Jensen - Guitars
Anders Bjorler - Guitars
Jonas Bjorler - Bass
Per Moller Jensen - Drums
Peter Polving - Vocals
Recorded in Studio Fredman February-March 2004
Produced by Fredrik Nordstrцm, Patrik J. Sten & The Haunted.
Engineered by Fredrik Nordstrцm, Patrik J. Sten.
Mixed & mastered by Tue Madsen at Antfarm Studio.
Also released as digipack. In this limited edition the song, "My Shadow", is
moved to track 13 as there are two bonus tracks:
11. Fire Alive (3:43)
12. Smut King (3:08)
Japanese Version contains "Fire Alive" and "Out of Reach" as bonus tracks.
1. No Compromise
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler]
We're untouchable, a breed of our own.
In kinship between those who live on the outside.
No expectations, no extra weight.
Only idiots nurture a dying dream.
Make no mistake.
A world separates our realities.
It'll all end in tear
s.
The remorseful subside & decline.
Generations of deadbeat passive receptacles.
Drooling in front of their glowing screens.
There is nothing to say.
Stand down.
We have nothing to prove.
Our statement is made:
[Chorus:]
We will not.
Give in, accept, comply.
No way out.
No compromise.
Stand up.
Face agony.
My life.
Can be more than a lie.
I pledge.
Allegiance to none.
My Life.
Is mine alone.
Caught between the percieved
And the physical facts.
They remain paralyzed.
An appropriate ending?
Life denied for a pale substitute
Ask me! I will answer you honestly.
Swear by the flag and the bible
And my own mothers grave.
If you get to the bitch before I do.
[Chorus:]
We will not.
Give in, accept, comply.
No way out.
No compromise.
2. 99
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: Jensen / A. Bjorler.]
A last minute decision.
Lay it all on the line.
Glasspipe recollections of antichrist.
The nominees all on fire.
Cash money upfront.
We're all part of the scam.
Dead stars at the end of the rope.
A fake miracle to behold.
Life is bright!
It'll take out your eyes!
Burn these lies!
Cut away the ties!
[Chorus:]
Ninety nine, ninety nine knives.
Ninety nine knives inside.
Ninety nine, ninety nine.
Ninety nine knives inside.
Separate the symptoms,
Drom the real disease.
A pale ghostlike rendition of consequence.
The irony covers the crime.
Reenact trauma.
A safe pattern to fuse.
Preetens giving head in the backroom.
A family built on abuse.
[Chorus:]
Ninety nine, ninety nine knives.
Ninety nine knives inside.
Ninety nine, ninety nine.
Ninety nine knives inside.
No one gets out alive!
3. Abysmal
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler / P. Dolving.]
[Dolving talks:]
Come a little bit closer.
So I can see what you taste like.
A pale face. A vision of suicide.
Dead ends and a St.Jude figurine.
Bury me in a shallow grave.
So the dogs can dig me out.
If I die tonight, well that suits me fine.
'Caus I'd be better off covered in lye.
[Chorus:]
This one is abysmal.
This one is a oneway ticket down.
Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but I lost that too.
So what am I gonna do?
I sold my soul for a reasonable stake.
The devil done paved the way.
And I'll claim the prize 'til the day I go,
When all hell comes to carry me home.
A beckoning shape. A crow to lead me on.
Lower me down below.
[Chorus:]
This one is abysmal.
This one is a oneway ticket down.
Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but I lost that too.
So what am I gonna do?
The Peripherol know the cold centre of hate,
It burns clean and kills the pain.
It'll cut you open and spit in your eyes.
A foul spectacle to behold.
A beckoning shape. A crow to lead me on.
Lower me down the hatch and swallow me whole.
Here I go...
4. Sabotage
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
It's biased. The facts all obscured.
Unrecognizable image of truth.
The masses comply.
While the cancer grows stronger corrupting the core.
Deny and disown.
A refusal to lose.
