1. CHASING THE TRUTH

Burning fields of mind
Submitted, trampled, rejected.
Sown with the seeds of lies -
You like it, you need it, you choose it.

Everytime I look into your eyes
There is only void, nothing inside.
Something is lost without a trace,
Ashes of soul is all that remains.

Truth, where do you hide?
Who builds the walls around you?
Where... Where will I find
You in the solitude?

Everytime I look at people around
There is only void, nothing inside.
Lives built in mire of impudent lies,
Erected on sand from the hypocritical land.

Truth, where do you hide?
Who builds the walls around you?
Where... Where will I find
You in the solitude?

Whores writhe in ecstasies
Flaccid, pitiful.
Rags of lies uncover their bodies
Eaten by the moth of traditions.


2. CHRYSALIS

I used to spent all my time
Selling motley shells on the shore.
My pride and importance
I feel them for certain
But I can't go this way any more.

Everything seems to be right
So why do I wake in the night?
My life is a straight line,
I've wrapped myself too tight.

I am invisible,
I'm dust on your boot.
But it won't take much time
And I'll make your route.

I scrutinized their lives
But all in all there's nothing to learn.
I ran from myself,
Let my memories burn,
Throw the dust, where I'll never return.

Everything seems to be right
And I stay in perfect tune.
Just another coil of a thread
In my cocoon.


3. ODE TO DEFORMITY

Deformity is not a curse,
But a rare gift that we should keep.

Burned by critics in inquisition fires
Out of fear of our essence,
Crucified on the cross of offended feelings
It still cannot be destroyed.

Deformity is a sense of beauty measure,
The path to harmony.
Deformity is the oldest known religion,
The main source of life.

Ugliness is a cause and power of life,
Our alpha and omega of perception.
Hideousness is our origin,
The begining of everything.
If you call yourself a human being,
You declare its supremacy.

Beyond the time, as an absolute dogma
It is revealed in every form indeed.
We are all descendants of deformity,
We grow from its seed.


4. SOCIAL SUICIDE

I'm not afraid of loneliness,
I've raised it in my heart.
Don't want to look around like you
With eyes wide shut.

I smell the rotting flowers
Wafting from the garden of stone.
Bury corpses from declined years
And please leave me alone.

I've never been a part of the crowd,
I feel better on my own.
I've never had a need to join
The herd I don't belong.

I'd better burn in my own hell
Than bloom in common eden,
Taking care of parasites
And giving up my flesh to breed 'em.

Social degradation!
Spiritual protest!
Ultimate denial!


5. EYES

Thousands of eyes
Watch me from afar.
I can't escape from your
Obsessive attention.
Again and again
You hunt from the dark
With your sticky cold,
Sweaty gazes.

Don't stare at me!

I feel them with my back
Creeping into my skin,
Spreading in the veins
Slowly as poison.
I shrink into myself
To get out of your sight.
You give me no respite,
Stop this torture!

Don't stare at me!

Don't stare at me!


6. I HATE YOU ALL

I can't see 'cause you're around me.
I can't hear 'cause you're too loud.
I can't sleep because you watch me.
I can't breath the air you breath!

I hate you all!

If I lead, you always follow.
When I spit, you always swallow.
There's no exit, no relief!
I can't live in the world you live.

I hate you all!

You are good and kind people,
You love your neighbours
And take care of your health.
You are like any others,
I can't remember your faces.
Does anybody hear me?!

I hate you all!


7. ELEANOR RIGBY (BEATLES COVER)

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream,
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear,
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care?

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried
Along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was saved.

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?


8. SENCELESS DECAY

Drifting in a sewage of the modern art
Like embryos in a giant uterus,
You call it sublime, acme of genius
But from my point of view...

It's a senseless decay
We live for.
It's a senseless decay
We pray for.
It's a senseless decay
We pay for.
It's a senseless decay
We die for.

Long time ago we divorced our nature
And got accustomed to the false substitution.
Public awards traped the creation,
Degradation in the name of the welfare.

It's a senseless decay
We live for.
It's a senseless decay
We pray for.
It's a senseless decay
We pay for.
It's a senseless decay
We die for.

We peer at the stars through chinks in our coffins,
Dull and prim we savour shining dope.
Admiring ourselves we sink in own vomit
Admitting that it is our path to the top.

It's a senseless decay
We live for.
It's a senseless decay
We pray for.
It's a senseless decay
We pay for.
It's a senseless decay
We die for.


9. OCEAN OF DEPRESSION

See me... I am a reflection in someone's mirror,
I'm cotton-filled like other modern heroes.
Watch me... There's nothing more and nothing less,
I'm a fair jester and I do my best.

In the ocean of depression
My rotting hopes like dying fish swim around.
In the ocean of depression
I drown slowly to touch the ground.

No more... I cannot fill this vacuum inside
And can't restore what I have long denied.
Time flows... Like a fly in a shiny amber trap
I am stuck for good inside the cast-off crap.

In the ocean of depression
My rotting hopes like dying fish swim around.
In the ocean of depression
I drown slowly to touch the ground.

Stop now... I can't drink poison from your faces,
I'm a part of the life from which I was erased.
Skip it! I'm just a homeless dot in space
Still searching vainly for its proper place.

In the ocean of depression
My rotting hopes like dying fish swim around.
In the ocean of depression
I drown slowly to touch the ground.


10. SPLINTERS OF APPROACHING NIGHTMARE

(Instrumental)