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Why This Book?

The world is going insane — and the crowd applauds.

Wars. Genocides. Corrupt puppets in power. A hunger for control that devours everything.

History isn’t a lesson anymore. It’s raw material.

They rewrite it, polish it, package it — and feed it to the blind.

People aren’t just victims.

They’re turned into instruments. Into fuel. Into cogs.

The system isn’t broken — it works exactly as designed.

For the top. Against everyone else.

This isn’t just a book of lyrics.

It’s an autopsy.

Of power, illusion, manipulation, silence.

War is sold as justice. Control rebranded as freedom. Lies recycled until they feel safe.

This is not a protest.

It’s a diagnosis.

Cold. Exact. No anesthesia.

What is this book really about?

About how individuality gets dismantled.

How consumerism becomes a leash.

How fear, noise, slogans and screens are used to keep millions in quiet compliance.

And how awakening — if it comes at all — never feels heroic.

It’s exhausting. It’s lonely. And it hurts.

How is this book built?

Each song is a step.

Fall. Fog. Lie. Control.

And — if you dare — clarity.

First comes truth. Stripped bare.

The world isn’t “on the edge.” It’s already rotting.

You can wave flags, sing hymns, tell yourself it’s for something noble.

But deep down, you know:

This isn’t about peace.

It’s about power.

About the same cycle — over and over — where one group kills, and another counts the profit.

Then comes manipulation.

You’re not free. You’re a product.

They feed you fear. Distractions. Shiny promises.

No need for chains if they can make you stay willingly.

And if you question it?

They’ll isolate you.

Make you feel like you’re the problem.

Then comes awareness.

Not a lightbulb. A grind.

No one’s coming. No one’s saving you.

You either stay in the machine — or you break against it.

And breaking costs.

Doubt. Exhaustion. Disillusionment.

Choosing to see — and refusing to look away.

And finally — the simplest truth.

After all the rage, collapse, and clarity… what’s left?

Not ideology. Not revolution.

Just a moment. Morning coffee.

A beam of light.

The people who matter.

The breath that reminds you you’re still human.

Because resistance isn’t always a fight.

Sometimes it’s just refusing to let the world steal your mind.

Your time.

Your life.

This is the path — from blindness to clarity, from obedience to choice.

And now you’ve seen it.

So the question is simple:

How do you want to live?

Author’s Note on Translation

Some of these songs were born in Russian and partly in Armenian — in the rhythm of my native thoughts, in the sound of lived experience.

When translating them into English, I chose to preserve the original metaphors, even if they may seem harsh or unusual.

They are not poetic flourishes — they carry memory, history, and culture. Family. Nations. Regions.

To smooth them out would be to silence them. And I won’t do that.

Just Peace

Author: Aleksandr Reinhardt

Written in 2023. First published in 2025.

© 2025

Verse 1:

The wind carries ashes, whispers of pain,

Shadows of sorrow on a war-torn plain.

Voices have faded, only silence remains,

In the eyes of soldiers, despair tightly chains.

Chorus:

We dream of skies unscarred by strife,

A world where tears don’t define our life.

A light to guide through the darkest night,

Restore our hope, our faith, our core,

We seek peace, not an endless war.

Verse 2:

A mother waits with a heart full of prayer,

The emptiness whispers he’s no longer there.

A child’s drawing, once bright with cheer,

Now a question unanswered, swallowed by fear.

Chorus:

We dream of skies unscarred by strife,

A world where tears don’t define our life.

A light to guide through the darkest night,

Restore our hope, our faith, our core,

We seek peace, not an endless war.

Bridge:

How many hearts must the darkness claim?

How many lives will dissolve in flame?

Yet the Earth still turns with a mournful cry,

It longs for peace, as a newborn longs to try

Its first breath under an unbroken sky.

Chorus (Final):

We dream of skies unscarred by strife,

A world where tears don’t define our life.

A light to guide through the darkest night,

Restore our hope, our faith, our core,

We seek peace, not an endless war.

Outro:

We long for peace… a pure embrace…

Just peace… for every place.

Stop the Soulless Monsters

Dedicated to the Victims of Genocide

Author: Aleksandr Reinhardt

Written in 2015. First published in 2025.

(c) 2025

Verse 1:

Another tongue, another faith —

Is that enough to justify hate?

To spill the blood of the innocent ones,

Who pray to a god, speak in a voice not your own?

The green meadows run red with despair,

Where cruelty reigns, devouring the air.

Spineless monsters, worse than beasts,

Feeding on darkness, their shameful feast.

Chorus 1:

Dead souls, hollow eyes,

Feasting slowly on children’s cries.

Not born of a mother’s loving grace,

You crawled from hell, a vile embrace.

Sadists, monsters — fade to black!

Leave the children, don’t come back.

Verse 2:

Humans are not beasts, not meant for chains;

We’re born to love, to feel beauty’s reign.

