Tracks

01. Closing in
02. Cell
03. Vanish In The Absence Of Virtue
04. Basement Corridors
05. Ion
06. Generally More Worried Than Married
07. Path Of The Righteous
08. Dead Man's Creek
09. Titan Transcendence
11. By The Banks Of Pandemonium



01. Closing in

Where there used to be a wax-candle
Blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man
Working in the shadows of a midnight land
Where words were sealed with feathers on
Rough papers like a symbol of the present
Madness and its demand this absence
Is more than I can handle in lack of a
Seven inch candle desperately waiting for a
Woman to abuse me and amuse me with sharpened
Fingernails - thorns in modeled trance

I would like to crawl underneath your
Skin revel in forbidden and ferocious
Sin touch your breath feel the
Satisfaction - there is nothing like a stunning
Piece of nighttime attraction we would
Bring in some species of nature - if you
Were closer now - throw them right
Across this room - if you were closer now
(???) the laws no words upon our lips -
If you were present now - celebrate our
Presence until now - I feel you're
closing in somehow

Join in - the mysteries of heaven
Miserable, optional doors maybe sell
Our fortune to a devil on the way
Abusement that turn us into slaves

A song about the words so commercially
Despised - prostitution trapped them in a
Corner of my life - lines
Though I know a place where
They still can be written down and
Blossom like only spring can do when winter
Has been around So come with me and
The pleasures of mine - we'll walk the
Drawn fields, expose the secrets of life

There is no simple desire
Only harvesting of your rare fruit
To many words I cannot put words to
To many movements I cannot hide


02. Cell

I want to flee
A pause from the dim
Where are the thought that I saved?
Trapped in an old silent film

They runned the usual tests
Tiny, tiny veins
Yet flow so constant and strong
I saw my life in red

They'll never forget
These cells of mine
How can they forgive
That I figured the code they carried

I want to flee
A pause from the dim
He gave me a stone
And I went to sleep


03. Vanish In The Absence Of Virtue

I spoke so well that evening
I sang so well of light
Wish I may wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight

The more we sang of wonders
The more we drank our wine
Suddenly a ghost appeared
The clock sang number nine

We spoke from end of table
His majesty, the chief
- You shall take what you deserve
From comfort and relief

This words combined with manhood
- In alcohol entwined -
Made all the saying into jokes
And good eyes into blind

I tried to taste their warfare
- My lips could barely move
When I did as much as I could do
To fit into their groove

But as it proved impossible
To satisfy their needs
I solved my little problem
And accomplished all my deeds

For I spoke so well that evening
I sang so well that night
Wish I would
Wish I could be swallowed
By your light


04. Basement Corridors

Words can never justify
That I have never spoken
Communication broken
I try to understand
My wordless, little language
Is all you'll ever need
To reach the bottom of my basement

She'll guide you through her midnight hall
And offer you a place on the
Gallery wall
Perhaps you'll hear 'bout our history
She quotes from texts on papyrus
You gladly follow when she takes
Your hand and lead you further down
The corridor

You peeled the fruit but threw away
The stones
did it taste sweet?


05. Ion

Here I am
Back again to save you
I am the incarnation of all that is pure
Of all that is you
The island in your ocean so cruel
I am warmth
Your guiding star and the wheel in your car
I am all that you are
And you will never get far
Without my presence

But you can never have me
The words I bring and the song I sing
- Chaos cannot charge the breed of order
You'll never be able to reach me
The tales I tell of our stereo-hell
- We're doomed to be a first decree of murder

This is how I want it to be
I cannot escape and you will never get
Rid of me We ride the
Decadence of culmination
Tomorrow we may hunt down revelation
If tomorrow comes
For the chosen ones...

We are the poles and the world is our feast


06. Generally More Worried Than Married

What is addiction with absence of drug
What is grey without the presence of white
Days remain hollow with absence of night

When I fell into my absence and knew
Not what to do
I made a can of coffee - smoked a
Cigarette or two This is like a
Hunger - This day is lake a feast
A last supper to materialize the
Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet

She lives in the attic
- A floor in between
My room and the comets -
Of chaos and dreams

I'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell
Of morning - where the sound of her
Footsteps can comfort and cure

It takes quite a while to get things
In perspective A bleak, colored tile
Upon the wall - so pale and objective
But how would I gain from this knowledge
When I know not where to go


07. Path Of The Righteous

Empty...
It cuts me like a razor
I am feeling cold as ice
Deep into the brain I can see
The skin of an old man
I am trying to understand
These strange eyes
End the voices in my head
Your arrows have touched me
Your right hand is too heavy on me
Because you are punished
You're indignant
There is nothing fresh on my body
Bleeding wounds are killing me
Release me from my hate
End, show me the way
Out of this pain
In the shadow of your wings
I seek humankind shelter
I can see the earth
I can see the sun
Everything is clear in my heart
I can see the moon
I can see the son
Everything is clear in my world


08. Dead Man's Creek

We've got electric light - electric sight
Electric mother river
You float on down from town to town where they
Think they are in a certain charge
Moody angels and a little tree-goat
- We might even try and we might even float
Far up in the sky where mother Sun put her rays
We can see the garden flow with its electric face
And the knowledge we gained from clouds
Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle
To gather up some rain
C'mon, the river rape them
- Slaves of the moon
And the monster will turn up in the end
To settle down next June

So, why do they strive across their stream of lies
For they might turn vital, mean and wild
And we'll turn them into matchsticks that'll burn
Them 'till they die

I will leave far tonight You'd better find another
Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment...
Through and through


09. Titan Transcendence

One week have passed, my weary widow
- Perfume for the harbor-boat
Relieve me from your neck of marble
Release me when your limbs afloat

Follow yours and catch the diamonds
Before all hell reveals to thee
I cannot strive for understanding
As there is nothing more for me

I will never feel one moments sadness
For the days we never shared
As I have left the grip of changes
With you, my everlasting madness


11. By The Banks Of Pandemonium

I urged for a walk in the garden on a tranquil
Dawn in June The silence caused by man himself
And chaos by the moon The snake was dragged
In leather black - as draped in common conscience
Aesthetically he crawled away from a neighborhood
Of nonsense

Materialized a howling dog neglected by the
Captain's log and flogged into obedience
- Now he's my brother too

Down along the banks there was this brittle, little
Girl that never begged to be released into a
Derailed world Being chained to the lies of
A universal order she's now - like the snake +
Dog - my innocent, pre-whacked brother

But the grass is still green
- If you know what I mean
(Just like the blood runs red
And you know you are a-dying)
With a head filled to the brim
Of their legalized lead
For when the heat becomes to heavy
They will pack their bags and leave
You easily reveal the sins of brothers so naive
(This fable is a damned one - you will
damn it, believe...)