Альбом In Flames

Do you feel anything at all?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of....?
It's life-the the dark that binds you

Frigthened by your own smell
Bitternes will run you through

Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left

Do you wish to sleep?
Do you aim for the shadow?
Do you feel infected?
It's life-the the dark that binds you

Frigthened by your own smell
Bitternes will run you through

Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left

It's the cowardice that pulls you under
And takes you to the end, where it begins
Release, the world is waiting on your arrival
Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride

Do you know about atrocity?
Do you know that everbody's gone?
Do you know that you're on your own?
It's life-the the dark that binds you

Frigthened by your own smell
Bitternes will run you through

Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left

I demand nothing
But I want it all
What privillege do we get under the sun,
That gives us the right to the throne

Species come and go,but the earth stands forever fast,
All river runs towards the sea, but the sea is never full,
To discover the loneliness, and to be proud to show the wounds,
Will forever wander alone through the years?

But I wont let you near,begging for you to understand,
The fear that lives in my soul which is an untouched spring

Read, what is written on the silent mouth,
What is written in the soul,
For which is written in the shining silence,
We all have to read

My body will be bent from the burdens,
When the shaking floor of life force,
Reveals it's chasm underneath,
If only one could be two steps ahead

I often dream of huge numb buildings
jet-black sinister architecture
being installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so sudden
that few would take notice

And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one
imagining its weight its silence
and the absence of excuses for a havoced life
and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone

Jotun

A body of black
that carried no reflection
defying its own room
un-earthly eggs of decreation

There would be colonies
mushroom-scattered forever out of context
rising spores from a dying world
to pollute to chase away whatґs left

Sun-white pulverised desert stone
and serpentine lizard mouths
Pales away the pyramids
rewriting 4500 years of history
raping the statue of liberty
outplays the acropolis
inverting the fjords
invades the n y skyline to
dream its own existence in one single final word

Jotun

Can we identify them
as the flint buried in our reptile skulls
or the time-bomb coded in our dna

Shame marries the guilt
introduces itself to the
concept of total loneliness
Sensations repressed
make friends with
Suicidia, and
and here the leeches begin to
suck away the lust for life

Escape takes lead
into a world unknown uncontrolled by all
where borders are erased and potential infinite
Chosen cells, glands and transmittors
blast the body with joy
Astral feet running
up to dimensions covered with gold
stairs of glowing electroplasma
safir onyx and buzzing vibrations
A dead menґs banquet
food for the gods

Thereґs only 1 real world
our earth is but a shadow
Created from a childґs heart, a living jewel
from now on abode for a soul in its setting

Escape takes lead
into a world unknown uncontrolled by all
where borders are erased and potential infinite
Chosen cells, glands and transmittors
blast the body with joy
Astral feet running
up to dimensions covered with gold
stairs of glowing electroplasma
safir onyx and buzzing vibrations
A dead menґs banquet
food for the gods

Cutting the bloodline
re-tie the bleeding roots
to heavenly ship of glass
and let it drift in passive arrogance
in a one-word dialogue with the stars

Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
carried my cross to the hill

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
taste of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and the fire
to steal of the colors-I'm the moonshield

Shattered hope became my guide
and grief and pain my friends
a brother pact in blood-ink penned
declared my silent end

Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
taste of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and the fire
to steal of the colors-I'm the moonshield

Your self control makes me feel alone
I've tried confidence, had it for breakfast today
I've lost the perfection, a mess without words
As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore
The image I project is me without me
The picture that I scanned is borrowed

After the education you stopped making sense to me
Seems to me that it's all the same, time and time and time and time again
Slowly, What I believed in, turning into a lie
To aim and miss, my supernatural art
Spending too much time with myself
Trying to explain who I am

How come it's possible
I wish there was a way
I feel so invincible
I'm the sculpture made out of clay

I need someone to break the silence
before it all falls apart
I need something to cling onto
before I break you in parts

So afraid of what you may think
And all the plastic people that surrounds me
I have to find the path to where it all begins
To teach the world my supernatural art

How come it's possible
I wish there was a way
I feel so invincible
I'm the sculpture made out of clay

As we build a brand new planet
Lets reconstruct and get it straight

Unlock forgotten skills
Travel to a new dimension
Souls from the dark seduction
(Take heed), we are the new invention

We're the settlers of year zero
Lets reconstruct and take it back

*chorus*
Leaders of our time
Heading for a downfall
The threshhold of revolution
(Take heed)The last freedom call
Blanked out fire etched on the chrystal display
The seas are deep
You better swim
Don't go numb
Collect the word, add some gold and give it back
The seas are deep
You better swim
Don't go numb

