1. MATERIALIZED EXPECTATION

Jealousy is the cause of betrayal. Don’t
Foresee the things you do not want
Materialized expectation.
Spirits of the macrocosm beside
Hear the voices of your night
Doubt, despair and frustration.

Choose a truth, but beware its consequences!..

The prejudice that we are mortal is a cause of death!
This is the case when ignorance is our wealth
The only truth is that
There is no truth.
But this truth
Disproves itself!

When there is a time
To perceive the meaning of
Nevermore
Some of us go blind
And believe the things
They haven’t before

But even if my loss is big
I don’t believe! I don’t believe!
And even if (I’m) worn out by grief
I do not yield!!!

Jealousy is the cause of betrayal. Don’t
Foresee the things you do not want
Materialized expectation.
Spirits of the macrocosm beside
Hear the voices of your night
Doubt, despair and frustration.

Choose a truth – you can invent your own

The prejudice that we are mortal is a cause of death!
This is the case when ignorance is our wealth.


2. SWEET

This night I hear
Some screams in my head
Telling me that
Without you – I am dead.
I worship your whisper
Unavoidable will
That suddenly turns
Into desire to kill!

Sweet smell of female bodies
Attracts the scent of a beast,
Sharpens the ear of the beast,
Sweet smell of female bodies
He will come to your house,
Not afraid to frighten you,
Making you scream so true,
Yes! He will come to your house!

Abundance and lust are together!
They are killing sometimes!
Character of instinct is young!
Abundance and lust are together!
Those who wants always gets it,
Sweet smell of female flesh!
I can feel, I can hear it
Those who wants always gets it!

Breathing the smell of your forthcoming death,
Tasting the sweetest of possible pleasures,
Savoring puff of your very last breath,
My transformation into the beast!!!

I wish it wasn’t me!
My hands can’t have done it:
Your corpse without eyes
Naked and disgusting.
My love, you were doomed
When I first saw you.
I can’t stand it all
I want to go home!


3. WISHFUL THINKING

Facts! Figures! Values!
Reality chosen by voting.
Exceptions are met with malice
Psychology of the rotting!

My will, my faith!
They don’t need your permission!
My life, my way! My knowledge!
Are not
Under supervision
In Your cage!

Not to be disappointed imagine something good,
That is real to reach, discover and gain.
Only you’re the creator of all that you should
Place as a sense consider as an aim.

No facts! No figures! No values!
Only interpretations!
When exceptions are met with malice
Religion of the emaciated!

My will, my faith!
They don’t need your permission!
My dream, my way! My knowledge!
Are not
Under supervision
Of logic!

Life after life!
Lie after lie!
Wishful thinking!

Let it be the way it is, chaos doesn’t need rules.
But you want to tame it placing chaos in art.
While the nature is wild you‘ve just mixed up two roles:
Of your life unpredicted and the music so smart.

I know nothing for sure…

I just know that the next spoken word of mine ‘s Hate,
As I wrote it one day giving birth to this song.
When discover something, don’t generalize! Wait!
Til you see boundlessness, ‘til all prejudice ‘re gone.

Facts! Figures! Normality!
Uncertainty scars – it’s blinking!
The knowledge light draws reality,
Preferring wishful thinking!


4. LUXURIOUS CEMETERY

What a splendid town
Necropolis
Citizens are dead
In layers.
Their homes are cool
In wonderland
Their house-warming goes with
Affected pathos.

Suffering is kind
And generous
Rituals help
To forget.
Making things all right,
Build a realm for those,
For whom it makes no difference,
Who are dead.

I won’t appreciate it.
Laboured tears!
I won’t appreciate it.
Human fears…

When the Memory ’s alive
It doesn’t need
Such a stupid fetish
For your pride
Compare the Great stone angel
And the buried one,
For whom it makes no difference,
Who has died!

Gorgeous sepultures
Are they measure of love,
Measure of suffer,
Or of money?

Clearing your conscience,
Sacrificing to God,
It is too late
To feel sorry for the past.

When I am dead don’t thank me that way
I won’t appreciate it!
Goths will dance around my grave,
Murmuring my name!

I won’t appreciate it.
Laboured tears!
I won’t appreciate it.
Human fears…