1. IN HE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

In the middle of nowhere

You cannot decipher all the scars on me
You can’t unravel what’s engraved, what I feel
I’ve pursued the wrong stars on the ship I took for a fleet
Once sunk, all the mermaids I met promised me I’d be drunk and asleep

I don’t know if I died
I don’t know if it’s life
But I feel bleeding in your heart
I wave, I float, I want a light

I can’t get rid of the darkness I dived into
I can’t get rid of the sadness I’m filled with
I wonder how to be saved? How to come back?
I remember the love I gave before my life has been sacked!

I couldn’t explain why
Perhaps I don’t wanna die
I wander in drunkenness
My life is in a perfect mess!

Each time I flow now I’m trying to be thinking of it!
Each time I flow now I don’t give a fuck, don’t give a fuck about seeking it!

I know! The fault lies with me
As a young boy I wanted the cross the sea
I thought this boat was a gift
But I sailed deep and was adrift

In the middle of nowhere


2. REZURRECT ON THE RAZOR EDGE

Being kind of square is like the worst nightmare
You don’t live or exist ‘cause you’re ruled by Christ

Resurrect on the razor edge

You are just a ghost though people surround you everywhere
You are just a sheep waving through the fucking mass anyway
You are just dead, buried in a cemetery on this very day
Then you must resist!

You’ve lost your freedom by trusting in god
You don’t know what’s good or what’s wrong
Don’t follow the prayers that just believe in gold
Behind their mask you’ll find the demon

Resurrect on the razor edge

Now you must live freed from these rules and enjoy it anyway
Now you must live proud of your roots and your peers everywhere
Now you must be great by following your heart any day
Open your eyes to the real world!

You’ve lost your freedom by trusting in god
You don’t know what’s good or what’s wrong
Don’t follow the prayers that just believe in gold
Behind their mask you’ll find the demon

Resurrect on the razor edge

We don’t need to care about these rules they share
All what’s believed wrong is like a hypocrite’s song
I fight, I drink, I fuck and I’ve never felt the worst
I feel fucking alive and I never thirst


3. FALLEN ANGEL

Before I shed my skin, I was sent from above to love and to shield you from sin
I aimed to be warm hearted, to hearten you, and then bring everything you’ve dreamt about to you

I woke to find them gone (wings), I felt like all the forgotten sons

I hate! My fate! Satiate! There’s no debate
Father! Master!

My wing beats were bound up with my heart beat
In everlasting flames you’ll burn with me, this is the bane
Tell me I’m not insane before you’ve been slain
There is no shame, there is nothing to blame

My Father! Why have you forsaken me?
My Master! Would you never release me?

And I cry, I’d like to fly again! I drained life so should I die ?

I hate! My fate! Satiate! There’s no debate
Father! Master!

My wing beats were bound up with my heart beat
In everlasting flames you’ll burn with me, this is the bane
Tell me I’m not insane before you’ve been slain
There is no shame, there is noting to blame

I need your souls to help me to redeem mine
Nurse your open sores to help me to curse mine
Come to the fore I don’t have enough time
See the burden I bore! Love is fucking blind!


4. THE WILLOW OF SORROWS

I can see in your eyes your heart is dark
You won’t make me believe your sap is great
You’re the Willow from which I’ll strip the bark
Its powder in my beer will cure my headache

You don’t need to loan out dead leaves
Just be yourself, shine forth and live
We don’t care about what’s good outside
We’d prefer to see what’s good inside

Chop the old tree before you have come into leaf
Cut old branches, its shadow isn’t a fucking relief

You plant your diseased roots into my ground
Against that shit I’m proud to hound
Let me help you I’ll keep within bounds
Come in my forest, hear how it sounds

You look eaten and destroyed by illness
Come on my friend you may confess
If you don’t wanna deal with that distress
You will burn in fucking loneliness

The willows of sorrows
Bow and let the foe crow go

Chop the old tree before you have come into leaf
Cut old branches, its shadow is not a fucking relief

As you stayed a flail
We will send you to hell!
Our honour is not for sale!
We will send you to fucking hell!

The willows of sorrows
Bow and let the foe crow go

Chop the old tree before you have come into leaf
Cut old branches, its shadow is not a fucking relief

Go to hell!