Undying conviction.
A war fought daily in secrecy sworn.
[Chorus:]
Sabotage. Overthrow.
Disobey and demolish.
Desecrate. Fuck it all.
Nothing is holy.
Nothing left to explore. A savage condition.
The monstrous becomes the official.
A permanent state. A condition of ignorant bliss.
Undo their main device.
[Chorus:]
Sabotage. Overthrow.
Disobey and demolish.
Desecrate. Fuck it all.
Smash it up. Disinform.
Redirect and confuse.
Never mind! Fuck it all.
Search and destroy!
So clean your hands.
And blame it all on dignity.
Cleancut perfection.
And highborn ideal.
(but) We're not born equal. I quote that and swear.
Their liberal bullshit is only a scam.
[Chorus:]
Sabotage. Overthrow.
Disobey the conform
Desecrate. Fuck it all.
Smash it up. Disinform.
Redirect and confuse.
Never mind! Fuck it all.
Search and destroy!
5. All Against All
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Shut your fucking mouth.
You don't know a single thing about me.
So I heard what you said when he walked away.
Don't you think I can add up the numbers.
It's a sour taste.
A knowledge I wish I've never gained.
So you think you could match me?
Well these are the things I see.
[Chorus:]
A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Scratch claw and scream.
'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
These are the words to justify
All against all.
I'm so sick and tired of it. Treat me like meat.
Tear me to pieces and feed the dogs.
A thousand polite tiny lies,
And I've memorized every single one of them.
Did you think for a second I'd give you a taste -
Well I'm sorry to say:
You could turn yourself inside out - I'd still walk away.
[Chorus:]
A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Scratch claw and scream.
'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
These are the words to justify
All against all.
Broken Promises.
Like ashes through my fingers.
It eats away my senses and my soul.
I wither - perhaps I said too much?
I just want somebody I can trust.
[Chorus:]
A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Scratch claw and scream.
'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
These are the words to justify
All against all.
6. Sweet Relief
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Contextualize it and justify,
As the passive servility eats you alive.
Like a japanese girl with a taste for absurdity,
Roped up and screaming for more.
In spineless decisions you cling to a lie.
A futile attempt to uphold your claim.
As a new generation of nihilist rage,
Get a grip on how to get shit done.
[Chorus:]
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
I survive trough the blaze of another day,
Lower down and hide.
Let me wake in a dream where you come undone -
Sweet relief.
Barter, compile it, package the scam.
Analyze the effects and the overall consequence.
Duping the masses. So fucking what.
You get what you give - I can see it now.
Bring in the puppets, turn on the light.
Round up the gullable sheep.
Deliver the drama. Fake and obscene.
The drug of a nation asleep.
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
Die please stop this. I'm begging you. Cease to breathe.
You are killing everything I love.
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
As the cane draws a line in the sands of time -
Blood covers bone.
In the eye of the dying I can read your toughts -
Guilty as charged.
Guinea pigs all.
Selfless and blind.
An effortless crime.
No wonder it's all going down.
7. Burnt To A Shell
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: Jensen.]
[Dolving talks:]
It's been a long cold lonely ride.
The blood takes the lead on down the line.
Some knew it well, some never tried.
To go down that dark and crooked mile...
I've seen his weary eyes. I've walked that feed kill chain.
My love it's been a while but I'll be there again.
[Chorus:]
So when I die, lead my remains into the fire.
So that my soul flies, and I reach the end of the line.
Burnt to a shell...
I know a deep dark secret - I know a lie.
I learned well how to bend brake steal and pry.
But in the back of my mind I allways knew -
It only hurts awhile 'til it burns you through...
Sen me another mile down. Complete the divine.
Everything must go. I'll know when it's my turn to ride.
[Chorus:]
So when I die, lead my remains into the fire.
So that my soul flies, and I reach the end of the line.
Burnt to a shell...
Hell is my desire for truth and pride.
I will love.
I will live.
