1. THE CODE

Once an ordinary day turned into a mandatory slaughter.
Blood was spilled on a fertile soil ow it's a wasteland.
No one knew me before this, but now I am the center of attention.
Approach me... Worship me.

Break the code into his head.
Solve the cipher.
Find the answers from the words he said.
Puzzle in million pieces, reveal the truth.
Connect the dots to see the portrait of a madman.

I never believed my name could be in the books of history
among the other great men with a vision.
Statues just started to raise around me
and people were on their knees without being of my decision.

No disposable shock value or fifteen minutes of fame.
Once slave today king, but tomorrow I am nothing.
My days of cheer and glory are over
and five star treatment ere I come.

A large-scale operation. I'll keep the audience
blindfolded before the opening. They are hypnotized by the glaze.
Loosing track of prime-time show, hardcore media porn.
Lunatic stole the headlines, highly addictive I must say.


2. TOADSTOOL JOURNEY

Invite me to your world of opposites.
In harmonic anarchy of the physics.
At the stage of no worries.
Nothing matters that much you see.

A room for a thouhgt yet no hallways to get through
and even if too afraid to take a step back or forth.
No use for doors or locks as you end up from were you left.

There is no time.
An hour can be a week depending on what you seek.
an inch by inch into the gloom of deep.

Do not point a view since there might be no coming back.
Do not loose the grip or you'll return in black leather sack.
Keep your head and stick with it... Do not lose the grip.

Master of deception, a prankster of will...
Master of deception, let him to lead, let him to fill...
Master of deception, a maiden riding on hairy pig.
Master of deception, it just seems so, you're not that sick.

In case of "true" or "false", perspective ain't your friend no more as
the trusted one has deceived, all changed from what was before.
Riddles teasing the brain itching from within.
One more clever than the other...cracks up, making insane.


3. MURAL

Pressure got too intense inside
Your picture-perfect shell.
Didn't believe no more
It's like that with others too.
Tore this facade apart
And ripped the curtains down.
Forced to please them both,
World you grew into.

Mural...
Of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted with blood

Domestic violence and homocide.
With no doubt, with no remorse.
An eye for an eye justifies the cause.
Cry of the victim painted
To the walls with one shade.
Keep the colors running wild
With dull razorblade.

Mural...
Of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted with blood

You dressed their contorted faces
into smile with braces and length of wire.
Cut the lids of dried out eyes
to gaze your masterpiece with wonder.

Instead of opening the floodgates
You took the future in your own hands.
Disregarded, manipulated
And touched by your very own blood.
Made daddy wear church suit
And sit next to mom on her Sunday dress.
Convincing yourself
There was a time they were proud of you.

Mural...
Of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted with blood
Mural...


4. OFF WITH THEIR HANDS

A piece of action and bit from reaction
Some blood for the people like they use to say
If you're into stories
I would indeed have one to tell
I'll skip right to the final chapter
Postscript that really counts
To stitch-mouth I will not tell a lie

Draw your own conclusions
Read between the lines
Parallel delusions on a road without signs

Everything we discuss
Will remain inside these walls
Intimate session with my faithful trustee
Button-eyed companion
Leading the burial of my past
Dig behind those words
And see what I mean

Let the one with no sin
Cast the first stones
Innocent until proven guilty
Answers laying on the bones

Unsuspected behavior
First class ticket to madness
Traumatic intrusions
Chemical illusions
Lewd penetrations and mass-raped mind

If the coin is scratched from the other side
The other remains its shine
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Until that comes down there is a must
"...off with their heads"
I remember Charlie saying

Sure as sugar, sweet as salt!


5. UBERMENSCH

Just head and torso, limbs torn apart.
Replaced tooled fully improved
to make them run clean 'n smooth.
No change no tomorrow,
past cure just tubes to swallow.
On a drip tied down to rest.
Belt up across his chest.

A tool of death and destruction,
a master of all war.
Mindless killer, heartless blood spiller
with no change of error nor fear of fall.
Equal, Sees no difference in faces
as marching through the mass graves of all human races.
Bone crusher, life flusher.
The prince of pain mind of an insane.

