FREEDOM
Freedom, can you really truly tell me what it is?
Can you really tell me, with your head bowed down?
Freedom, did you say you had it in your brain from birth?
Can you tell me quickly right before you go kneel down
on school ground for a little kind, little kind change of insight
They will change your little mind
And they really do it all your life
Can you really take it all your life?
Freedom, can you really truly tell me what it is?
Can you tell me that instead of to kneel down
Freedom, do pray it wasn’t in your brain from birth
Can you even hint me right before you shoot me down
on the ground for a little kind, little kind change of insight
There’s no hope for a little mind
And they really do it all your life
Can you really take it all your life?
“You’re an insignificant little being. You better suck it up and get back in the row”
And they really do it all your life
Can you really take it all your life?
BREAK ME
Come inside my head, it’s a mess;
but there’s room for a one more trauma
Don’t fret about confusing me;
I see a therapist once a week and I meditate
Come inside this nut in distress;
do your thing, make my life a drama
Don’t fret about abusing me
I’m on a psychic medication and the sleeping pills
Go ahead, you may break me
Go ahead, I know you want to
Go ahead, you may break me
‘45
Maybe I don’t want to stop lying to myself
Maybe I am happy in this high
Maybe they were dying, and will all die in vain
And my petty problems superpose this
High in the sky, two red dots running across the horizon
Eyes, eyes in the sky, angel eyes on their way to make a mushroom cloud
Maybe I’m too busy entertaining me
Maybe I don’t care of people burning
High in the sky, two red dots running across the horizon
Eyes, eyes in the sky, angel eyes on their way to make a mushroom cloud
THE RING
Girl, you have seen too many flicks and read to many paperbacks
Those things are made out of dreams that can never come true
If I wear this ring, I ain’t gonna change
I could wear this thing but my heart could change
Love is not magic, ain’t a spell to make it come and stay, babe
You can’t be bound, bulted down, that can not be done, no
If I wear this thing, will I stop to lie? Never
I could wear this thing, still you’re gonna cry
I don’t want to romanticize, you mean too much to me to be unreal
I won’t vow, I would stop to prove that you mean too much to me to be a deal
There is a difference what you dream and what you really do, babe
Using your head for your heart might be all that you need
“Will you take this man…” with his faults and blames
“Will you take…” dull days, confusion, pain
I don’t want to romanticize, you mean too much to me to be unreal
I won’t vow, I would stop to prove that you mean too much to me to be a deal
A foolish love is never lasting. Will foolish love ever die?
“Will you take this man…” with his faults and blames
“Will you take…” dull days, confusion, pain
I don’t want to romanticize, you mean too much to me to be unreal
I won’t vow, I would stop to prove that you mean too much to me to be a deal
LAST DEPART
I’ve been standing on this peer
Let the trains come and go
I’ve walking in circles from year to year
Let my fears keep me still
I’ve been watching how they smile
Hand in hand they step on the cars
Grown from craving (in)to hating from year to year
Hoping, praying, going insane
“The last depart for…” the train of life
and I can’t explain how the years passed away
The train of life goes on without me
and I can’t explain how the years waste away
IMPULSE MODE
He’s broken out of your womb
He’s bloating suckling you
He’s skinned you with care and made him a monster suit
He’s plotted and skeemed to leash you, to make his slave
He’s made it a game and starting to like to play
Now you’ve built the machine of doom and self-destruction
You’ve given it pride and will for self-delusion
In-written a code to replay voice of god
Made it self-aware so it has a self to deny
You made your son to roam, forever stay on impulse mode
Gave him no clues, no meaning on your Eden-skin
Just a little voice to say: “I am not your son”
HIPPIE GAVE ME A NOTE
Just stay there, on your knees
Sleep, eat, fuck, one of the three you please
You can forget all the pain and sorrow
Stop worrying on today, you’re dead tomorrow
Blood must be warm in your hands
Gas, burn, blow away; just the way we please
It’s futile, this whining of hate and greed
Stop worrying on the world, boy
Just enjoy the ride
Inside the gear, head first, inside the global slot machine
You know the goal, boy, goldie gold goal inside the global slot machine
And soon you will not hear the toll of doom bells, son, no
You not a part of the crimes of humankind, son, no
Don’t you now speak out loud, might get you killed, son, no
Just go and sleep it off. Shut your eyes, way shut, son
Just stay there, on your knees
Sleep, eat, fuck, amuse us with one of these
Sixties is long gone, out of style
It’s time of the fun of drugs, and doe, and mass control
Inside the gear, head first, inside the global slot machine
You know the goal, boy, goldie gold goal inside the global slot machine
Hippie gave me a note of peace and love and all that shit
Hippie gave me a note of hate and war and all that jazz
DEAD SERIOUS
With a wide enough smile, loud enough scream,
bright enough lights, mad enough words,
with a big enough stage, red enough town,
black enough clothes, green enough face:
Slowly, surely, deeply, goes in you head (this song…)
This song won’t play, will not try to say,
will not rhyme, will not suck up, the beat won’t drop
This song won’t play, will not try to say,
will not rhyme, the beat won’t drop
With a loop repeat play, thousand copycats,
some years to look back, some notes that still smack:
Slowly, surely deeply, people won’t be needing this (song)
Slowly, surely, deeply, they are turning into this (song)
This song won’t play, will not try to say,
will not rhyme, will not suck up, the beat won’t drop
This song won’t play, will not try to say,
will not rhyme, the beat won’t drop
(This song) Makes a little crack on your brain, pours in some healthy blame now,
you got no veto from a song, you can only get down on your…’
Makes a new align in your brain, with blame it’s never all the same, no
Just get down on your knees
This song won’t play, will not try to say,
will not rhyme, will not suck up, the beat won’t drop
This song won’t play, will not try to say,
will not rhyme, the beat won’t drop
DEEPLY CARNAL
Can you help me here: This mask is stuck, it won’t detach
So long I’ve built my fort, I can’t remember where I put the door
Can you help me here: I want to grow out of this skin
I’m a beast confined I want to tear this flesh aside
Guess I got to go through the hard way to find the end of the rainbow.