I will not be controlled no more.
[Chorus:]
So when I die, lead my remains into the fire.
So that my soul flies, and I reach the end of the line.
Burnt to a shell...
8. Who Will Decide
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: J. Bjorler / A. Bjorler, Guest vocals: Lou Keller from Sick Of It All]
Don't hold your breath for a new revolution.
The future is wasted on petty fraud.
A grade A average with perfect skin,
Fight for a freedom to choose - between shit and more shit.
Truth - To what use?
Trust - Whom to?
Within these confinements, a word will spread like fire.
[Chorus:]
So stand your ground! - Choose your direction!
Who will decide?
Facing the facts - The liey!
Who will decide?
These are the victims - These are the crimes!
Who will decide?
If you give up the fight...
Who will decide?
Exploit! Suck out the marrow - Suck out the bones.
Drain it! - A negative Image.
Roots upturned - A palace of mirrors.
[Chorus:]
So stand your ground! - Choose your direction!
Who will decide?
Facing the facts - They lie!
Who will decide?
These are the victims - These are the crimes!
Who will decide?
If you give up the fight...
Who will decide?
Social movement my ass! Most of us can barely read,
And the rest all belive in the gospel of corporate truth.
Skewared and screened infotainment to uphold,
And magnify the frail myth of modern democracy.
We all know the construction and why it prevails.
[Chorus:]
So stand your ground! - Choose your direction!
Who will decide?
Facing the facts - They lie!
Who will decide?
These are the victims - These are the crimes!
Who will decide?
If you give up the fight...
Who will decide?
9. Nothing Right
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: Jensen.]
Hey hey, what do you say?
Do you want to be a part of the freakshow?
Look at 'em go. Evade, dodge. Collide and connect.
A split lip, a low kick. A moment of truth.
Deep down we all know what it means.
It's an animal urge to defy what you see.
But it's real. Right now I can almost relate.
A split second I can almost belive.
[Chorus:]
Right? Nothing. Right? Let's die just a little tonight.
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right!
Bruised knuckles and a gallon of gasoline.
Homocide rape and abuse.
Forcefed on a diet of hatred.
Shove it in. Shove it in. Shove it in. PUKE!
My life it will only begin when I finally see you go.
I will celebrate death - a divine pure grace -
To liberate me, and erase you.
[Chorus:]
Right? Nothing. Right? Lets die just a little tonight.
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right!
Hate me I will be fine.
Encourage me - and die.
[Chorus:]
Right? Nothing. Right? Lets die just a little tonight.
(Nothing you say matters)
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right!(Erase)
Nothing's right.
10. Liquid Burns
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: J. Bjorler / A. Bjorler.]
So you say I betrayed you, well ain't that a bitch.
Did you ever once ask yourself why?
She whispered secrets to me that you made her swear,
She would never once speak.
By God! What a beautiful thing to behold.
A scene of submissive perversion.
Complete in devotion. A frozen moment of hell.
Pressurize it and saviour the taste.
It lingers. The taste of failure.
I Drink Drown.
[Chorus:]
The whisky burns away the pain.
A liquid clarity.
Through absolute corruption.
I reach a peace inside - I know what's mine.
It's a redneck treasure it comes with the blood.
And we pass it on down.
Still you can't understand what you could have had -
'til you lose it for good.
Baptized exhumed.
Nothing compares.
I Drink Drown.
[Chorus:]
The whisky burns away the pain.
A liquid clarity.
Through absolute corruption.
I reach a peace inside - I know what's mine.
11. Fire Alive
[Limited Edition Bonus Song.]
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Wake up screaming. Reaching out through despair.
The images linger. Memories like nails.
Violation. Stink of faeces.
Desecration of life.
A burning sky. The day blackened by shame.
[Chorus:]
The cover the lies.
Cover the mind's eye.
I am become - A Fire Alive.
They sever the faith.
Sever the soul sight -
And raise a fire.
