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
Imagining its weight its silence
And the absence of excuses for a havoced life
And the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone.
Chorus:
Jotun.
A body of black
That carried no reflection,
Defying its own room
Un-earthly eggs of decreation.
There would be colonies
Mushroom-scattered forever out of context,
Rising spores from a dying world
To pollute to 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 ny skyline to
Dream its own existence in one single final word.
Chorus. (x2)
Can we identify them,
As the flint buried in our reptile skulls
Or the time-bomb coded in our dna.
Chorus.
Shame marries the guilt
Introduces itself to the
Concept of total loneliness.
Sensations repressed
Make friends with
Suicidia, and
And here the leeches begin to
Suck away the lust for life.
Chorus:
Escape takes lead
Into a world unknown uncontrolled by all
Where borders are erased and potential infinite
Chosen cells, glands and transmittors
Blast the body with joy.
Astral feet running
Up to dimensions covered with gold,
Stairs of glowing electroplasma,
Safir onyx and buzzing vibrations
A dead men's 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.
Chorus.
Cutting the bloodline
Re-tie the bleeding roots
To heavenly ship of glass
And let it drift in passive arrogance
In a one-word dialogue with the stars.
Chorus.
Geology is digging through my brain
A manta engulfing the world,
To throw it up once again
To a guild of lifted daggers.
Chorus:
Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures.
A diabolical sequence of stabs
Written in cunning stones
From the fossilised den of thieves
Our lives die.
Chorus.
I see the nursing all-mother
Spitting out a trail of termites
In the mouth of her first-born hope
Breasts ripe with smog-filled rebellion.
Apathy dressed in violence,
White insectoid legs,
Curse her lips and the mouth
Receptive only to pain.
Chorus.
Instrumental
April night-time,
And we run like mussles through the stagnant nodes of man.
Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses
To disarm the stars within us.
Hornet Hive-dark
Severed wings in vainless beating,
Buzz out from an inferno of fangs
To disarm the stars within us.
Chorus:
We should have been
So much more by now.
Too dead inside
To even know the guilt.
Waining Ring-deep
A halo of thorns.
Sips now down in sheets of sharp silver
To disarm the stars within us.
Chorus.
Cre-age-aeon
New beginnings held in infinite vacuum,
Biotronic test-worlds free of inscription
Devoid of the echoes of man
Noble cyborg savage.
Chorus:
In cold ceremonial perfection
More radiant than the sum of suns
With each and every attribute
Of animal, machine and man.
Dystopia Electro-Heart,
The grotesque and the linear
Took one final giant blow
Into the Ram of what is us.
Chorus.
Installing awaiting the restoration of unsequenced chaos.
We've only seen the outlines of the beginning
And this core, the slowly moving raptor,
Will make the very notion of Hell
Seem celestial in comparison.
Chorus.
Installing awaiting the restoration of unsequenced chaos.
Detonation
Fireworks and alchemy.
Genes spliced and triggered
Into the future,
And her organic save
Seismorgasmic omnipotence
Scenes of magma in my eyes.
Eruption stones my system.
Chorus:
I owe this to the animal inside
And the stiffness that blocks out the daylight
Morphing into primal.
I'll cover every particle
From there to Andromeda
Not forgetting a single location
From the throat of the Ibis
To the co-ordinates of Matterhorn.
My shot is genesis and catharsis.
Penetratonaut in a cosmology of lusts.
Chorus.
Suck this subterranean creature out
And show it proudly to the house of heaven.
With one slight wave of my hand
Stars dissolve.
Dissolve my brain,
Block my lungs.
I'll die from fever tomorrow
When locked in such a perfected "now".
Chorus.
Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street
Next to polls of monotonous water.
He walks, Slipping feet from steps at random He falls.
In the space between his body and the ground
Comets cast of their names, stellar neurones misfire.
Witnesses inhale the seed
And spit out a million branches.
Buds abloom in all directions
From 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 and leaned back into
Vacuum-filled nirvana.
Between the two of my eyes
Feverish fractals soar
Dance like were they on drugs
Peyote labyrinths re-mapped exits
A hasty blink
And a million life-to-comes
Will never be the same
As they never were...
Chorus:
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a paralell universe.
With the first movement in the organic soap
Came a bouquet of alternative answers
All different multiplied and re-devided.
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 trough time.
Chorus. (x2)
Welcome here, the squirrel-wheel begins
Fasten the left hand belts.
Remember not to think too much
And your trip will be numbingly pleasant.
Non-caring is the easiest way,
But to secure a passage to the 2nd plane
You have to complete level one.
Their dead-smile lips turn on their TV
While urban gravestones scrape the skies.
Rising over marionette cities and marionette skies.
Chorus:
This is episode 666
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind. (x6)
(Originally by Depeche Mode)
The handshake seals the contract
From the contract there's no turning back.
The turning point of a career
In Korea being insincere.
The holiday was fun-packed
The contract, still intact.
Chorus.
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves - after all.
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves - after all.
It's a competitive world.
Everything counts in large amounts.
The graph on the wall
Tells the story of it all.
Picture it now
See just how
The lies and deceit gained a little more power.
Confidence - taken in
By a suntan and a grin.
Chorus. (x2)
Instrumental
Bible Arm on social hell spins its downward spiral
With each year of unprogression a fine of failure is added
Closer than ever to the edge, a faith in resident martyrs
Strong object track my body, my body down.
Chorus:
Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light
Between a labyrinth of errors and the key to the suicide era.
Digging through the graves of giants, words fly to me
A lonely load, like a promise failing miserably
Running through like an alphabet of hate
To shake the entire organism, closer than ever, ever to the edge.
Chorus.
I kill for the code, to disarm this mess
Of psychotic chaos that once i mixed up myself
Disarm...
Instrumental
Call me by my astral name
Breeding fear through worldless toungh.
Heavenly thirst - unspeakable pain.
Emptied from all human motions
Confront the faceless wrath.
Beckoning silent from a sphere behind space
Trough twisted ruins of uncompleted dreams.
Signs of towers reaching for the moon,
They're 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.
Behind al galaxies through timeless aenos of frost.
Unearthly hunger - angels decent.
We are entering dimensions behind space...
Behind all galaxies through timeless aenos of frost.
