1. HISTORY WRITER

Screams of pain flowin' through my eardrums,
A shot to the chest to crush your demon lungs.
Anxiety risin' through my pumpin' heartbeat,
I'm fuckin' you up but you're just dead meat.

At the dinner table chose sacrifices,
Turn the page and start a brand new chapter.
The man walks in to kiss her lips,
I see her now, but what is after.

The history writer has decided,
War will go, death will flow.
He doesn't realise what he's said,
Fear is here, it's so sincere.
It's decided, fear is here.
He's decided, It's so sincere.

Conscience comes to take over my brain,
Explosions come nearer become more inane.
Brutality I'm told is to come outa my skin,
No matter what happens, he shall win.

At the dinner table chose sacrifices,
Turn the page and start a brand new chapter.
The man walks in to kiss her lips,
I see her now, but what is after.

The history writer has decided,
War will go, death will flow.
He doesn't realise what he's said,
Fear is here, it's so sincere.
It's decided, fear is here.
He's decided, It's so sincere.

The crater in the floor, reads my sacrifice.
The books show that I walked on.
I opened the door and I kissed her lips.
His punishments near, and I want him gone.


2. MAD SHADOWS

Silence ensues, thinkin' prevails,
Ignorant conversation's thick and thin.
Battered fists are laid to rest,
The night has ended and begins to dim.
Scapegoats are found, reasons unbound,
Excuses to what comes next.
She lays alone, in her bed alone,
My comfort around me is less and less

Life is runnin' away from me.
The god's are against my salacity.
Cannot feel my body its numb.
This dream is over and done.
The loneliness is becoming crowded.
Cannot breathe for all the voices.
A dark shadow casts over my glare.
Do you fight back, do you dare.

I wanna bleed, I wanna maim.
Wanna ruin the face of that fuckin'dame.
Her heart is black, drown her in a sack.
I'm the grim reaper and I'm out to get ya.

Rebelling words, political uplift,
Anything done to make me feel alive.
I walk around in a heavy hate,
I see the pain on his face and I ask why, why, why.
His angry mind, his fist of rage,
Push back the walls.
He finds a saithe, he needs sharpenin'
You all know it I'm gonna win.

Life is runnin' away from me.
The god's are against my salacity.
Cannot feel my body its numb.
This dream is over and done.
The loneliness is becoming crowded.
Cannot breathe for all the voices.
A dark shadow casts over my glare.
Do you fight back, do you dare.

I wanna bleed, I wanna maim.
Wanna ruin the face of that fuckin'dame.
Her heart is black, drown her in a sack.
I'm the grim reaper and I'm out to get ya.

I wanna bleed, I wanna maim.
Wanna ruin the face of that fuckin'dame.
Her heart is black, drown her in a sack.
I'm the grim reaper and I'm out to get ya.


3. PSYCHOSOMATICA

The ESP is pumpin' hard to the top of the volume,
heads rockin', heads rollin'
The bass lines shake the room.
Headphones throw your body into disarray,
the power's hard, it's deafening,
you run out of things to say.
You're drivin' fast down the highway off to see the show,
There's baited breath, careless madness,
The metal's ready to go.
Adrenaline pumps, side to side, no control on the wheel,
You never care, you never will,
You know you're gonna feel.

Your muscles begin to sharpen,
You want to lose your mind.
Your energy will send you wild,
Psychosomatica

There's headbangin', a pit of pain, and rips in your leather,
You swing your arms, there's unity,
All psycho's brought together.
Sweat pours down your face, as you take the metal in,
Passion in the air, there is no mercy,
These lights will never dim.
Communication from the god's, you'll do what they say,
They jump with you, you jump with them,
Tonight you'll have your way.
The drums roll on in your gut as you shout out their name,
You live the solo, in your soul,
You'll die for that stage.

Your muscles begin to sharpen,
You want to lose your mind.
Your energy will send you wild,
Psychosomatica


4. TUNNEL VISION

Get out my box of joy,
Don't fuck my brand new toy.
Magic man provides salvation,
Look forward to annihilation.
Energy bangs through my veins,
Each hit won't be the same.
Unplugged to a new dimension,
With various interpretations.

Total addiction,
Want to rearrange.
Conscious intention,
Understandings fade.
Total addiction,
Want to rearrange.
Conscious intention,
Understandings fade.

I wanna fix now,
I need a fix now.
I wanna fix now,
I can't see I'm fallin' down.
I wanna fix now,
I need a fix now.
I wanna fix now,
I can't see I'm fallin' down.

Continue your love/hate relationship,
How long 'til my next kick.
More piercing, darting happiness,
Through my eyes, I see less.
Gnawing away at your nervousness,
You hate your body, and what is left.

Total addiction,
Want to rearrange.
Conscious intention,
Understandings fade.
Total addiction,
Want to rearrange.
Conscious intention,
Understandings fade.

I wanna fix now,
I need a fix now.
I wanna fix now,
I can't see I'm fallin' down.
I wanna fix now,
I need a fix now.
I wanna fix now,
I can't see I'm fallin' down.


5. SPITTING BLOOD

Pushed over here,
This is what I'll do.
Turn you into metal,
Rock to something new.
You tie me in your mind,
So we shall never die.
I look for brand new tastes,
I could just say goodbye.

Now I feel this lump in my throat,
You're sitting there as I want you to choke.
I don't want to bury your soul,
Nor do I wanna stay in this hole.

I'm spitting blood
I'm spitting blood
I'm spitting blood
I should have won.
I'm spitting blood
I'm spitting blood
I'm spitting blood
It will be done

The thoughts and images,
Your visions down there.
Deep in your world,
Rolling in pain and pleasure.
Bore me with your demeanour,
Make me psychosomatic.
To succeed makes me keener,
My skin is becoming thick.

This lump still lingering in my throat,
Yet you still have not choked.
Screw your body and your soul,
So I continue outa this hole.

I'm spitting blood
I'm spitting blood
I'm spitting blood
I should have won.
I'm spitting blood
I'm spitting blood
I'm spitting blood
It will be done

You tighten the grip around the throat.
He rolls around, tryin' to throw you off.
But your mind is sick in a different zone.
Rip off his skin down to the bone.
The glass smashes against the skull,
The blood pours onto the floor,
But it's all the same,
It is so damn dull.
Punches thrown left and right,
Run straight through him.
Switch off your conscience,
Fuck him up tonight.


6. THE GHOST IN THE MACHINE

Grasping to what is real,
Is this what happens when I wanna feel.
A culmination of a thousand senses,
When we walk around all defenceless.

Something above informing behaviour,
Bolts in my neck, keep me together.
My master accounting, for my intelligence,
Why on this earth have I been sent.

Where did these feelings come from,
Painful realisation.
How do they last for so long,
Uncertain destination.

I'm growin' away from intentionality,
No question to ask of my true reality.
Programmed into expected behaviour,
Marching towards an intended endeavour.

Units connect make the individual,
Who will ever know what creates my fuel.
My concept of mind has now finished,
But the ghost in the machine will never diminish.

Where did these feelings come from,
Painful realisation.
How do they last for so long,
Uncertain destination.

Electric impulses,
Compulsive loneliness.

New born emotion,
One way devotion.

Electric impulses,
Compulsive loneliness.