LYRICS

You Follow
Making attempts, have we stretched far for the ladder.
Seize vitality and wish for inspiration.
Barricades and psycho traps are self rewarding.
What’s been done here, we’re not receiving.

No options for us. Who dares to care anymore?
Instructed lessons are enforced here day by day.
Aim too high and miss the target.
He’s looking for a pat on the back.

Not meant to lead. You’re meant to follow.
Don’t ask questions. You’re made to worship.
Not meant to speak. You’re meant to listen.
You’ll never lead us. You will follow.

Could one sustain to fight this war.
Falling walls. It’s quite amusing.
Still looking for that scapegoat out of here.
These laughing faces won’t carry you out of here.

The Other Side
I’ve had it in for you for so very long.
Your moves remind me of the fate you drag behind.
Plastic thoughts to untangle. What a perfect crime.
I’m sorry to see you go, to a destination of destruction.
The will to go uncalled for. Say what you mean if you mean it. But never hush me.
Take what you want if you need it. But step beyond the possessions
when your small belongings are all you’re living for, you’re quite defenseless.
Just remember to close the coffin door on your party.

But I’m laughing, you’re on the Otherside.
I’m laughing, you won’t cross over.
Will there be a day, when the sky comes crashing down?
Splitting further, the Otherside. Now it’s time for me.

I’ve had it in for you for so very long.
Have you ever wondered?
I’m not so shallow now, I’ve traveled further.
The insipid one comes downward. Down in broken splinters.
Crooked gestures made for silencing all my tender bruises.
I’m not so shallow now. I’m not so shallow anymore.

But I’m laughing, I’m on the Otherside.
I’m laughing, you can’t cross over.
Will there be a day, when the sky comes crashing down?
Splitting further, the Otherside. The Otherside of me.

Stealing From the Crow
Skin and bones show her strength to me.
Feathers ruffled by the cold.
The only hope she has is nesting.
Giving birth to vengeful children. They’re stealing from the crow.

To take away a mothers destiny,
Makes her weak and less aware.
Dreams will not make summer come back again.
The harvest season is upon her.
We’re stealing from the crow.

Like the rest I’m stealing from the crow.
Like the best there isn’t very much to know.
Just a mockery of her own failing falsity.
Laying down in her endless rest of misery.
She’s lying all alone. She’s dying all alone.

The clock has stopped, the time is up, there’s no need to wait it’s already over. The void has been filled with the frenzy of maggots, tasting what’s left of her for the sake of nostalgia.
The pack builds a box to nestle her tired bones and then looks away as she forces a tear from her crow featured eyes.
All alone.

I’m stealing from the Crow
I’m stealing from the Crow
I’m stealing from the Crow
I’m stealing from the Crow

Hereafter
This birth, the conception of love.
Existence, no fathom of time.
See death as a figure of aging.
Forgotten, by a frivolous world.

This alcove, drains me in fury.
This night tide compels me to the ground.
I’ve waited, for the Charon to take me,
from this malediction that burrows in my stomach.

What vision can I see from the dying?
This prison cell has rights to all of my feelings.
A passage, darker than midnight.
I’m trying hard to fight this place Hereafter.

I’ll curse all my warnings, defy River Styx.
Elude all my feelings and never return.
I’ve entered this circle and cut through Hereafter.
I dare not return for the fear of remaining Hereafter.

This birth, gives way to the heavens.
Existence, has no meaning at all.
Behold death.
It’s the end of the living.
And I’m forgotten by an ungracious world.

What vision can I see from the dying?
This prison cell has rights to all of my feelings.
A passage, darker than midnight.
I’m trying hard to fight this place Hereafter.

I’ll curse all my warnings, defy River Styx.
Elude all my feelings and never return.
I’ve entered this circle and cut through Hereafter.
I dare not return for the fear of remaining Hereafter.

Amazing Murder Machine
This confession takes place in front of a tragedy.
Spontaneous combustion, eliminates all the evidence.
Evil as the Incubus to spawn these ideas.
The clone of society is the structure of this aggression.