From north to south, from east to west,

Let all live free, let them rest.

Take your genocidal dreams and burn,

Stop spilling blood for a lie in return.

Those who rule with pain and despair

Have empty hearts, consumed by the air.

Chorus 2:

Dead souls, hollow eyes,

Feasting slowly on women’s cries.

Not born of a mother’s loving grace,

You crawled from hell, a vile embrace.

Sadists, monsters — fade to black!

Leave the women, don’t come back.

Verse 3:

The elders built the path we walk,

Their wisdom’s light guides through the dark.

Their hands shaped the world, their love was true,

Now torn apart by the likes of you.

Their dreams erased, their voices stilled,

Their sacred peace cruelly killed.

How can you forget the lives they gave?

Are you even human, or just hatred’s slave?

Chorus 3:

Dead souls, hollow eyes,

Feasting slowly on the elders’ cries.

Not born of a mother’s loving grace,

You crawled from hell, a vile embrace.

Sadists, monsters — fade to black!

Leave the elders, don’t come back.

Bridge:

From the ash of your hatred, the world will rise,

Cleansed of the monsters and their cruel disguise.

A spark of humanity can break the chains,

But your darkness will burn in eternal flames.

Before you kill, stop and reflect—

Were you born of love, or a hellish defect?

Would you not mourn if it were your own?

Or does your heart beat cold, as if carved from stone?

Final Chorus:

Dead souls, hollow eyes,

Feasting slowly on the world’s demise.

Not born of a mother’s loving grace,

You crawled from hell, a vile embrace.

Sadists, monsters — your reign is done!

Leave this earth, and face the sun.

Outro:

I believe the world will cleanse your stain,

And joy will rise from the ash of pain.

Before you destroy, remember this:

Life came before, and will persist.

If your heart is hollow, then burn in your pride,

For love will live, though your hate has died.

Be cursed forever in time’s long thread,

For the lives you’ve taken, the tears you’ve bled.

Messengers of Hell

Author: Aleksandr Reinhardt

Written in 2020. First published in 2025.

(c) 2025

Verse 1:

Carried by the stench of cursed decay,

From lands where shadows devour the light.

You come as hordes of chaos and fear,

Messengers of hell’s eternal night.

Your path is carved with sorrow and pain,

Murderers of the pure, faceless and vile.

In your eyes lie hatred, cold and dark,

Your souls are empty, rotting, defiled.

Chorus:

Who created you? Who poured this poison in?

Was it a god, weary and broken inside?

Or are you the spawn of shadows and sin,

Born in hatred, in darkness baptized?

You rip and destroy, leaving blood in your wake,

A tide of contempt for what you can’t understand.

Not to create, but only to take,

Your path is the scream of a dying land.

Verse 2:

Deceitful beasts, children of hell,

You dwell in filth, in lies and despair.

You know no truth, no beauty, no light,

Your thoughts are a plague fouling the air.

You burn the fields where flowers once grew,

Everything bright turns to ashes and dust.

To you, beauty’s a crime, something to undo,

You’ve built nothing, but stolen what’s just.

Bridge:

Slaves to ambition, rotten and blind,

Bound to the lies of your cowardly kings.

You came from the darkness, to darkness you’ll fall,

Burn in the fire where suffering sings.

Outro:

But life will grind you into the earth,

It will scatter your shadows to winds of change.

Flowers will rise from the ashes of war,

And the world will awaken, renewed, unchained.

No more monsters, no more screams,

Just a dawn of light, of hope and dreams.

For those who fell, their memory remains,

Their sacrifice blooms where peace sustains.

The Fall of All Colossus

Author: Aleksandr Reinhardt

Written in 2015. First published in 2025.

(c) 2025

Verse 1:

Anthems roar, rockets soar, armies march with death fires,

But the proud walls crumble, losing their lies.

Clay feet crack beneath the weight of hollow reign,

Their soulless mass crushes all — the innocent slain.

Blood stains the hands that build on prideful might,

But every strike returns, justice claims its right.

Enemies cheer, the crowd’s wild refrain,

Yet none can console those buried in pain.

Chorus:

Don’t build colossus, don’t forge empires!

The vanity of fools breeds raging fires.

Ambitions of the broken bring wars and despair,

Devouring the innocent, leaving hearts bare.

It’s vile! It’s pain! It’s hell!

Verse 2:

Their minds are twisted, hearts hollow as stone,

Yet the lust for greatness drives them alone.

They march their armies to graves they make,

Turning dreams to ashes, leaving hope in their wake.

Empires empower the cruel and afraid,

Cowards in darkness with violence displayed.

They strike the unarmed, the weak and the small,

Feeding their strength on fear as they fall.

Chorus:

Don’t build colossus, don’t forge empires!

The vanity of fools breeds raging fires.

Ambitions of the broken bring wars and despair,

Devouring the innocent, leaving hearts bare.