A Fire Alive.
Facing death without a sign of life.
The empty gaze of a child branded by psychosis.
Staring blindly into the mortal wounds.
Dollparts, served flesh, the dead and the dying.
[Chorus:]
The cover the lies.
Cover the mind's eye.
I am become - A Fire Alive.
They sever the faith.
Sever the soul sight -
And raise a fire.
A Fire Alive.
Why O' shaab al-saffah?
I will see you when I go -
Into the fire, into the roaring sun.
So say your prayers and and your goodbyes.
Prepare to face the lord.
For in this my final act God speaks his shame.
His incarnation is hell.
It'll tear you to shreads.
It'll rip your souls to pieces.
Incenerate.
Flesh into ashes.
Fire...
A Fire Alive.
12. Smut King
[Limited Edition Bonus Song.]
(Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: Jensen.)
Ravaged. Scarred.
Book me in. Imperial suit.
Twenty four hours, hell no! Make it a week.
A fashion depravation.
A skin-flick fantasy.
The anastesia won't help you now.
Now dig this; Supply ME!
A mouthful of absolutely NOTHING!
Now understand - I owe you nothing.
A tremble.
Beads of sweat
Well paid
Wash it off
Burrrn the evidence
What goes around comes around
It's in the works:
A cellular collapse
Burning human antidote
Condone it
Promote selfextinction
Shot. Ripped. Fucked.
13. My Shadow
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Kille me I'm useless.
Cauterize life itself.
Abuse and outshine one another.
Last one down lives forever.
I swallow the fear.
It's darkness and chemical time.
These walls have eyes.
A love like crime.
[Chorus:]
Seal the absence of my shadow.
All my dreams condoning arrows.
Killing my defiance and,
Unwind the broken wires in me.
She said my obsessions would lead me to hell.
That the flesh is weak - now just watch how.
Unheard by God
Lysergic propulsion. Teen nymphomania.
Neural deficiencies and stray dog values.
Abandon Me
Blasting trough the normative. Surrender is useless,
It won't take the pressure of.
Inherit the lie
So tell me. Do you spit or swallow?
A dying light
Fading
Why?
[Chorus:]
Seal the absence of my shadow.
All my dreams condoning arrows.
Killing my defiance and,
Unwind the broken wires in me.
Drained I lay. Branded for life. My shadow fades.
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The remorseful subside & decline.
Generations of deadbeat passive receptacles.
Drooling in front of their glowing screens.
There is nothing to say.
Stand down.
We have nothing to prove.
Our statement is made:
[Chorus:]
We will not.
Give in, accept, comply.
No way out.
No compromise.
Stand up.
Face agony.
My life.
Can be more than a lie.
I pledge.
Allegiance to none.
My Life.
Is mine alone.
Caught between the percieved
And the physical facts.
They remain paralyzed.
An appropriate ending?
Life denied for a pale substitute
Ask me! I will answer you honestly.
Swear by the flag and the bible
And my own mothers grave.
If you get to the bitch before I do.
[Chorus:]
We will not.
Give in, accept, comply.
No way out.
No compromise.
2. 99
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: Jensen / A. Bjorler.]
A last minute decision.
Lay it all on the line.
Glasspipe recollections of antichrist.
The nominees all on fire.
Cash money upfront.
We're all part of the scam.
Dead stars at the end of the rope.
A fake miracle to behold.
Life is bright!
It'll take out your eyes!
Burn these lies!
Cut away the ties!
[Chorus:]
Ninety nine, ninety nine knives.
Ninety nine knives inside.
Ninety nine, ninety nine.
Ninety nine knives inside.
Separate the symptoms,
Drom the real disease.
A pale ghostlike rendition of consequence.
The irony covers the crime.
Reenact trauma.
A safe pattern to fuse.
Preetens giving head in the backroom.
A family built on abuse.
[Chorus:]
Ninety nine, ninety nine knives.
Ninety nine knives inside.