Coughing up pesticides, alluring are the penalties.
Arranged in a pine box, the flirtatious gift of the Requiem.
Impregnating soil, truth can truly have disadvantages.
Am I inconsiderate to think such things in this manner?

It’s the Amazing Murder – Machine
It’s the Amazing Murder – Machine

Less absorbing, strain the knowledge of this warrant.
Gather around now, this party’s just getting started.
Infatuation spewing sewage.
Things advance like an atom bomb.
Oh Saint Christopher, save a shoulder for your passengers.

It’s the Amazing Murder – Machine
It’s the Amazing Murder – Machine

Rest assure, you’ll get yours.
Skulls and bones are my hobby.
They say I’m more repulsive, foul, Hideous and deformed.
Waste not, want not.
The weak will only get weaker.
And weaker.
Here to cleanse and purify, the black hood of death waits for a funeral.
It’s….. subliminal.

Even armies fall victim to my doomsday. The generals plans will end in vain.
Do you think you’ll still be smiling for my Amazing Murder Machine?

Touring Hell with the Devil.
My name is Suicide Hide.
Mr. Jack Daniels accompanies me.
I’ve cried on his shoulder.
He’s much older.
There’s talk of Anarchy.
The system’s coming down.
And Around.
Twitch my head and cast a spell when it’s your turn for the shredder.
It doesn’t get better.

Even armies fall victim to my doomsday. The generals plans will end in vain.
Do you think you’ll still be smiling for my Amazing Murder, mistreating, disorder, Amazing Murder Machine?

Kissing Your Poison
Keep dreaming of this as seconds pass.
I see your moments fleeting.
Time withers into dust.
Seconds lost in time.
I hate your world!
Acid rain falls from the sky.
An ocean bleeds in disgust, as nature pulls my body apart!
For every breath you take my throat and slice it wide with your poison.
I can’t believe this.
What have you done?
Keep dreaming of this, the time is lost.
A dark world only gets darker.

I’m kissing your poison licking lips that bite the dust.
Spreading your waste to taste the pride of all the damage you have done.

Open your arms and set me free!
Do I deserve this now, to be your victim.
Kissing your lips that bite the dust.
Waving good-bye.
I’m sadly taking your poison.
As clouds appear above my head, all pray only death prevails.

I’m kissing your poison and I hope you’ll be obliged.
I’m setting your course as you swallow me alive.
I’m kissing your poison and I know that things could change.
I’m clinging to life and thinking, “God help me, ‘cause only time will tell.”

Keep dreaming of this, I reach for something,
Or hope that someone reaches for me.
Can’t you set me free!?
Will you refuse to open your eyes.
Won’t you look around me now?
Can’t you see?
Let the Devil hold our hands, if we persist to dig to hell, breathing fire and brimstone!

Keep dreaming of this, awake in sweat.
Tuck in your compassion.
Taking flowers to a cold grave.
That’s where we’ll be.

November
The Autumn horizon wakes me from my sleep.
I feel your cold hand touch me and I weep.
An Indian Summer, the wind gave breath to the leaves.
The fall of a season. Look back from where it came.

The fangs of a bitter frost bite tear me limb from limb.
It makes me see all sides and returns to haunt my days.
Icy fingers hold me outstretched to an ice plagued world.
I hear old Jack Frost painting on the edge of my window sill.
And he says to me without a doubt, “Do you believe me?”
And the wind whispers low, “November’s leaving.”

We seek sheltered havens. A fire sings lullabies.
The storm blows icy water on a frozen desert sea.
Icicle daggers get thrust deep into my heart.
The Autumn is crucified to tear this year apart.

I reach for warmth. Please hold me closer.
See my breath in the wind as your love chills me to the bone.
Frozen anguish, I stand alone,
As we seek for refuge from the cold.
Winter’s dagger in my heart.
The Autumn is crucified to tear us all apart.

