1. WORLD CONSUMING ITSELF

Heedful lad trying to get through his days
Uncertain with himself because he differs
Fear-driven seclusion leads him astray
As he avoids being taunted by others

And so he asks
How long will it last
Seeking salvation

Authorities preach their purposeful truth
Superiority complex offer
Twisting the meaning of the virtue they loot
Of hatred even among each other

Didn‘t they find
What‘s hidden inside
The power of speaking?

That every word with dedication
Will unleash forth arcane vibration
Affecting deeds, intruding the soul
That’s how the seeds of malice begin to grow

Intents are unfulfilled, muted inside
Oppressive red anger burns in his eyes
Nobody cares for the turn of the tide
When the cocooned evil wakes up to rise

Now he’s allured
By all would-be cures
That can relieve his pain

Human mind shows constant formation
Always exposed to information
The game of patterns still gives him no insight
Who sets the terms or what is wrong and what is right

Plain truth is what we most desperately hide


2. LOSING TIME

Just another morning and you’re feeling like a piece of shit
Slave to your indolence you are losing your time bit by bit
You hate to sense the stuff that is blurring your head
So you take it again to relax and forget

Do you want to wait
Do you have the time
Have you already resigned
Do you want to waste
What is on your mind
Abandon your own design

When you were younger everything seemed to be right in your hands
Now you think that you are not the one on whom your fate depends
You wonder why you should do things the others‘ way
Not caring for trouble you reject the game they play

Do you want to wait
Do you have the time
Have you already resigned
Do you want to waste
What is on your mind
Abandon your own design

They want to lay up all the treasure
And i say choke!
They’ll never feel the freeing pleasure
Of being broke

Entrusting our lives to the hands of others
Then makes us, when we are all alone, vulnerable

But what if we one day wake up
And find out there is a war
We all will be pretty fucked up
Then who of us will have more

For easy living we forsake our freedom
Entangle ourselves with those pointless rules
Decline our nature for some narrow reasons
Full of selfishness often act like fools


Just another morning and you’re feeling like a piece of crap
Rambling in a circle you are reaching the end step by step
It seems to be much less rugged when someone said
There was a guy who had ideas he never shared

Do you want to wait
Do you have the time
Have you already resigned
Do you want to waste
What is on your mind
Abandon your own design


3. BASTARD BRAIN

Everything’s blurry you no longer know what’s real
What is this slurry that you drink and think it’s a glass of beer
Always using whatever gets you high
Can’t you see that there’s something wrong inside

Where is the majesty of meaningful sessions
Now you are ingesting all chems at any occasion
Your head is only seldom clean
But purpose is clouded by daily routine

You know you can flee from your surroundings
But escaping your mind is different thing
You said you’ll know when it is time to stop
But now your will is not the force on top

It’s unbearable your life’s calling for a change
If you blame others, run away to place where you’ll be strange
Regardless of your whereabouts
The cause of trouble is still not rooted out

You know you can flee from your surroundings
But escaping your mind is different thing
You said you’ll know when it is time to stop
But now your will is not the force on top

Go reach your peak
Then you will see
In your depths are lurking many beasts
They always wait
And when you are not straight
On your darkest feelings they start to feast

You’re in a blind alley
You alone cannot find the way
Is it time to ask for help?
You don’t have to be ashamed
Because admitting our own fault
Can be the final frontier

This is dead end
This is the time
You should try to find a new starting line
Believe it’s never too late
Castles of sand
Washed off by brine
From the tears shed for the lost fake divines
You just must not fear the change

Advice is of no worth you need to have it first hand
Until you get hurt you’ll never fully understand

Every thought you have brought
Will remain saved in your brain
Sounds in head screaming mad
Even if you resist
You will be never the same
The tax for knowing more

You reached your peak
But now feel so weak
And it’s time to face your inner beasts
They always wait
And when you’re not straight
On your darkest feelings they start to feast

It’s unbearable your life’s calling for a change
If you blame others, run away to place where you’ll be strange
Regardless of your whereabouts
The cause of trouble is still not rooted out

You know you can flee from your surroundings
But escaping your mind is different thing
You said you’ll know when it is time to stop
But now your will is not the force on top

You know you can be on the run every day
May gods have mercy on your bastard brain
You know you can be on the run every day
May gods have mercy on your bastard brain

I cannot handle this situation
And they are after me for my debts
Last option hospitalization
Suddenly doesn’t look so bad
Specialized care and food for rations
Calm place to sort out the mess in head
Finally i will find consolation
Understanding i never had