Ninety nine, ninety nine.
Ninety nine knives inside.
No one gets out alive!
3. Abysmal
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler / P. Dolving.]
[Dolving talks:]
Come a little bit closer.
So I can see what you taste like.
A pale face. A vision of suicide.
Dead ends and a St.Jude figurine.
Bury me in a shallow grave.
So the dogs can dig me out.
If I die tonight, well that suits me fine.
'Caus I'd be better off covered in lye.
[Chorus:]
This one is abysmal.
This one is a oneway ticket down.
Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but I lost that too.
So what am I gonna do?
I sold my soul for a reasonable stake.
The devil done paved the way.
And I'll claim the prize 'til the day I go,
When all hell comes to carry me home.
A beckoning shape. A crow to lead me on.
Lower me down below.
[Chorus:]
This one is abysmal.
This one is a oneway ticket down.
Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but I lost that too.
So what am I gonna do?
The Peripherol know the cold centre of hate,
It burns clean and kills the pain.
It'll cut you open and spit in your eyes.
A foul spectacle to behold.
A beckoning shape. A crow to lead me on.
Lower me down the hatch and swallow me whole.
Here I go...
4. Sabotage
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
It's biased. The facts all obscured.
Unrecognizable image of truth.
The masses comply.
While the cancer grows stronger corrupting the core.
Deny and disown.
A refusal to lose.
Undying conviction.
A war fought daily in secrecy sworn.
[Chorus:]
Sabotage. Overthrow.
Disobey and demolish.
Desecrate. Fuck it all.
Nothing is holy.
Nothing left to explore. A savage condition.
The monstrous becomes the official.
A permanent state. A condition of ignorant bliss.
Undo their main device.
[Chorus:]
Sabotage. Overthrow.
Disobey and demolish.
Desecrate. Fuck it all.
Smash it up. Disinform.
Redirect and confuse.
Never mind! Fuck it all.
Search and destroy!
So clean your hands.
And blame it all on dignity.
Cleancut perfection.
And highborn ideal.
(but) We're not born equal. I quote that and swear.
Their liberal bullshit is only a scam.
[Chorus:]
Sabotage. Overthrow.
Disobey the conform
Desecrate. Fuck it all.
Smash it up. Disinform.
Redirect and confuse.
Never mind! Fuck it all.
Search and destroy!
5. All Against All
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Shut your fucking mouth.
You don't know a single thing about me.
So I heard what you said when he walked away.
Don't you think I can add up the numbers.
It's a sour taste.
A knowledge I wish I've never gained.
So you think you could match me?
Well these are the things I see.
[Chorus:]
A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Scratch claw and scream.
'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
These are the words to justify
All against all.
I'm so sick and tired of it. Treat me like meat.
Tear me to pieces and feed the dogs.
A thousand polite tiny lies,
And I've memorized every single one of them.
Did you think for a second I'd give you a taste -
Well I'm sorry to say:
You could turn yourself inside out - I'd still walk away.
[Chorus:]
A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Scratch claw and scream.
'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
These are the words to justify
All against all.
Broken Promises.
Like ashes through my fingers.
It eats away my senses and my soul.
I wither - perhaps I said too much?
I just want somebody I can trust.
[Chorus:]
A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Scratch claw and scream.
'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
These are the words to justify
All against all.
6. Sweet Relief
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Contextualize it and justify,
As the passive servility eats you alive.
Like a japanese girl with a taste for absurdity,
Roped up and screaming for more.
In spineless decisions you cling to a lie.
A futile attempt to uphold your claim.
As a new generation of nihilist rage,
Get a grip on how to get shit done.
[Chorus:]
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
I survive trough the blaze of another day,
Lower down and hide.
Let me wake in a dream where you come undone -
Sweet relief.
Barter, compile it, package the scam.
Analyze the effects and the overall consequence.
Duping the masses. So fucking what.
You get what you give - I can see it now.