November, I hear you’re leaving.
November, I hear you’re leaving me again.
November, Will you come back to me again?

This Dead Season
This dead season, a plagued toward conformity
Withdraw incentive like a vampire
I’ve known happiness, I’ve known pain
And these tears remain my punishment

I can’t follow through the rain
Wishing for something to lead me back again
Take these bliss times from my pain
And never mind what I say
And never mind what I say
And never mind what I say

This dead season, controlled my misery
The endless passing of your memory
We shared a moment that I captured in my locket
And now I’m staring at an empty ring

I can’t follow through the rain
I lost my passions with my paradise
I can’t control what like I drain
But never mind what I say
Never mind what I say
Never mind what I say
Never mind what I say

Talk is Cheap
Fire eyed and jealous from reason.
All this change falls under the sun.
Too much game and not enough freedom.
You’ve been invited but will you come?

I see a yearning in your eyes.
It seems to strike me with your lies.
It’s not a complicated story line.
My accusation to this fashion blind.
Talk is cheap to me.

Pleasure twins were the beast of burden.
But a cheat to lure me in sight.
Head down, loaded with Novocain.
I’m blacking out from the charade of light.

Is this seduction really wise.
It’s just a temperamental rise of lies.
It’s not a treasure that we find.
It’s just the answer to our walking blind. Talk is cheap to me.

You don’t seem so fine, to walk this line.
A word from the wise. Please stop these lies.
All the time you give me lies, it seems unkind to close your eyes.
Behind this door I find my own, but not a room to hide from lies and lies and lies

Too many words and not enough meaning.
A bleak crowd with dreams astray.
Spending nights in the hopes of meeting,
Another token to bring your way.

Faith and promise seem to die.
It’s just a fracture to these lies.
I’m not a pretty sight to see.
Provoked, I’ll stand my ground and listen when talk is cheap to me.

Your talk is cheap to me. You feed me lies.
Your talk is cheap to me. All the time.
Your talk is cheap to me. You feed me lies.

Logic
What is the answer for intoxicated junkies?
Decisions made to end this melt down.
There are nightmares disguised as fairy tales.
Gapping down projecting savage stares.
Acid images, of bountiful disillusions.
For me, there’ll be no more proposals.

Don’t trust injections, full of ammonia that wakes you, like venom through a bloodline.
Aimlessly, so intense without warning, does lightning strike the rods within my brain.
It’s sacrificial, and some things are better left unsaid to all.
A wink to reassure me of your certainty that I’m stable…… It’s Logic.

Like clockwork.
It’s logic.
Like the moon rises from the darkness.
Like clockwork.
It’s logic.
Are there words to describe it?
No. It’s Logic.

Robbing downers so nothing stays in range.
Guilt will send me the thought that I’ve gone insane.
The days are shorter and the nights lonely as hell.
A warning from overdose, I’ve taken all that I can.
Endless stories bring a lifetime full of lies. Countless flashbacks to a time when I ate flies.
The lights are flashing, a padded room becomes my home.
Can’t you realize that I’m in this all alone……. It’s Logic…

God And I
Silken lips make fantasies reality for some.
This act remains upon us and the vulture lies in disguise

Shiny skin glistens from submission, breaking your will.
To hold you firm in confinement, a leash keeps you tame.
Appearance was the key role, my satisfaction’s declined.
Falling backward, submitting only lonely facts.
Your weakness, you’re speechless.
Your weakness is mine.

Tired theories, contest what is beginning.
The struggle between God and I.
Silken lips creating simple fantasies, become reality for some.

Disobeying, the tiff belongs to heresy.
I’m lead into sin.
This force lacks solid eternity, the thought of pleasure’s too thin.
A pale face, a black veil to cover it.
Dimensions forced to be drowned.
Measures taken by forsaken crucifixation.
Self control is torn, it’s melting away.

So we return

Tired theories, contest what is beginning.
The struggle between God and I.
Silken lips creating simple fantasies, become reality for some.

