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[ The Inevitable Truth 7" ] [ Solace Denied 7"] [ Polargrinder 12" ] [ Swedish Assault CD ] [ Sayyadina/No Value 7"] [ Fear Gave Us Wings CD/LP] |
The inevitable truth (Split 7" with Bruce Banner)NOTHING seems like we´ve forgotten all the facts and replaced them with lies to fill the gaps but truth tore a hole like a twisting knife but then the lies creep in and keep me hanging for another beating (Stolen from Henry Rollins' book See A Grown Man Cry. It feels like we feel the same about that truth hurts so much and life becomes easier to live with just the smallest lie...) PROZAC GENERATION backward progress numbest minds sharpest knife problems shuved dragged down hate grows red fist molotov revolution (A simple way, work until you're so full of anger and hate towards society and your bosses that you just want to clench your fist and say "I've had enough of this shit, so it's big time for a revolution"... AND prozac is just a metaphor for the stupid human living in chains through an entire lifetime) THE REVENGE she likes the weight of the hammer in her hand his light breaths in bed the sheet raised, lowered, lowered, raised his head – a shadow against the wall she picks up the hammer, looks down at his face a meaningless face, an insignificant face raises the hammer, lets it fall down to his head do it while you still can once to break once to not loose pace once just to make sure… THE AWAKENING can´t wait too long no code of honor she must hit first. hit and run nobody saves the one who sits alone and waits a flow of energy he's insignificant, soon to be nonexistent an itching rash, a scab to pick the inevitable truth: better to be the butcher than the lamb (After reading Helen Zahavi's book "Dirty Weekend" some things came clear to me. The story: A man following a woman, making her feel smaller for each day, and in the end she sees no other way than killing him. That's what "The awakening" and "The Revenge" is about. Most of the words and phrases stolen.) THEIR CONTROL here among trees in the deepest forest monks and nuns can secretly meet beyond all control and guardian eyes (Stolen from Torbjorn Safve. I just thought this metaphor about monks and nuns as controlled individuals was brilliant. I feel I have to share my love for Big Brother with you...) ^ top Solace denied 7"SOMEDAY I WILL KILL "on your fucking knees i dont care if you bleed" over time dead time do it till you die want to burn this place see it dissapear no more slavery in the end im free SORT THEM OUT time to set the record straight disguised with masks looking just like pigs "hands against the wall spread your legs shut your moth dont show your face" a headshot for each one of them sort them out (the thought of giving the pigs some of their own medicine would make my day) ASHES with honour give up your body save the sick and dying nothing to fear a way out of living hell a way into death now you die die for nothing all this was known to those above your scream for help will get you nothing one million down one billion to go a way out of living hell looking for a way out of misery a way out of living hell a way into death (the chinese government was on the hunt for blood for operations and took blood from the poorest parts of china. The needles were never sterile and spread HIV to approx. one million innocent citizens.) NÄR JAG FALLER när allting faller allt blir svart ner i djupet av förakt misstro och avsky för allt levande o dött där allt står still jag den värsta jorden fött min själ är som ett sandslott förstört av regn och av vind den skadade märgen smärtar när min ryggrad brister sjuk värld på svaga axlar avgrundsvrål för döva öron sjuk värld på svaga axlar avgrundsvrål för döva öron BLACK ROSE i set myself journey into my mind an abyss down to hell darkness darker than night a fist of memories coming back i'm beaten by secrets noone knew fear and anger fighting fear and anger fighting for outlet but never let out the dark scares me MED LIVET SOM INSATS det har hänt förut och kommer hända igen missnöjets yttring, gatans revolt folkets vrede mot maktens kulor sänk aldrig din knutna näve vänd aldrig ryggen till med livet som insats på brinnande barrikad att aldrig ens försöka är lika med att dö sluta sina ögon, ge upp och fly folkets vrede mot maktens kulor sänk aldrig din knutna näve vänd aldrig ryggen till med livet som insats på brinnande barrikad det sista som lämnar dig innan kulan träffar är hoppet om folkets makt revolution (cops ruined my last hope for democracy by shooting people around europe last summer) ^ top Polargrinder 12" compilationSWALLOW ...then the same disaster occurs as when you put snakes in a jar: the bigger eat the smaller and in