Bring in the puppets, turn on the light.
Round up the gullable sheep.
Deliver the drama. Fake and obscene.
The drug of a nation asleep.
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
Die please stop this. I'm begging you. Cease to breathe.
You are killing everything I love.
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
As the cane draws a line in the sands of time -
Blood covers bone.
In the eye of the dying I can read your toughts -
Guilty as charged.
Guinea pigs all.
Selfless and blind.
An effortless crime.
No wonder it's all going down.
7. Burnt To A Shell
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: Jensen.]
[Dolving talks:]
It's been a long cold lonely ride.
The blood takes the lead on down the line.
Some knew it well, some never tried.
To go down that dark and crooked mile...
I've seen his weary eyes. I've walked that feed kill chain.
My love it's been a while but I'll be there again.
[Chorus:]
So when I die, lead my remains into the fire.
So that my soul flies, and I reach the end of the line.
Burnt to a shell...
I know a deep dark secret - I know a lie.
I learned well how to bend brake steal and pry.
But in the back of my mind I allways knew -
It only hurts awhile 'til it burns you through...
Sen me another mile down. Complete the divine.
Everything must go. I'll know when it's my turn to ride.
[Chorus:]
So when I die, lead my remains into the fire.
So that my soul flies, and I reach the end of the line.
Burnt to a shell...
Hell is my desire for truth and pride.
I will love.
I will live.
I will not be controlled no more.
[Chorus:]
So when I die, lead my remains into the fire.
So that my soul flies, and I reach the end of the line.
Burnt to a shell...
8. Who Will Decide
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: J. Bjorler / A. Bjorler, Guest vocals: Lou Keller from Sick Of It All]
Don't hold your breath for a new revolution.
The future is wasted on petty fraud.
A grade A average with perfect skin,
Fight for a freedom to choose - between shit and more shit.
Truth - To what use?
Trust - Whom to?
Within these confinements, a word will spread like fire.
[Chorus:]
So stand your ground! - Choose your direction!
Who will decide?
Facing the facts - The liey!
Who will decide?
These are the victims - These are the crimes!
Who will decide?
If you give up the fight...
Who will decide?
Exploit! Suck out the marrow - Suck out the bones.
Drain it! - A negative Image.
Roots upturned - A palace of mirrors.
[Chorus:]
So stand your ground! - Choose your direction!
Who will decide?
Facing the facts - They lie!
Who will decide?
These are the victims - These are the crimes!
Who will decide?
If you give up the fight...
Who will decide?
Social movement my ass! Most of us can barely read,
And the rest all belive in the gospel of corporate truth.
Skewared and screened infotainment to uphold,
And magnify the frail myth of modern democracy.
We all know the construction and why it prevails.
[Chorus:]
So stand your ground! - Choose your direction!
Who will decide?
Facing the facts - They lie!
Who will decide?
These are the victims - These are the crimes!
Who will decide?
If you give up the fight...
Who will decide?
9. Nothing Right
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: Jensen.]
Hey hey, what do you say?
Do you want to be a part of the freakshow?
Look at 'em go. Evade, dodge. Collide and connect.
A split lip, a low kick. A moment of truth.
Deep down we all know what it means.
It's an animal urge to defy what you see.
But it's real. Right now I can almost relate.
A split second I can almost belive.
[Chorus:]
Right? Nothing. Right? Let's die just a little tonight.
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right!
Bruised knuckles and a gallon of gasoline.
Homocide rape and abuse.
Forcefed on a diet of hatred.
Shove it in. Shove it in. Shove it in. PUKE!
My life it will only begin when I finally see you go.
I will celebrate death - a divine pure grace -
To liberate me, and erase you.
[Chorus:]
Right? Nothing. Right? Lets die just a little tonight.
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right!
Hate me I will be fine.
Encourage me - and die.
[Chorus:]
Right? Nothing. Right? Lets die just a little tonight.
