Why is it always so damn hard. When your walls of reason fall apart?. Don't know what's right or wrong. I've been drinkin' all night long. Guess I was doomed right from the start, yeah.
Why did i have to do the bidding. Of a mad man behind the curtain. I will not fall or fear the way that I felt. That day, When the scar began to itch.
Music: Krbl/Svee/Malmin/Hirsch March '94. Lyrics: Hirsch November '93. I will see hope as a loved one you seek. I will see ice made of tears on your cheek.
Music: Sandberg/III November '95. Lyrics: Hirsch November '95. Pray for darkness, pray for the world below. Pray for winter, pray for forever snow. Pray for the sun never to rise above the hills in the horizon far away,.
(music by matton - september 93). (poems by bartsch - september 93). The night grows pale. as with faint wing stroke. the cradle of decay. emerges from the ruins of reason.
Gereicht der Traum zur Wirklichkeit ?. Wird jemals er entrinnen ?. Das Blut zerbarst im Irgendwo. Der Suizid stirbt drinnen. . Sanft und kein bisschen weise.
Dein Schicksal schwelgt im berdruss. kannst Du es nur besingen ?. Mein Schuh er folgt mir meist zu Fuss. verspricht neutral zu klingen. . Alazar - gierig zog ich einst aus.
So hungry for what I seek. I, I, I strive for the best. My struggle is all I see. I, I, I'll never forget. . You've seen it hurts me not to fight. But in the world it is right.
Always living on the line of what you think is right or wrong. There was a time when even I could not bear to be alone. Needing someone or something that is not mine to call my own.
Always wanting but never learning. Submit to your plans for my waking life. To be one with the world I cannot grasp. It's beyond me. . Sterile life with a forceful nature.
It is febuary 1998,. with too many mindless bodies,. walking the face of the planet,. and too many mindfull bodies,. without enough motivation,. to do anything constructive with their lives,.
We are what's left behind. I can feel It call my name. These worlds that I have taken. Will stay with me as lies. No they won't leave their victim. I know that we are on their list of deeds.
Es war ein Abend im April. Im blutroten Schein der Sonne. Ich bin ein kranker Teil unserer Spezies - Ich weiß!. Ich allein im flimmernden Licht, mit diesen flüchtigen Bildern.
Scraping the earth in search of the essence. Metallic rock ore where iron is present. Extraction smelters burn hot with phosphorescence. . Rivulets of sweat steam hot in the mold.
Cloying blackness, within the womb, unwanted child's fleshly tomb.. Umbilicus, a weaved choke, hung in time, frail neck is broke.. Aborted form's placenta shroud, writhe in untold fear..
Reflected face, dragged from the void without a soul. Illusive dream, poisoned with no control. Consuming time, condemned arise from glassy sleep. A vengeful mind, prowling into dreams it seeps, now it seeps.
I knew you some years before. Deep in prayer under bough. Futile sighs in vital skin. Your flesh caressed by night. . Yet change came quickly. A bruise in the air, it staggered within.
Pick your fights. Tonight the dream is real. These neon lights. Reflect the way I feel. . Fallen Bird. Take my wings. I am lost. Through all my dreams.
Break up the tide that makes you whole. Break up the mind, the heart, the soul. I wish I could take a stronger stand. Look up to the one who is more than grand...i bow.