the end only the cruelest reamins from hunger it devours itself take its tail in its mouth and eats it bit by bit ALL THIS FEAR red eyes broken down fear of waking up living means feeling feeling means defeat don't ever wanna wake up if only i could understand the reason for my crying if only i could stop this fear of dreaming that im dying outside me im blooming inside me im dry living means feeling feeeling means defeat all this fear of dying if only i could understand the reason for my crying if only i could stop this fear of dreaming that im dying all this fear ^ top Swedish Assault CD-compilationRETALIATION lyrics deleted, fuck your war CIVILIZATION climbing higher step over anything in their way walk the line of the man not scared anymore i'm coming for you let there be heads rolling we're coming for you scum die laughing from the bombs we stole from you and put on your backyard AUTOMATION global structure of power the total destruction is near despair about the fact that mankind has failed soulless automations loosing human grace soulless imitations we're dying in this cage gazing up to the face it won´t take us forty years and what happens here is always and forever soulless automations loosing human grace soulless imitations we're dying in this cage (reading the book 1984 over and over again makes me realise how the future will look like, or even worse than Orwell's predictions. The "fourty years" in the lyrics is the age of Winston as he starts the personal struggle and the search of the underground resistance.) COMPULSION just a slave one foot in the grave let me forever close my eyes no power left no strength no will don't try to force me there's no use i will just wrap my lips around the cold barrel and throw the dice it always gets me it always will (always ask for more in life than a job that hates you) STAGNATION slow spiral downwards don't expect a thing anymore there's only disappointment that's the only reward blank stares screaming inside but the lips are still no words can ever say this i don't want to live here anymore dedicated to nothing downward spiral (...but still, sometimes it's hard to make your life worth living) CONFRONTATION confrontation hard as stone cold as ice desperation i'm dying again and again separation i'm leaving this place now intoxication can't think straight at all the point of no return i'll burn in your fire again destination what's the fucking point explanation don't make me do this again damn this nation i'm leaving this place now resignation thanks for nothing thanks to you the point of no return i'll burn in your fire again (play this song LOUD and think of the times you've been left by someone you love) ^ top Sayyadina/No Value split 7"OPPRESSION can not breathe water up to here the good in life is just an illusion i stay down here in safety broken glass will only cut deeper can and will not live up to it looking down looking up the meaningless of living overwhelms me i will explode with no sound and disappear just like dust can and will not live up to it shifting to higher levels only to see there is nothing more to this this means the end can and will not live up to it FUTURE DIGITS got no names anymore just numbers a combination of digits only for control a number in your head your name in their system some try to hide it well some show it with pride dead before birth into competition treaten like shit from that day and on till now wearing blue uniforms knocking heads to pieces pointing their guns killing just for fun but point that at me and i'll explode and take as many as i can with me RAZOR DISCIPLINE rip the skin and flesh from my bone take away the nerves from my soul bring the knife the instruments suck my soul from head to toe release me, from all this pain rip the skin and flesh from my bone take away the nerves from my soul SOLITUDE through the darkness through the void travelling night time all alone a solitary death train ride emptiness is by my side emptiness is by my side is it only fear of dying is it only lack of hope is it just this fucked up place i'm just waiting to explode LAST DAYS MAKE THE LEAST thinking of death these days as a companion i long to meet i'm just an experiment to others just a fucking test last days make the least ease the pain the mask is fallen falling into darkness watching the windows fade this is the fire i'm going through this is my destiny last days make the least ease the pain the mask is fallen Fear Gave Us Wings CD/LP18 HRS all trees are gone no trace, a face a fading reminder immortality ain't all it's been 18 hours and 16 days since you stripped it all away can't sleep at night, can't sleep all day a black hole, not painted, it's real all trees are gone no trace, a face a fading