From a thousand branches
Spreading the new voice

(guitar solo)

As we're heading for the throne
Connect, evolution will begin

*chorus*

Call me by my astral name
Breeding fear through wordless tounge
Heavenly thirst - unspeakable pain
Emptied from all human motion
Confront the faceless wrath

Beckoning silent from a sphere behind space
Through twisted ruins of uncompleted dreams
Sights of towers reaching for the moon
Clawing at the skies - they gonna pull it down

Intensity - I feel the lava rushing through my veins
Stars are reforming - to enter the fourth dimension

Beyond all galaxies
Through timeless eons of frost
Unearthly hunger - angels descent

We are entering dimensions behind space...

Beyond all galaxies
Through timeless eaons of frost

I can't tolerate your sadness,
'cause it's me you're drowning.
I won't allow any happiness,
'cause everytime you laugh, I feel so guilty

Am I forced to have any regret?
I've become the lie, beautiful and free
In my righteous own mind
I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me

Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me

I've lost the ability to paint the clouds
'cause it's me you're draining
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day
'cause everytime you run, I fall behind

And so I hear my voice again
The tale of the bitter man, here I am
Shake the silence and hear what it says
The tranquil pride that become the lie

Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees I accept my fate

Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me

Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees I accept my fate

Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
(Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees I accept my fate)

Geology is digging through my brain
A manta engulfing the world
To throw it up once again
To a guild of lifted daggers

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

A diabolical sequence of stabs
Written in cutting stone
From the fossilized den of thieves
Our lives die

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

I see the nursing all mother
Spitting out a trail of termites
In the mouth of her first born hope
With smog-filled rebellion

Apathy dressed in violence
White, insectoid legs
Curse her lips and her mouth receptive
Only to pain

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

I perish and nobody will know
as my mouth remains still
my heart awaits me. filled with gravel
as the pain grows with each touch

since I marked her out from my tower
reality focused through forbidden lenses
she owns enough of preciousness
a penalty given by the source

but I still have no choice through
the hinderens freighten
a labyrinth closing at the edge of space

but they never allow
she's shut... for all beings but one
I give, I scorn, I threat

egoism dictates human relations
a world where fashion outshines morality
here success is written in blood-red colours
designed by the thirst for power

gather the faithful and propose a toast
to the epoch of indifference

an all to ordinary story
with aftertaste so bitter
forced to be someone I don't want to be
I'm losing myself. sinking deeper down
I'm caught in the world wound web

a time represented by the void
an excuse without content
stuck in the abyss of existence
with a content void of excuse

an all to ordinary story
this is my story
with an aftertaste so bitter

sinking deeper down
I'm caught - I'm cage
I'm gone

As I aim for that bright white day
Conflict serum is my aura
It seems that life's so fragile
I guess I'll fly some other time

I lack from superhighway thoughts
Won't live as long as the city lights
Soaked by underwater times
Electric splash on a midnight drive

Wish I could rape the day,
just something radical
Lost the sense of sweet things
Who's gonna take me widely?

Guided by the pinball map
The driver, still unknown to me
Who was sent to glorify?
Before we injected this common pride

Sometimes I don't belong
Release me from your world
Pacified by the small things in life
I wait for earthquakes to rearrange

Never been able to use the force
I only have it read to me
Despite all the misguided faith
(Maybe) I'll find a place in this mess

Early morning moments
A glimpse of joy
But soon it's over and I return to dust
As I try to be
Everything and everyone
I shrivel up and waste away

In your world, the day is no threat
in my world, there is an absence of light
"genetic superiour cell" controled
by fathomless and undearable

A radical new form of plastic and rage
biologically optomized
but with a strangling pulse

In your world, you find me worthy
in my world, I "parashoot" my life
a virtual drogstore populated
by the fathomless and unbearable

Machine, meat and blood
in an intimate relationship
the new - superior -
more effective than all the preceeding

Where we can no longer
cry and reality is torn
then itґs easy to forget
that the responsibillity lies on us all

In your world, the night is no threat
in my world, the darkness
transforms to a vision of hell
populated by fathomless and unbearable

Welcome here, the squirrel-wheel begins
fasten the left hand belts
Remember not to think too much
and your trip will be numbingly pleasant

Non-caring is the easiest way
but to secure a passage to the 2nd plane
you have to complete level one
Their dead-smile lips turn on their TV
while urban gravestones scrape the skies
Rising over marionette cities and marionette skies

This is episode 666
destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind