führer Schrei - Vocals The Warchitect- Guitar Ayoub - Guitar Moadthropy - BassGuitar Mrwane Adler- Drums Lyrical theme(s) Hypocrisy,Xenophobia, Personal thoughts, Honour, Abstract Concepts. Label Status By themselves Additional notes First formed under the name Lycanthropy.
Deep in the conservative and traditionalist kingdom of the Orient, an alliance was formed that would secure the rising of a new empire of sound, a new empire of thought, as the band's name suggest “Cogito Ergo Sum”. Conquest of riffs and heavy blasts taken place, experiments in mental inclusion were introduced, the band continues to bite off more than they can chew ... The Moroccan foursome have all the popular constituents that are all the rage among the throngs of world's citizens from the glorious Morocco (blasts, sweaps, breakdowns). The Marrakesh-based Metalcore..Deathcore outfit is composed of Führer Schrei (vocals), The_WarchitecT (guitar), Moadthropy (bass), and Marouane (drums) and formed as 2008 dawns.
Fixed on appearances axle, Doomed in palpable castle, Running behind currency at the capitalist whistle, Utilitarism degree that man can't handle, Private property increased to become more abysmal, Communism's too weak a defeatist label,
Communism's too weak a defeatist label, Buried as it must has been from its cradle, The wind blow was stronger than the bit of candle Brinhing dirier bounds, lightening is Anarchy's sparkle
Morality erased, New-faschism raised, Deviation is praised Exploiting adolescent rebellious energy, that stand ablaze And nihilism is another trigger squeeze,
May be we've gone too far being open, May be we're not aware of the way we have choosen, May be we don't choose so our self-guidance is broken Time to take step back and ride on what happens
All right, I've got my own convictions, My will is of steel, & I will never bend, I've choosen my way the one I'll always stand Don't try try to change me, 'cause you'll only lose me, x 2
Don't try ('cause you'll only become my enemy)
With your eyes gazing at my direction, Such an antisocial being, wrapped up in yourself, Thinking you're the immense monster while you are the elf, Even when you open your mouth your arguments are off-the-shelf Even with human shape, you're still slave (to your subliminal self),
I feel your fake pride which makes me look odd, You're trying to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image you have of your bod idiosyncrasy is egoism's abode, Self exploration had gone by the board, Ached we cry aloud, like eagle to his deliverance to the winds...
Transfigured by idiocy, surrounded by cliché's crowd Afflicted one's intimacy, no respect for privacy, from without as from within driven into lunacy, how weird to think logic passed outta existence in such a secrecy?
You've gotta learn how to respect others' reason, If you're not at the same position, if you haven't been the same life evolution, how could you find the same problem's solution? how could you make the same decision?