reminder immortality ain't all is this really what we're getting? gravity, take us back, bring us back to real we're split in two or even thosands seems like it doesn't make a difference anymore remind us, or don't we'll be anything you say remind us, or don't we'll be anything you say it's been 18 hours and 16 days since you stripped it all away can't sleep at night, can't sleep all day a black hole, not painted, it's real DEAR DIARY keeping away, holding distance spending time all alone watch myself fall apart rot inside, drown in sweat need someone to bring me up or i will end up dead i'll hurt myself, i'll reject you i'll break and eat this glass the pain will prove that i'm alive the blood will make me see no reason, i got nothing to accomplish or to gain never asked to take part in this stupid, fucked up game everything's meaningless hope i'll soon end up dead THE HOLY WAR the holy war, who started it? does it even matter? who will suffer and who will win? does it ever matter? starvation and poverty continues on and on the holy war fighting an unknown i'm holding on to individual thoughts not a collective hateful mind the threat is colored red, white and blue tanks, guns and b-52s the holy war, who started it? does it even matter? who will suffer and who will win? does it ever matter? a threat to your sick values of world domination a one way ticket to hell i'm holding on to individual thoughts not a collective hateful mind the threat is colored red, white and blue tanks, guns and b-52s ALL THIS FEAR red eyes broken down fear of waking up living means feeling feeling means defeat don't ever wanna wake up if only i could understand the reason for my crying if only i could stop this fear of dreaming that i'm dying outside me i'm blooming inside me i'm dry living means feeling feeling means defeat all this fear of dying if only i could understand the reason for my crying if only i could stop this fear of dreaming that i'm dying all this fear UNDER ONDSKANS PUPILL ondskans rätta ansikte är synligt hatet har slagit sin klo slutet är nära, gränsen inom synhåll kollapsen stundar, botten är nådd skräck och förtvivlan ovisshet och oro en krypande känsla allt har gått snett att ropa på hjälp tjänar ingenting till ingen kan hjälpa och få som ens vill att ropa på hjälp tjänar ingenting till vem tror du bryr sig under ondskans pupill? slutet är nära, gränsen inom synhåll kollapsen stundar, botten är nådd öppnar mina ögon, sliter upp dom med våld en iskall plats där allt är förstört dom som ännu lever vet att det är kört av min forna värld finns ingenting kvar HOMEGROWN TERRORISM the world will never listen the world will never change the world will never see the world is going down nailbombs, nailbombs, nailbombs i'll put them in the smartest places taking out so many but still too few the reflection of the fire in my eyes triggers, bullets, grenades and arms i'll shoot from the smartest places taking out so many but still too few the reflection of the fear in my eyes the world will never listen the world will never change the world will never see the world is going down BLIND OCH DÖV ELLER BARA DUM I HUVET? håna mig, skratta ut mig gör mig till åtlöje var så god? så du tar för dig jag bjuder visst på allt? din väg till framgång din väg till makt ditt sätt att njuta du skyr inga medel skiter i allt visar ingen respekt hänsynslöst tar du dig fram på andras bekostnad lyhörd? knappast du går över lik ditt jävla svin (The title translates to "Blind and deaf or just stupid?" Initially it's about a certain person I had to work with who takes himself too seriously, with absolutely no distance to himself, who snaps right away if you joke about (or even with) him, but he amuses himself at someone else's expense all the time. In the end the song turned out to just be about people with no respect for others.) LOSING FAITH you must lose faith in humanity to keep sane humanity is an ocean of blood and shame a few drops are fresh, but a thosand years is way too long races erased, millions killed where there is hate and power there is life all dreams shattered, the door is closed the key thrown away being dragged to this level entrapped in endless and hopeless wait losing faith and hope, no escape no security and this cloud will bring us down where there is hate and power there is life all dreams shattered, the door is closed the key thrown away CIVILIZED CONTROL pure hate flows in the veins of the free time and time again the sheep gives it away the suffering of a world population means nothing at all those who want to live in line choose the narcotic of ultimate enslavement those who want to live in line conformity pure hate flows in the veins of the free time and time again the sheep gives it away