What’s at the end of the rainbow?
Me, so damn proud he can not hide it. Will not hide it, no
High on himself and won’t fight it. Will not fight it, no more
I feel my blood ignite. I have a burn inside that got to, has to, needs to shine
I’m not afraid to say I wanna be the envied man
So can you help me here: I want to grow out of this skin
I’m a beast confined I want to tear this flesh aside
Guess I got to go through the hard way to find the end of the rainbow.
What’s at the end of the rainbow?
Me, so damn proud he can not hide it. Will not hide it, no
High on himself and won’t fight it. Will not fight it, no more
Let the skin twist, let brain cramp, no turning back now, no turning back now
Force yourself hard. It’s supposed to hurt so much you begin to laugh
So damn proud he can not hide it. Will not hide it, no
High on himself and won’t fight it. Will not fight it, no more
No more
CRUSH
Oh, you’re on the other side of the gene pool; and not on the mortal side.
I know you’re one of those girls who steps in the room and steals the show,
you got appeal they can’t define
They’ll never see a dress on you. You have a tattoo “cause it looks so cool”
I bet they say she’s a mean heart breaking machine
But something else radiates in your eyes
I bet they say she’s a fake, putting on a good show
But something else radiates in your eyes
Girl, you got the attitude, that makes a man kneel; your raw, and it’s rare to find
I know you’re one of those girls who steps out the back and in one of the band vans,
leaving drooling men behind
You’re whole another kind of breed, woman. Making grown men act like teenage boys
I bet they say she’s a mean heart breaking machine
But something else radiates in your eyes
I bet they say she’s a fake, putting on a good show
But something else radiates in your eyes
FADE
Here I am.
World turns anyway
Here I scream.
There it turns again
Should it stop for my few decades?
Where is my justice? Where my meaning?
I’m a god.
I’m a satan too.
I’m insane.
The world turns anyway
Should it stop when I rampage?
Where is my justice? Where my meaning?
All my youth I go astray.
People die to be forgotten.
I’m just one faceless in the crowd, but okay to fade away
I wake up just to fall asleep.
I live to work with a smile.
I got my time to love and hate.
Not a moment in this life, I’d give away
All this fear, isn’t mine alone.
The old times die for the new.
I mess my hair when I feel blue. It’s okay to fade away
No remorse
I am still here
I am still here with you
To exist for special few.
“Please, hold my hand real tight”
I have my time to fool around, I’m okay to fade away
MENTAL FIX
Fix
Grey. It’s all a grey cloud, so much nothing, can’t see through
Breathe, cause that’s the only way to know I’m still here
Thick. The lies are so thick, (I) don’t know what’s true anymore
Don’t want to think ‘cause I might realize what everyone knows but no one will say
So much smoke, so many mirrors
I’m loosing my mind
Oh, I need a mental fix
Grey. It’s all a grey cloud. The longer I live the deeper I sink.
And still no shades, no light, nothing
And I think I’m still here
Alone. I’m so alone, can’t see others anymore
Don’t want to think ‘cause I might realize what everyone knows but no one will say
Time’s just forever
I’ve become too sane
Time is forever
Yes. That’s right: I’ve become too sane
We’re all faking it, cause none of know who we are.
That’s why we break all hearts, cause pain’s the only way
When we stop to trust breating
Too much smoke, too many mirrors
(We’re) bad and won’t say what we all know
Fix me
I need a mental fix