1. Bullet Ride 2. Embody The Invisible 3. Jotun 4. Food For The Gods 5. Moonshield 6. Clayman 7. Swim 8. Behind Space 9. Only For The Weak 10. Gyroscope 11. Scorn 12. Ordinary Story 13. Pinball Map 14. Colony 15. Episode 666
1. Bullet RideDo you feel anything at all?Do you hear steps at the door?Do you reckon the smell of....?It's life-the the dark that binds youFrigthened by your own smellBitternes will run you throughSilent screamingTurning, twisting the alphabetFrantic eyesAwaiting the answerSplinters of a poemFragments of what you used to beHabitual and gullibleRun-down memoirs is all that's leftDo you wish to sleep?Do you aim for the shadow?Do you feel infected?It's life-the the dark that binds youIt's the cowardice that puls you underAnd takes you to the end, where it beginsRelease, the world is waiting on your arrivalClose your eyes, as we witness another bullet rideDo you know about atrocity?Do you that everbody's gone?Do you know that you're on your own?It's life-the the dark that binds you2. Embody The InvisibleI demand nothing, but I want it allwhat privilege do we have under the sun,that gives us the right to the throne?species come and go, but the earth stands forever fastall river runs towards the sea, but the sea is never fullto discover the loneliness and be to proud to show the woundswill forever wander alone through the yearsbut I won't let you nearbegging for you to understandthe fear that lives in my soulwhich is an untouched springread, what is written on the silent mouthwhat is written in the soulfor which is written in the shining silencewe all have to readmy body will be bent from the burdenswhen the shaking floor of life-forcereveal its chasm underneathif only one could be two steps ahead3. JotunI often dream of huge numb buildingsjet-black sinister architecturebeing installed when nobody seesTheir appearance so suddenthat few would take noticeAnd when I wake upI imagine being crushed by oneimagining it's weight it's silenceand the absence of excuses for a havoced lifeand the priviledge of a 22-kilometer tombstoneJotunA body of blackthat carried no reflectiondefying it's own roomun-earthly eggs of decreationThere would be coloniesmushroom-scattered forever out of contextrising spores from a dying worldto pollute to chase away what's leftSun-white pulverised desert stoneand serpentine lizard mouthsPales away the pyramidsrewriting 4500 years of historyraping the statue of libertyoutplays the acropolisinverting the fjordsinvades the N.Y. skyline todream it's own existence in one single final wordJotunCan we identify themas the flint buried in our reptile skullsor the time-bomb coded in our dna4. Food For The GodsShame marries the guiltintroduces itself to theconcept of total lonelinessSensations repressedmake friends withSuicidia andhere the leeches begin tosuck away the lust for lifeThusEscape takes leadinto a world unknown uncontrolled by allwhere border are erased and potential infiniteChosen cells glands and transmittorsblast the body with joyAstral feet runningup to dimension covered with goldstairs of glowing ectoplasmasafir onyx and buzzing vibrationsA dead man banquetfood for the godsThere's only 1 real worldour earth is but a shadowCreated from a child's heart a living jewelfrom now on abode for a soul in its settingNowsutting the bloodlinere-tie the bleeding rootsto a heavenly ship of glassand let it drift in passive arrogancein a one-word dialogue with the stars5. MoonshieldTried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,collecting the tragedies stillHollow ambitions in a hollow mindcarried my cross to the hillAnd how I lust for the dance and the firedeep of the nectarine sunset to drinkspill me the wind and its fireto steal of the colors - I'm the moonshieldShattered hope became my guideand grief and pain my friendsa brother pact in a blood-ink penneddeclare my silent endNaked an dying under worlds of silent stonereaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone6. ClaymanYour self control makes me feel aloneI've tried confidence, had it for breakfast todayI've lost the perfection, a mess without words(And) As the seasons change I'll continue to ignoreThe image I project - me without meThe picture that I scanned is borrowedAfter the education you stopped making sense to meSeems to me that it's all the same, time and time againSlowly, all that I believed in, turning into a lieTo aim and miss, my supernatural artSpending to much time with myselfTrying to explanin who I amHow come it's possibleI wish there was a way(Suddenly) I feel so invinsibleI'm the sculpture made out of clayI need someone to break the silencebefore it all falls apartI need something to cling ontobefore I break you in partsSo afraid of what you may thinkAnd all the plastic people that surrounds meI have to find the path to where it all beginsTo teach the world my supernatural art7. SwimAs we build a brand new planetLets reconstruct and get it straightUnlock forgotten skillsTravel to a new dimensionSouls from the dark seduction(Take heed), we are the new inventionWe're the settlers of year zeroLets reconstruct and take it backLeaders of our timeHeading for a downfallThe threshhold of revolution(Take heed)The last freedom callBlanked out fire etched on the chrystal displayThe sees are deepYou better swimDon't go numbCollect the word, add