the suffering of a world population means nothing nothing at all NEGLECTED the blood on your face is not evidence enough not a proof that you're not safe scars and bruises, praxis in your life you'll be hunted every single day 17 years you could bear but one minute of abuse is too much responsibility thrown around like hot iron just because they would not relate no one will save you no one will care there's no shelter no place to turn you slipped so easily through the system only because we didn't stop and listen your case is as old as the human race it sickens me to see that fear in your face no one will save you no one will care there's no shelter no place to turn the blood on your face is not evidence enough not a proof that you are not safe scars and bruises, it's praxis in your life you'll be hunted every single day PROFFS PÅ LÅTSAS om jag var hälften så bra på någonting som du tror du är på allt vore jag nöjd (Another song about that guy at my previous job. Yes, he was also a besserwisser. Translation: "If I was half as good at anything, as you think you are at everything, I'd be satisfied." The lyrics speak for themselves, I guess.) SICK OF THIS WORLD rotting away in endless streets the corpses of our brothers decay the fight, the war, was meaningless the smallest lie swept under the carpet sick, i'm so sick of this world hopeless, the struggle is hopeless lies and hate rise above us talk of progression leads to regression money spent on bombs and arms this is the welfare state we dreamed of sick, i'm so sick of this world hopeless, the struggle is hopeless TURNED INSIDE OUT slowly now we start to move with every breath i'm deeper empty spots in darkness nothing to fall back on touch me once and you'll know it's true i never wanted it to be like this brand new, old, grey controlling it to perfection eye to eye, no words at all inside out, skin off my face slowly now we start to move with every breath i'm deeper seeing empty spots in darkness and nothing to fall back on THREE STRIKES slowminded, innocent never wanted at all bad luck, wrong place wrong time on time for the life you took we'll take yours but we're not safe here even when you're gone THE LOSS my sacred dedication graduated with discharge lost and still losing more seems like it's all against me spilling gas around the house just trying to find a lighter or a match a second thought search for a glimpse of regret but i fail again and again short time, no time the truth shows at all times we won't see, never see never keep us from failing spilling gas around the house just trying to find a lighter or a match a second thought search for a glimpse of regret but i fail again and again taking time out from this miserable life taking a break from a life not worth living losing on every front losing time, losing mind taking time out from this miserable life taking a break from a life not worth living OPPRESSION can not breathe, water up to here the good in life is just an illusion i stay down here in safety broken glass will only cut deeper can and will not live up to it can and will not looking down, looking up the meaningless of living overwhelms me i will explode with no sound and disappear just like dust can and will not live up to it can and will not shifting to higher levels only to see there's nothing more to this this means the end can and will not live up to it can and will not live up to it BENT OUT OF SHAPE can reality be a fraud, a fake beyond description? is it all lies and mistakes? did we come out clear or are there pieces missing? is the razor not as sharp anymore? the perfect shape is bent it's all just cold and bitter demand answers, face the ghost go beyond, look further, look ahead but there is nothing to give us satisfaction the answer is: it's all just a lie the perfect shape is bent it's all just cold and bitter ENJOY THE SILENCE (WHILE YOU CAN) i am the hollow, i speak in silence i hear you all, but i feel nothing sleepless nights wake up in fear all lights are gone now in my castle, my grave i am the hollow, i speak in silence i hear you all, but i feel nothing sleepless nights wake up in fear all lights are gone now sleepless nights wake up in fear all lights are gone now in my castle, my grave MED LIVET SOM INSATS det har hänt förut och kommer hända igen missnöjets yttring gatans revolt folkets vrede mot maktens kulor sänk aldrig din knutna näve vänd aldrig ryggen till med livet som insats på brinnande barrikad att aldrig ens försöka är lika med att dö sluta sina ögon ge upp och fly folkets vrede mot maktens kulor sänk aldrig din knutna näve vänd aldrig ryggen till med livet som insats på brinnande barrikad det sista som lämnar dig innan kulan träffar är hoppet om folkets makt revolution ^ top |