Übermensch - a god walking among men.
Übermensch - a god walking among men.

A being made to kill. Left without choise of will.
Forged in fire chased to a mould. Body of iron shining 'n cold.
Armed to the teeth, tracks instead of feet to keep it in speed.
A motor in its head staring eyes of dead.


6. DRAW THE LINE

This moment seems to last forever
Time is standing still
A scent of hate in silence
Makes you act according to the will
Palms are sweating out of excitement
It's time to pay the dues
Force her face down on the pavement
And let the Hell break loose

For long you shed the flesh
Yet faced the fact
There was a right to choose
Maximized revenge it wasn't you
Who should be swinging on the noose
You drew the line not to cross
And jumped to the other side
You drew the line on skin
And cut the flesh open wide

Draw the line

Breathing is getting harder
Air's too thick to inhale
Release your innerself for pressure
Sweet therapy for pain
On the edge of breakdown
Life is flashing through your very eyes
There is no time for hesitation
Say the last goodbyes


7. SHOT DOWN

Now closed in asylum
I heard I was hiding from reality
Idea of future seems to lose its way
I am destroyer of equal opportunity
Only active life was in my imagination
The people never existed
Lime light was a light in the basement
And the crowd was a rag doll named Charlie

As we were found
I was dancing before my parents bodies
Music playing loud and I laughed
Because I was free from their judging eyes
...just me and Charlie

Shot down

Police came weeks after I killed them
They took pictures of the murals on the wall
After a while they found out
The hideout of my mother's insides

Shot down

I ate my father's skin
While he was still alive
I always thought he was tough..well, he was
I had to pound him a bit with my shovel
...just me and Charlie


8. MAMA STABBER

Been going all days and nights
Getting into these inhead fights
Speeding and weeding and snooping on booze
Getting ready for the noose

It's gonna shake 'till the morning
If I can't get any kick
I have drunken myself dry
Few mushrooms might do the trick
But on the another hand I am so happy
Laying naked on the bed feeling fresh
If it only wouldn't smell so weird
Say, one nasty mama I must confess

"Not in bloom but ain't so bad for the price"
Yet the old toothless lied
If she only was abomination
Something worst than I resting by my side
A fast nose slide and smile of a snitch
No wonder he was in haste
Getting rid of that awful bitch

And now children..
Flashback ain't your friend
Recollections should be shot
Factum, non fabula!

She will kiss and tell
I know those her short far too well
The horrifying being was waiting for her fall
Besides I had listened all morning rap
About killing and all
She must leave and I must stay
Nope, -no sire Bob
There ain't another way


9. TEASPOONFUL

Total brain malfunction. It's all about the instincts now.
Adrenaline rush clears the way from reason you thought you had.
Chemical genocide of nerves and brain cells.
Bombs falling on head,it shakes like the sound of massive bells.

Everlasting fight against the nature of the beast.
You woke up pulling yourself like a dog on a leash.
Shady plastic dreams from the homemade bunch-bowl.
A pill or two on morning keeps you from feeling so low.

Front row seats to the inhead race.
It's all exploding into your own face.
A teaspoonful away from the perfect match,
Just you and one that's gonna open the hatch.

Melting cortex, few loose teeth.
Still manage to stand on your feet.
Liver failing out of the C, a pump away from HIV.
Withdrawn from the reach of cure, went too far away.
It's death knocking on door, waiting for your decay.

Front row seats to the inhead race.
It's all exploding into your own face.
A teaspoonful away from the perfect match,
just you and one that's gonna open the hatch.

For withdrawal some morphine and valium.
You're on the road to the grave or sanitarium.
Intersection, pass red light. Future never looked that bright.
No need for detox, it's all under control.
Earth calling the prodical son.
You are back to square one.


Everlasting fight against the nature of the beast.
You woke up pulling yourself like a dog on a leash.
Shady plastic dreams from the homemade bunch-bowl.
A pill or two on morning keeps you from feeling so low.

Front row seats to the inhead race.
It's all exploding into your own face.
A teaspoonful away from the perfect match,
Just you and one that's gonna open the hatch.