1. |
Cancer In Mother's Womb
05:00
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We abuse innocent living beings
We abuse our ancient souls
If we still have one
Do we still have one?
We are the creatures of disaster
We are the cancer in our mother‘s womb
We must die to return to the place from which we were born
To become alive again
We abuse innocent living beings
We abuse our ancient souls
If we still have one
Do we still have one?
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2. |
Paranoia
05:50
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Deep in my silly head
Is it reality or just a delusion?
How can I trust anyone?
How can I trust myself?
You say it‘s just a demon in my head
But what if it wants to protect me
What if you are the one who is dangerous
The one I should not listen to
I am mad and I can‘t change
I can‘t separate reality from the dream
I cannot trust my memories
I‘m lost in my paranoid mind
My mind is torn apart
Where is the truth hiding?
How can I trust anyone?
How can I trust myself?
I hear a voice talking to me
I hear it in the silence of the night
It whispers to me obsessively
And I believe to its every single word
I am mad and I can‘t change
I can‘t separate reality from the dream
I cannot trust my memories
I‘m lost in my paranoid mind
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3. |
Selfdestruction
06:01
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Transplant my brain
Self hatred is choking me
Scratch my skin to the bone
The blood is like a painkiller
Kill these thoughts
Until I kill myself
Bury them outside of me
I can‘t revive the hope
I can’t handle it, no more
Throwing it out, it sneaks back in
More wounds than healing
Left alone in the darkness
Why I just can’t see the light
I know it’s somewhere near!
So close to reach but always slips out
What do I do wrong?
Death is the only therapy
Don‘t force me to live
No more wasted years
Leave me to my fate
Leave me here alone
Let me bleed out in silence
Let me rescue myself
Let me rest in peace
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4. |
Kill The Light
05:09
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Broken, asking,
seeking in the mist
Why did we get here?
What‘s the purpose?
Suffering, misery,
Innocent ones dragged into the war
Puppets stand against each other,
rain of bullets for delusion
But there‘s no victory,
just defeat on both sides
Angels of destruction,
solitude and painful death
Endless fight,
peace buried under the ashes
Kill the light
and save me from another false hope
Hatred, envy,
selfishness, greed
More and more and still not enough,
world driven by consumption
When did it go wrong?
When did we go wrong?
What do we fight for?
What has left?
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5. |
No Cure
07:19
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Is this the duty of the life?
To experience emptiness again
I‘m my own worst enemy
I destroy all the good in my life
Addicted to my own suffering
Turn away from the light
And plunge into the darkness
So it devour me
There‘s no cure for the damned souls
No transplantation
Never find the peace inside our heads
No resurrection
Is this the duty of the life?
To experience emptiness again
I‘m my own worst enemy
I destroy all the good in my life
I give up this helpless fight
Eternal sleep is waiting for my body
I let the darkness embrace me softly
My mind was already my grave
Delighted I welcome the end
Hoping for escape from this misery
The breath of the death makes me shiver
On this journey I have failed
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6. |
Fading To Death
04:40
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The night, so cold,
the endless sky
The stars remind me
my own worthlessness
Trivial worries,
pointlessness of life
Transience of existence,
worthlessness of goals
Life is too short,
use and abuse
Enjoy and leave it all,
all devastated
Deviant values,
blinded by illusions
about own magnitude,
a drop in the ocean of void…
Being aware, so stifling,
choking, mind‘s exploding
To disappear, to forget,
to liberate
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7. |
Apocalypse
04:49
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The sky is bloody red
through the dust you see no Sun
all alone you‘ll die
the last man on Earth
Stare into the dust
no help will come here for you
your God is dead
and so will be you
You wish to die so badly
The wounds are bleeding and hurt
But if you feel the pain
it means you are still alive
Starting to slowly remember
what has happened here
Memories flying in your head
and stabbing like needles without mercy
You are the one
Who caused this apocalypse
The guilt is on your shoulders
You slaughtered the human race
Take a deep breath, smell the rotting bodies
Their eyes staring insanely at you
Painfully twisted grimace on their faces
Their arms and legs broken and torn apart
Stare into the dust
no help will come here for you
your God is dead
and so will be you
You wish to die so badly
The wounds are bleeding and hurt
But if you feel the pain
it means you are still alive
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8. |
Ravine
05:41
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