some gold and give it backThe sees are deepYou better swimDon't go numbFrom a thousand branchesSpreading the new voiceAs we're heading for the throneConnect, evolution will begin8. Behind SpaceCall me by my astral nameBreeding fear through wordless toungeHeavenly thirst - unspeakable painEmptied from all human motionConfront the faceless wrathBeckoning silent from a sphere behind spaceThrough twisted ruins of uncompleted dreamsSights of towers reaching for the moonClawing at the skies - they gonna pull it downIntensity - I feel the lava rushing through my veinsStars are reforming - to enter the fourth dimensionBeyond all galaxiesthrough timeless eaons of frostUnearthly hunger - angels descentWe are entering dimensions behind space ...Beyond all galaxiesthrough timeless eaons of frost9. Only For The WeakI can't tolerate your sadnesscause it's me you're drowningI won't allow any hapinesscause everytime you laugh, I feel so guilty"I blame the needs that you feedcause selfish eyes would not see"Am I forced to have any regret?I've become the lie, beutiful and freeIn my righteous own mindI adore and preach the insanity you gaveSell me the infection, it's only for the weakNo need for sympathy, the misery that is meNo need for sympathy, it's only for the weak)On bleeding knees I accept my fateI've lost the ability to paint the cloudscause it's me you're drainingI'm stuck in this slow-motion dark daycause everytime you run, I fall behind"Far away is a place where I hidethe truth that have to be locked away"And so I hear my voice againThe tale of the bitter man, here I amShake the silence and hear what it saysThe tranquil pride that become the lie10. GyroscopeGeology is digging throughmy braina manta engulfing the worldto throw it up once againto a guild of a lifted daggerNeo-wolf but older againthan the Lupus itselflinked its fur to the gyroscope of timea collection of failuresA diabolical sequences of stabswritten in cunning stonefrom the fossilised of thievesour lives diesI see the nursing all-motherspitting out a trail of termitesin the mouth of her first-born hopebreast ripe with smog-filled rebellionApathy dressed in violencewhite insectoid legscurse her lips and mouthreceptive only to pain11. ScornI parish and nobody will knowas my mouth remains stillmy heart awaits me. filled with gravelas the pain grows with each touchsince I marked her out from my towerreality focused through forbidden lensesshe owns enough of preciousnessa penalty given by the sourcebut I still have no choice throughthe hinderens freightena labyrinth closing at the edge of spacebut they never allowshe's shut... for all beings but oneI give, I scorn, I threat12. Ordinary Storyegoism dictates human relationsa world where fashion outshines moralityhere success is written in blood-red coloursdesigned by the thirst for powergather the faithful and propose a toastto the epoch of indifferencean all to ordinary storywith aftertaste so bitterforced to be someone I don't want to beI'm losing myself. sinking deeper downI'm caught in the world wound weba time represented by the voidan excuse without contentstuck in the abyss of existencewith a content void of excusean all to ordinary storythis is my storywith an aftertaste so bittersinking deeper downI'm caught - I'm cageI'm gone13. Pinball MapAs I aim for that bright white dayConflict serum is my auraIt seems that life's so fragileI guess I'll fly some other timeI lack from superhighway thoughtsWon't live as long as the city lightsSoaked by underwater timesElectric splash on a midnight driveWish I could rape the day,just something radicalLost the sense of sweet thingsWho's gonna take me widely?Guided by the pinball mapThe driver, still unknown to meWho was sent to glorify?Before we injected this common prideSometimes I don't belongRelease me from your worldPacified by the small things in lifeI wait for earthquakes to rearrangeNever been able to use the forceI only have it read to meDespite all the misguided faith(Maybe) I'll find a place in this messEarly morning momentsA glimpse of joyBut soon it's over and I return to dustAs I try to beEverything and everyoneI waste away14. Colonyin your world, the day is no threatin my world, there is an absence of light"genetic superior cell" controlledby the fathomless and unbearablea radical new Form of plastic and ragebiologically optimizedbut with a strangling pulsein your world, you find me worthyin my world, I "parashoot" my lifea virtual drugstore populatedby the fathomless and unbearablemachine, meat and bloodin an intimate relationshipthe new - superior -more effective than all the precedingwhen we can no longercry and reality is tornthen it's easy to forgetthat the responsibility lies on us allin your world, the night is no threatin my world, the darknesstransforms to a vision of hellpopulated by fathomless and unbearable15. Episode 666Welcome here, the squirrel-wheel beginsfasten the left hand beltsRemember not to think too muchand your trip will be numbingly pleasantNon-caring is the easiest waybut to secure a passage to the 2nd planeyou have to complete level oneTheir dead-smile lips turn on their TVwhile urban gravestones scrape the skiesRising over marionette cities and marionette skiesThis is episode 666destination chaosEach and all an actor blind
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