1. RAT RACE

I can see people human of million beings,
society in centre of swamp.
As there are forcing their way each of them thinks,
of taking place of top of this dump.

Abominable sick stench of sweet-perfumes,
emitted by mad human-beasts.
Anger is growling into obsession tunes,
I can’t here it I resist

Standing over.
Watching calmly.
Smiling, asking.
What for?

I will not live this life like my father
or be like my mother.
Dead to the essence of “being”
I’ll show one another.
That there is no order
even if I’ll burn my wing.

Rich on the outside
But poor in the inside
Materialism fat how it stinks
They’re trapped in the net
To live they forget
And cannot spread their wings.

Now I see bodies, corpses of those who tried
To complete in race of self doom
Entrails have become gold but their souls have died
Drowned in the middle of this shit-made tomb.

Abominable sick stench of what have been
Glorious symbiosis of angel and gore
Innocent children murdered by turning in
Deadly hyena blind with self-adore.


2. BURIED ALIVE

Look dark mourners come
They are carrying coffin
Their faces ghostlike
Eyes filled with tears
Cause in the wood box
Is laying corpses of young boy

On cold cemetery
Another funeral
The priest is dropping
A piece of dirt
“Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust”
He’s whispering.

But they are still moving
They still breathe
Do you know, what you’ve done?
You burned them alive

As night is coming
They wake up.

Fingernails are scratching
Teared up to the blood
Nobody hears them screaming
They can hardly move
They die in pain and agony.

Now imagine small and calm cottage
In which are living two people
Father and daughter
In a nice spirit of love
Nothing’s spoiling marvelous fun
Until they hear knocking at a door
Young girl laughs “I’ll go!”
“Sure hon” replies father “Go!”

Fingernails are scratching
Your girl laughs
She is jumping to the door
With a beautiful smile
Her hand reaches the lock…

Scream! Pain! Blood! And Flesh!
Are flying all over
Father is covered
With guts of his daughter
His eyes are so opened
Never knowing what just happened
Zombie chopped his head off
Dancing on bodies and laughing

Sun has just risen
Dawn so beautiful
A little cottage is standing alone
But something’s wrong
The windows…
Are splashed in blood!

Cause they are still moving
They still breathe
Do you know, what you’ve done?
You burned them alive!


3. STEEL MONUMENT OF MIND

In this word on the end of the century,
When glass boxes replaced thought.
The play with you manipulate in fury,
All the victims got to be caught.
Shallow entertainment like a tasteless pie,
Destroys our minds rips off our brains.
You never know what is truth and what’s a lie.
Blood is boiling in my own veins.

You must be strong o the end of the century,
Cause you were put on slippery shelf.
This competition had ever no jury,
You have to deal with it by yourself.
Just stay patient never show your plan or fear,
This sick warfare will never be gone.
You must be tough don’t let anymore interfere,
Like monuments of living stone.

Do you know
Why does everybody want to destroy your will?
Why they don’t want you to think – just feel?
Cause they want make you dumb and tranquil
To resist this lie you would need the mind of steel.

Fight!

If you want to have glorious funeral,
Then on your wings rise over it all.
Stick out fast of your pleasure cave
Or you’ll be buried in the shallow grave.


4. EMBRYO

Listen to your art, understand what it means.
And then explain it to me, cause I just want to know.
How do you understand.

First embryo flows away, beginning its journey for new ways of expression.
Searching, screaming, falling on it’s knees.
Beginning for gift of new life being.

So many things to say, but ever more doubts.
Will I be ever freed, of this dark pit of day.
The pit of common day.


5. FATE (TO BECOME A HATED)

Had you ever feeling, that something’s not right.
That everything you do is like wandering through night.
You try to defend reveal your sharp teeth,
Anger rules your soul and grows as you breathe.

Hate – you will become
Hate – overgrowing
Hate – it will rot inside

Careful no to become
Object of your anger
Fate will remind you
About within danger

There is something ironic, what makes me feel unkind.
Never in my life to be like this, you swear blind.
But like in classic drama just can’t turn away.
And sooner or later fate you will obey.

Maybe there is a hope,
Maybe I can escape from destiny,
I don’t know, it’s not nice to lie to yourself.


6. FACELESS ENTITY

Lock at yourself – see a stack of faces.
Each different and ready to use,
It’s really sad to see.
This self-destructive way that you choose.

Real faces don’t exist, there are only paper masks.
Worn to hide your soul, or to colour it.
In my unconscious mind, machinery is working.
Hormones injecting, your appearance distorting.

Not wise enough to hold the power of selection.
You try to fake your real nature.
In the end you only find, your soul covered with dirt.
And ashes of many colours and smells.

Confused… you claim that you know me
Through your mirror tells you nothing, how pitiful we are…