Silken lips are reality, reality for some.
Submit to me.
Commit to me your love.
Broken hearts are reality, reality for some.
Is this your love?

Submit to me.
Commit to me your love.
Commit to me.
Submit to me your love.
Serve today, this pain is your love.
Is this your love?

Impious
E’ Nomine Padre, Figli, Spiritu Sancti, Amen
In Nomine Patris, Et” Filii, Et’ Spiritus Sancti, Amen
Agnus Dei, Qui Tollis Pecata Mundi, Dona Nobis Pachem, Amen

Searching through your pockets for your saviour
Kneeling to deception and liars
Opening safes with their tongues
Leaving a trail of misbelief

Do you pray for bliss nirvana?
Or do you pray for rage and victims?
Preach aloud and toss your sermon
Close your eyes to the beggar’s hands!

Praise the manufactured glory,
And curse the sinners of tomorrow
Your meaning of pray – for money
Your meaning of pray – for power

Searching through your pockets for your salvation
Hoping not to bear your self-conscious
Taking souls on your way up and down and out!
Delivering prayers so hollow

Do you pray for bliss nirvana?
Or do you pray for lustful desires?
Preach aloud your confused aberration
Steal away from the beggar’s hands

Sin! Sin! Deranged evangelist! Lie! Lie! In the name of God!
Sin! Sin! Deranged evangelist! Lie! Lie! In the name of God!

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit
I’ll see you in, for all you’ve done!

Pray to me. Sinners, of damnation. You’re all Damned!

….Amen……

Mr. Barnum
Say it’s easy to forget your apologies.
Make your conscience relinquish its guilt.
This is not Sunday mass or a holiday.
Look me in the eyes and you’ll see.

Mr. Barnum clutching his cane.
Mr. Barnum breaks you in his game.

Never cross examined or ever occupied.
Making cracks in the mirror as he smiles.
He always listens for suicide and destruction.
He greets your stigma with aggression vicious and cannibalistic.

Mr. Barnum clutches his cane.
Mr. Barnum breaks you in his game.
Mr. Barnum calls to you.

Thou Shalt Be Done
Breathe in deep and wander in your senses.
Inhale the fragrace of dried withering flowers.
Banish your morals and hide away your religions. The stage is set for dying actors.
If silence comes will it be done? The silence comes it’s just begun.

Learn to live with the loss of bleeding allies, however deep it seems to hurt you.
I’ve given my body it’s been trampled like a whore. Torn apart are my devotions.
If silence comes will it be done?
When silence comes thou shalt be done.

Chased through bones of fallen heros.
Breathe in deep and taste your vengeance.
I’ve seen the masses. They’ve kicked in faces. Insanity leaves a trail of hopeless bloody dreams.

Screams for gentle freedom, pleads for mercy.
I’ve begged forgiveness for such unspeakable actions.
Shackles hold for you fancy torture.
All I’ve seen has made me sick when you take me down and you fuck my world.

Bathed in blood. Drown in it’s colors.
Hazy reflections of faces on my blade.
Close affection has lost its meaning.
Turmoil and rage burn a hole into my skull.
It’s just begun! The silence comes. It’s just begun.

My body turns. It faces corners.
Grim distortions will batter me, they batter me.
This place loves embracing sorrow.
It takes me by the chest and rips my fucking soul apart.

Disturbing figures stalk our footsteps. They make us hate with the grin of Mr. Barnum.
Human instincts turn to rival.
Like the praying mantis kills her mate, bow
your head and leave this place.

Dancing dead, I sing rejoicement Entrancing, Romancing. Cracking the bones.
Walk with me on your judgement.
Rejoice, rejoice. Rejoice your fucking death to me!

It’s just begun. The silence comes. It’s just begun.

If silence comes will it be done?
The silence comes, it’s just begun.
If the silence comes will it be done?
When the silence comes thou shalt be done, On Earth, On Earth.

It’s just begun. On Earth!