4. SANATORIUM

The place where you can hide
To rid me of my ghosts
Drawn from the world outside
Among the things that i fear most

So when i put myself between these grey walls
Could i be also held here against my choice

Maybe every treatment will simply fail
If the environment is cold and pale
Maybe it's just for comfort of hypocrits so they
Don't have to put their eyes on „that bastard that is blocking their way"

We'll teach you what is true
Oh do you have the right
We'll soon get over you
Now when i can't fight

They bind you there at first, make your body weak
Then satisfy their thirst, mind is what they seek

No screams of anguish leak from this place
Just let me go
Those who don't fit dig their own lifetime graves
Blessed by the law

The drugs are slowly overwhelming
My resistance and will to live are fading

Cold showers quench all doubts
Sedatives ruin your guts
Confinement in small cell
Straight jacket tightened well

The sanatorium - you can't see the patient if it's the doctor's wish
The sanatorium - they won't help you find the path when you are lost in your head
The sanatorium - when they're finished there are no paths after it
The sanatorium - behind blooming gardens where human lives wither away


5. DOUBTS

Not that I would be any
Closer to find my course
The whole world is enemy
Contest of the predators

Is this the natural way to carry through personal interests?
It ain’t very conducive, that infamous survival of the fittest

There are many organisations
That proclaim they can save your butt
Yet don’t expect any redemption
They only want their cut

Anyway you’re free to explore
Whatever there might be in the core, but
Comprehension’s not guaranteed
Eventually you will also do
What you don’t want to be done to you, ‘cause
Circumstances change attitude

What is our chance
To emancipate
Wilfully tear down the gates of our fates‘ resemblance
To feel in our moods
Just the flavour of
Chemical mash in our body machines

What should I fill my time with now
To entertain myself before giving up
Something is pulling my leg
Telling me to take its hand
But if I give in will I still remain sane?

It’s better not to tell
Because it’s so hard to explain
All the disturbing thoughts, visions, parallels
Certain interests might want me in nut-house again

Situations are passing one another
With occasional discontinuities
Oscillation between observing and
Alteration of reality
Sometimes it doesn’t seem to be
Myself who is steering the wheel
Through how many veils my eyes really gaze?

No, I have seen too much to
Still believe in coincidence
Or that there’s nothing else but
What we normally sense

Idle are labels such as ‘blind fool’ or ‘paranoid’
Life just takes every chance to endure on the edge of void


6. REVELATION OF DREADS

Walking down the old familiar lane
Brings something new every time
Even if the street would be still the same
His eyes will differently shine

For a long time has he frantically traced
Some useless virtual goals
A fool would sow his dreams in future days
And wait while the time flows

All that happens is a matter of choice
And after doing something
For a hundredth time there’s no rejoice
Not even fear of the end blows up feelings

In his dreams he feels he’s not asleep
He’s itching after a rest
From himself and so he patiently keeps
Telling himself soothing tales

After we are materially raised we are on our own
Who is to teach us all the things that can’t be well explained or shown

Always being chased
By shadows of the past
He’s so scared to pace
The road to inner space
Endless rebuilding
Of the former shames
Meant to relieve him
He tries to rinse off sin

Unrest is endlessly screaming inside
Desperate chill in his eyes
But before putting an end to this life
He commits to a preacher and here’s his advice:

“you’d better reconsider
Before you pull the trigger
Consequence is immense..”
And some vague arguments
There’s no bad, there’s no good
There’s only what we approve
Voices fade in silence
Suddenly everything starts to make sense

From hell to paradise
Everything overlaps in us
And common alter ego to all is the universe

Always being chased
By shadows of past
Once in inner space
I’m turned about-face
Endless unveiling
Of some thwarting shells
The secret’s protected
As i’m made forget it

In search for identity the subject errs
As it tries to depict itself
Doomed to roam in a loop of patterns
That apparently never ends

We were thrown in this life
To find options how to thrive
Always scared to let go
What’s under our temporary control
But the more i get near
Deeper sense of ‘now and here’
Everything gets more weird
For the sake of sanity i conceal it all

All that’s certain is a motion and change
In the world of contraries
Now i utilize every new point of view
Whatever’s imaginable is true

After all there is the place that still waits
Where i cannot be not myself
Where everything exists at the same time
There is no dividing line between past and what’s to come
While actor, director and audience is one


7. REPENTANCE

(Instrumental)