[ Head |
Life in Vein |
Life vs Itself |
Feeding Feline |
Silent War |
Head on the Slab ]
Tear it down Rip it up into pieces It's not part of me Smash it crush it Leave me alone Let me be Oh God please do exist And tell me what I've missed And say where I went wrong And make it stop and make it go away And get it out of my head Get it of my head getitoutofmyheadleavemyheadalone I see the way you waste your life
Life In Vein
/Nice little boy, 25 Almost dead, almost alive Nice little boy, 25 OD'd when he was 25/ Horse kicks, feel pain, push venom in vein Poison eats away at brain; partly dead partly insane Head hot,burning red, cold body, legs dead Crawling under skin tight, red eyes, blurred sight White hot blood boils, heart pounding, venom coils Brain fever, black light Dead wrong? -Dead right! Dew glistens on skin, brain sizzle, boil, spin Fingers clench, nails dig palms Beyond salvation; no need for psalms If you could see with my eyes Through all the bullshit, all the lies If you could hear with my ears The thousand screams of pain and fear If you could smell with my nose The smell of death as it grows If you could taste with my tongue The taste of rot from my lungs If you just opened your mind And weren't afraid og what you'd find Nice little boy, you wouldn't die When you were only 25 (Violent dreams, silent screams)
Life vs. Itself
Dreams of death visions of horror bad omens horrible signs bloody nightmares of wet dreams oil slick engulfing dead birds fish swimming downstream a nuclear daydream turned to a hell ozone disappearing minds twisted into barbed wire fences around the system deteriorating faster than it can build up the weak points wounded warriors bleeding to die painfully while master eats up the social security lies kill your mind like TV imagination starving suffocating strangled by lies reality is not realistic choose a death as war goes technicolor killer robots on remote control choose your aim death to a nation too weak to survive while the world is bleeding killing for profit bloodcurdling sins as Jimmy Swaggart saves souls for ready cash lies to all for all occasions Bibles for sinners absolution for the rich remain silent never rebel force is too strong lies the weapons money our goal wealth our sole ambition sell your soul buy a new one improved in plastic silent suffocation dying children in their mothers wombs a choice for the future and money is more worth than life street wars fighting against the future fighting against the future for a past that doesn't exist -life vs. itself-
Head on the Slab
Miss Fortune's ready on the scaffold dealing blows I sit inside my cell, as always on death row I try and try and lay my feelings on the floor And though she takes it all I still come back for more Is she my Nemesis, my lover or a dream? She gives me Hell, but there is pleasure in my screams REF; I lay my head on the slab for you I'm waiting what are you going to do? I lay my head on the slab for you I'm waiting Who are you? I'm afraid that the guillotine will fall And that one final blow will end it all She lifts me up, but has her hands around my throat And though I think she's drowned me, I am still afloat Her passion turns to ice that hammers through my veins Her thoughts like fingers penetrate my waiting brain And though the thought of her still chills me to the bone I just can't stand to spend another night alone REF; I lay...
Cutting to nerve Slicing to the bone Chewing to the core Severing the flesh Flesh is weak Ecstasy so easily spent Lingering sensation Inexsistant Neverlasting Exaltation Penetrating Puncturing my skin Probing my nerves Opening my soul Devouring my soul Consuming my soul Feeding on me Feeding on me Over and over Feeding feline
This is the age of silent sleep The age of yawning social slumber The age of dull "equality", conformity and apathy IBM, ITT and AT&T, CNN and MTV This is the age of soft sedation As pictures drug entire nations As lies are truth and truth is lies And all is profit in disguise As all is money, greed and sloth As metal grows while nature rots As real as dreams is all you see As no square "Tube" can set you free As minds grow hungry, hearts stay cold And all the young look like they're old As innocence does not exist And your solution is your fist As lies become reality And truth is called insanity So wake up from your social sleep There is no justice for the meek Survival of the fittest rules And hate is taught in all your schools Love has become profanity And cash rules christianity And wisdom's sought in feeble minds And visions painted by the blind And as we listen with deaf ears Our judgement day is drawing near Atomic Age; where is thy sting? The mind is such a dangerous thing Here lies the answer; There is none As one is all, and all are one
All lyrics by Nikolai Kleppe, except *"Head on the Slab" by Nikolai Kleppe and Tollef Ladehaug . Copyright 1993-1997, Anax Imperator. Not to be reprinted without expressed permission from either Nikolai Kleppe or Anax Imperator.