egoism dictates human relations a world where fashion outshines morality here success is written in blood-red colours designed by the thirst for power
gather the faithful and propose a toast to the epoch of indifference
an all to ordinary story with aftertaste so bitter forced to be someone I don't want to be I'm losing myself. sinking deeper down I'm caught in the world wound web
a time represented by the void an excuse without content stuck in the abyss of existence with a content void of excuse
an all to ordinary story this is my story with an aftertaste so bitter
sinking deeper down I'm caught - I'm cage I'm gone
truth serves them embrace and defend her case part flattery, part threats "for those who cling to this dominion will partake in its fall"
with his silence, he passes the judgement over them "with your feverish signs of force you'll make them and yourself to believe that he still retains his full power"
as a platform for divine foundations, you want to make them suck
shallowness and beauty was all that concerned her body but the soul, her divine guest were thrust to the bottom
surrendered to the sect that has risen from its womb "for those who cling to this dominion will partake in its fall"
I'll take you on a ride as a part-owner to my pain our ideals they collide coerced coexistence
I fought the world today - postpone my birth again we stumble on and one - but bound to die alone
pine - I'm selling my soul today pine - I need some sympathy
this infiltrates my brain "in the sunshine the sun is mine" pitiless wanderer close your eyes and bow your head grotesque thoughts in a line threw my wings ?to the blazing sun smile stretched on old trees eternal Brining jester masque
don't hurt a fly they all sing we're just ants in a great big play commercialize-infect-annihilate-progress visualize-inhale-pretend-betray
a sad song it was, through renewal it brought and a month seems sometimes shorter than a half nights longing
hidden and hard are the reasons for war polar twist, invert and flea
I can't dissolve this feeling of mine but patience will unlock the door and the maps of reasons re-written for me when the wait is over and the punishment is due each day I crawl to the hall of the giants
and I beg for mercy - and I beg for mercy in vein one night is a mare - two is worse How can I manage three
Call me by my astral name Breeding fear through wordless tongue Heavenly thirst - unspeakable pain Emptied from all human motion Confront the faceless wrath
Beckoning silent from a sphere behind space Through twisted ruins of uncompleted dreams Sights of towers reaching for the moon Clawing at the skies - they gonna pull it down
Intensity - I feel the lava rushing through my veins Stars are reforming - to enter the fourth dimension
Beyond all galaxies Through timeless aeons of frost Unearthly hunger - angels descent
should I defend you for who you are? the laws are changed and useless!
on their way to a deserted town where empty windows wave goodbye a helpless excuse, a falling reality I'm changed by the shock and the weight of the punch a helpless excuse, a falling reality
ragments of a futile being a puzzle to the noble ones ignorant and pitiless they stride
the world around me - spartanic, minimalistic a helpless excuse, a falling reality the large scale plan that once where you've now drained from life a helpless excuse, a falling reality
wo knows the proper reasons why it all begins and ends? ignorant and pitiless they stride
"you are but a form", the clean, harsh silence passes "genuine" visions by the noble ones for the noble ones
the great word of blessendness and a feeling of ease a cup of the well of freedom and life we joyfully drink inside, all was new, but outwards nothing had changed
an escapade, then to the altar to evaluate all parts of the great mystery but all remains on the same spot, no signs of a new season
in my hand is a new word, but the word is still without a body a hidden life-stream that swells in the deep will soon give the word a 2nd face
I often dream of huge numb buildings jet-black sinister architecture being installed when nobody sees Their appearance so sudden that few would take notice
And when I wake up I imagine being crushed by one imaginating it's weight it's silence and the absence of excuses for a havoced life and the priviledge of a 22-kilometers tombstone
Jotun
A body of black that carried no reflection defying it's own room un-earthly egg of decreation
There would be colonies mushroom-scattered forever out of content rising spores from a dying world to pollute and chase away what's left
Sun-white pulverised desert stone and serpentine lizard mouths Pales away the pyramids rewriting 4500 years of history raping the statue of liberty outplays the acropolis inverting the fjords invades the ... skyline to dream its own existence in one single final word
Jotun
Can we identify them as the flint buried in our reptile skulls or the time-bomb coded in our dna
Shame marries the guilt introduces itself to the concept of total loneliness Sensations repressed make friends with Suicidia and here the leeches begin to suck away the lust for life
Thus Escape takes lead into a world unknown uncontrolled by all where border are erased and potential infinite Chosen cells glands and transmittors blast the body with joy Astral feet running up to dimension covered with gold stairs of glowing ectoplasma safir onyx and buzzing vibrations A dead man banquet food for the gods
There's only 1 real world our earth is but a shadow Created from a child's heart a living jewel from now on abode for a soul in its setting
Now sutting the bloodline re-tie the bleeding roots to a heavenly ship of glass and let it drift in passive arrogance in a one-word dialogue with the stars
April night-tyme And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses to disarms the stars within us
Hornet Hive-dark Severed wings in vainless beating buzz out from inferno of fangs to disarms the stars within us
We should have been so much more by now Too dead inside to even know the guilt
Waning Ring-deep a halo of thorns Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silver to disarm the star within us
Raindrop hits the leaf changing it's position slightly on the street next to polls of monotonous waters He walks Slipping feet from steps at random He falls
In the space of between his body and the ground comets cast off their names stellar neurones misfire
Witnesses inhale the seed and spit out a million branches
Buds abloom in all directions frin which events occur relations and virused meetings catch fire and explode In the margin of butterfly wings entire cycles of evolution outplayed and faded sparked away and leaned back into vacuum-filled nirvana
Between the two of my eyes feverish fractal scar Dance like were they on drugs peyote labyrinth re-mapped exits A hasty blink and a million life-to-comes will never be the same as they never were
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe
With the first movement in organic scap came a bouquet of alternative answers all different multiplied and re-divided
Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite written between the legs on the Meganeura suburban city maps and dormant dictator semen marked their way through time