(Nothing you say matters)
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right!(Erase)
Nothing's right.
10. Liquid Burns
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: J. Bjorler / A. Bjorler.]
So you say I betrayed you, well ain't that a bitch.
Did you ever once ask yourself why?
She whispered secrets to me that you made her swear,
She would never once speak.
By God! What a beautiful thing to behold.
A scene of submissive perversion.
Complete in devotion. A frozen moment of hell.
Pressurize it and saviour the taste.
It lingers. The taste of failure.
I Drink Drown.
[Chorus:]
The whisky burns away the pain.
A liquid clarity.
Through absolute corruption.
I reach a peace inside - I know what's mine.
It's a redneck treasure it comes with the blood.
And we pass it on down.
Still you can't understand what you could have had -
'til you lose it for good.
Baptized exhumed.
Nothing compares.
I Drink Drown.
[Chorus:]
The whisky burns away the pain.
A liquid clarity.
Through absolute corruption.
I reach a peace inside - I know what's mine.
11. Fire Alive
[Limited Edition Bonus Song.]
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Wake up screaming. Reaching out through despair.
The images linger. Memories like nails.
Violation. Stink of faeces.
Desecration of life.
A burning sky. The day blackened by shame.
[Chorus:]
The cover the lies.
Cover the mind's eye.
I am become - A Fire Alive.
They sever the faith.
Sever the soul sight -
And raise a fire.
A Fire Alive.
Facing death without a sign of life.
The empty gaze of a child branded by psychosis.
Staring blindly into the mortal wounds.
Dollparts, served flesh, the dead and the dying.
[Chorus:]
The cover the lies.
Cover the mind's eye.
I am become - A Fire Alive.
They sever the faith.
Sever the soul sight -
And raise a fire.
A Fire Alive.
Why O' shaab al-saffah?
I will see you when I go -
Into the fire, into the roaring sun.
So say your prayers and and your goodbyes.
Prepare to face the lord.
For in this my final act God speaks his shame.
His incarnation is hell.
It'll tear you to shreads.
It'll rip your souls to pieces.
Incenerate.
Flesh into ashes.
Fire...
A Fire Alive.
12. Smut King
[Limited Edition Bonus Song.]
(Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: Jensen.)
Ravaged. Scarred.
Book me in. Imperial suit.
Twenty four hours, hell no! Make it a week.
A fashion depravation.
A skin-flick fantasy.
The anastesia won't help you now.
Slip it in.
Lashmarks. Cigaretteburns.
Cumstains. Lipstick traces.
Rehab. Therapy.
I collapse. Breakdown.
Sexdrive. Transform.
Anti-lifeform.
Slip it in.
Now dig this; Supply ME!
A mouthful of absolutely NOTHING!
Now understand - I owe you nothing.
A tremble.
Beads of sweat
Well paid
Wash it off
Burrrn the evidence
What goes around comes around
It's in the works:
A cellular collapse
Burning human antidote
Condone it
Promote selfextinction
Shot. Ripped. Fucked.
13. My Shadow
[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Kille me I'm useless.
Cauterize life itself.
Abuse and outshine one another.
Last one down lives forever.
I swallow the fear.
It's darkness and chemical time.
These walls have eyes.
A love like crime.
[Chorus:]
Seal the absence of my shadow.
All my dreams condoning arrows.
Killing my defiance and,
Unwind the broken wires in me.
She said my obsessions would lead me to hell.
That the flesh is weak - now just watch how.
Unheard by God
Lysergic propulsion. Teen nymphomania.
Neural deficiencies and stray dog values.
Abandon Me
Blasting trough the normative. Surrender is useless,
It won't take the pressure of.
Inherit the lie
So tell me. Do you spit or swallow?
A dying light
Fading
Why?
[Chorus:]
Seal the absence of my shadow.
All my dreams condoning arrows.
Killing my defiance and,
Unwind the broken wires in me.
Drained I lay. Branded for life. My shadow fades.