1. OVERTURE

(instrumental)


2. THE PATIENT

I can't tell if this is the beginning or the end
I reckon my end
The pain cuts deep just like it did yesterday
And the hundreds of days before
I don't know where it came from
I don't know how to deal with it
But what I do know is
That I'm afraid to get out of control
Visions Of Violence
Flash up in my head
Terrifying and anankastic
They make me tremor and heist my sleep


3. MAN ON THE RUN

A rabid predator is wandering our streets
Hungry for human flesh and blood
Some men tried to tame it and failed miserably
Some men tried to enchain it and died
Some men tried to satisfy it with oblations
And fed it with the bodies of the poor
But the ferocious beast was hungry for more
The black whole in its chest can never be filled
Not even by the countless men it has killed
Its nature is simple:
It must keep on feeding
Or else it must die
The beast will not bother to hear
All the orphans, widows and widowers cry
It will eat the priest and the harlot
The wage slave and the dallier
The very pregnant mother and her unruly child
The obese and the anorexic
The ones who are awake and the ones in a coma
The innocent bystander
The doctor

The patient
The rich and the poor
And it will still be hungry for more

Eventually, it will also come for me
And I am left to wonder when that will be
Meanwhile I'll try to avoid it
When- and wherever I can
God, I don't want to fucking end up
Like all those dead men!


4. THE PRISONER

Hand-in-hand in Plato's cave
We sit with our legs tied to our chairs' legs
And our backs strapped to the chair-backs
Facing the horror of a spectacle
We cannot take a hand in
Unable to turn our heads
We can't help but watch the images
Projected onto a wall
That is said to be insuperable
Trained to accept images as fact
The concept of reality we embrace
Holds us hostage and makes us slaves

Down here I wake up every morning
Wondering: what's behind that wall
How can I ever find out
With ties so strong and a will so weak?
I hang my head
Ready to abandon all hope for a world
That doesn't so closely resemble hell
I bite my lip and clench my fists in pain
The more it hurts the less I care

About the life my godliness has forced upon me

If this dreadful prison
Is all i put at risk
Why then do i still hesitate
To go beyond the arbitrary limits
Of this man-made reality?
Plus ultra!
Beyond the point of no return
Let's push the frontiers of this stale world
Until they fucking break!


5. THE PRIEST

My beloved children of Boredom
A deadly hunt is ripping through our streets these days
Look at him, this angel of pestilence
Beauteous like Lucifer and bright like Illness itself
As he stands upon your roofs with a spear in his right hand
Pointing at one of your houses with his left
This very second his finger may be pointing at your door
His spear hitting the wood
Then the Plague enters your home
Settling down in your rooms
Waiting for you to come home from work
He has come to draw upon your time
And this means all of your time

And you'll hail bordom's new dawn
He rests in your eyes as you stare at the screen
He constructs situations you get lost in
They are whispering his name throughout this euthanized land
But that will not keep you from shaking his extended hand
He will make you swallow his fake shrink-wrapped desires


6. DOWN TO THE CELLAR (INTERLUDE I)

(instrumental)


7. THE SURVIVALIST

I begged the sky for rain
And rain came pissing down on me
Soaking with the holy water
Of the stupidest bores and the cheapest whores
And the dumbest carnivores
Who try to turn my life into a farce
As unfulfilled and meaningless as theirs

(I beg the sky again:
Come, nucear bomb!
Come, giant meteor!
Come, Tsunami, come!
Come, war mongers and suicide bombers!
Come, Knights of the Apocalypse, and make it fucking end!)

But for the time being
I will not spend my days mourning
This horribly unhappy world
Of false beauty and God's pathetic offspring
Let alone its army of haters
Who will fuck each other over
Whenever they get the chance to
And I beg the sky again:
Come, nucear bomb!
Come, giant meteor!
Come, Tsunami, come!
Come, war mongers and suicide bombers!
Come, Knights of the Apocalypse, and make it fucking end!

As I lie in the pouring rain
My eyes closed but wide awake
I remember my pursuit of joy
And I know there is so much more deep inside
An outside force cannot possibly destroy
I cannot help but laugh at every single raindrop hitting me
For I know like all the others it will just drip off and die


8. THE WAGE SLAVE

When we don't sleep we play dead
And all the roses
We throw down the whole

While waiting in line
To be the next to try on
That custom garment for our endmost journey
Are sweet little pecks of scorn on our cheeks
To fill this miserable blankness
Well, nothing can fill this miserable blankness
At least we can carry on...
This is the dread sentence of damnation
This is the high cost of playing dead
When our bosses inspect our desks
When we cast our lazy ballots
When Officer Friendly just drops in for a minute
With our names on the attendance recorder
We play dead until we draw our last breath


9. PROTAGONIST IN A COMA

(...sick with a wild terror of dying and yet indifferent to life itselfl...)
The story is mine
But I only play a bit part
Like a mere spectator
I watch my own life
From a distance
Staying out of harm's way
I am far from where
I intended to go
Good lord! How did I end up here?
In the darkness of this dungeon
I've learned to cry with a smile
But believe me, I know
What a boot looks like
When seen from underneath
My face is a mask I wear
To conceal my disappointment:
The one reality I wanted
Never came true
But it has come back to haunt me
On my deathbed
As a memory of the future
That once lay before me
My life keeps running through
My fingers like sand
And all I do is watch
This precious thing go to waste

God, I must not let it go to waste
I must become the manifestation
Of the one reality
I would like to come true
I must become the change
I'd like to see in the world


10. OUT YONDER (INTERLUDE II)

(instrumental)


11. THE UNRULY CHILD

I was born with the desire
To learn and to create
But all my teachers did
Was to shove their views of life
Down my throat
And smother mine
With their ignorance
Like vultures they have been
Shadowing me all my life
Pretending to take an interest in my life
But in truth they are only eager
To see me stumble and fall
So they can peck out my eyes
And feed on my guts
In truth, they want me dead

I was born into this humdrum world
With nothing in my hands
To defend my life with
I am alone among corpse eaters
And I am at their mercy
God knows, I despise them
God knows, I hate it when they act
Like they were the pride of creation
God knows, I would like to
Punch them in the mouth
And break their arrogant teeth
Whenever they claim
They can tell good from evil
Living among meat eaters!