I've seen kids who spit and act so sick it would make you all go slightly flip. I've talked to guys twice as bad as the baddest one you've ever had. Medicated minds, entwined and stumbling upon each other blindly, like two deaf guys nodding kindly and neither one proceeds. Their earthly bulks of flesh and bone, slowly turning another stone to get somewhere in this human strife, to get past traumas of past life. But why did mother beat you at night? Why didn't daddy do what's right? Did he inted to attend your ball games, or did you bring him such a shame, throw too much dirt on your family name? Was he too embarrased to harass you, and that's why you chose to be cruel towards the gold fish in your bowl, or towards those frogs you found outside and happily smashed with rocks. We all can see that you reflect, so stop pretending, for your own sake.

A Picture.

Air grows thicker
It's harder to breathe
It all escalates on this moment
Life will be defined by the absence of death
Light will be defined by the absence of shadow
Truth will be defined by the abscence of lies.
And they are everywhere.
Death will swallow life, eventually.
All life will descend to their natural end.
All light will grow weaker with the sun.
It will take the last remains of hope with it
And it all will fall down from the sky
Like clouds would turn into concrete.
Heavier kind of snow.
And by these last hours of the collective
Known to the universe by the name of mankind
We'll be drawn a picture of ourselves.
An ugly, disgusting caricature
With all the exaggerated lines and forms
And we'll know
This is the most truthful picture we have ever seen
And the last one we will ever know.

We'll be gone

We're all so small
Like tears in the rain
Like sleet in the street
Like a minor headache

We'll be gone in a second
Our blood will dry out
And like the razor that loved us
we will be left out

It's too late
And I'm still awake
Maybe someday I can forgive myself
For every breath I take

Mankind's in a struggle
Men kill what the catch
We fear the dark and our dreams
But we fear the mirror the most

Crooked Family.

Donnie was a good boy in a bad family
He was born to use the switchblade
And to cut some arteries
He tried to act good, he really tried to behave
But everytime his daddy called
The result was the same

He used to live in the shadow of his father's relatives
They we're all crooks, dope dealers, car thieves, big chiefs.
He learned the butterflyknife before he could talk
And through the wicked trade he found out
Love can't be bought.

At the age of seventeen he found a girl named Sue
He tried to leave the past behind him,
But it percistently pursued
He wanted to leave the business
He'd rather be down and out
But his father always had one more
For his own Donnie-boy

He sent Donnie to kill his brothers, uncles Sam and Joe
Promised after these two Donnie would be out for good
But little did he know, no, he possibly couldn't
That he was gonna bring a knife to a gun fight

He was quiet as an air balloon that slowly leaves the child
He was confident as boot that takes that last step from the porch
But his uncles were there, to shoot poor Donnie dead
The bullets we're mean, they licked his soul clean,
They kissed his liver, kissed his lungs,
Laughed in the air as they left the guns
And to the head of poor Donnie-boy
They drilled their their tiny holes

And Donny never got his Sue
He got bullets from those two
Who rather killed him than did choose
To lose their place for their younger brother
And after this, they killed eachother.

Totuus Ruostuu

Mielikuva mainontaa
Kaikki tämä kuvottaa
Jokainen kuvaa kumartaa
Ruudun eessä jumittaa

Tyhjennä mielesi
Hyväksy orjuus
Ota vastaan siunaus
joka kiroukseksi muuttuu

Valheita
Valheita
Valheita
Valheita

Auki revityt silmät huutavat
Kun valo polttaa verkkokalvoilla
Totuus palaa näkemykseksi
Ruostuu mielipiteeksi

Tuli polttaa kaiken
Tuli vapauttaa.

Steppenwolf

I'm an outsider, looking in
I live in your daily sins
I'm the one crawling under your skin
Whn other's smile, I find no reason to raise my chin

I'm cast out fromn this play you call society
And I refuse to take the blame for all your obscenities
I'm fighting every day just to hold on to
The last remaining pieces of my sanity

By every attempt to draw me closer
You have driven me further away
I'm out of your reach
I'm way out of your reach
I'm a steppenwolf
And you're just a flock of sheep.

Failures.

burning fingers run down my feverishly cold skin
They set their trails on fire, and that fire is like sin
It gives life to millions of little lies
That feed on all my intentions
What used to be good, turns to an excuse
So what use it is to drown in any kind of relief?
Isn't it all just mischief?
The deeper you get inside of your own head
The more of you turns out to be a lie
Expectations, accusations, transformations between these.
Your every attempt will be remembered as a failure
And there's nothing you can really do about it
Your every attempt will be remembered as a failure
When you tried to learn how to drive a bike, and fell down
When you tried to learn a new language, and gave up
When you tried to learn how to fly, and injured your knee
All these mistakes, all these failures.
They are always here to remind you never to forget
How close you once were to actually success.

Some velvet morning when I'm straight..

I open my eyes. The alarm clock was set to wake me up in five minutes. I curse you to the lowest and coldest of all imaginable hells, past me. You fucking suck. Why did you have to assign for this job, why did you have to set me up like this? Were you fucking high or something? What the fuck were you thinking? I switch the alarm off, neverminding the possibility of falling asleep and not getting up. Actually, that would be the best of all possible scenarios to come. I try to fall asleep, I force my mind to focus on letting go of itself, try to welcome in the sweet relief of sleep. Escapism in it's impeccable brilliance. I fall asleep, somethingsomethingsomething, problem solved. It's that simple. Curtains deceive me. They open up to let a single ray of the rising sun burn my eyes. It burns my eyes even when they're closed. I have to open them. Just to see if the sun truly has such a good aim, straight between the curtains from one hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Let me tell you this much: If the sun wanted to kill us, we'd all be dead already. Naturally, the second I made the mistake of opening my eyes, I was blinded by the sheer, brutal brightness of the sun. I moan quietly. I'm not even sure if I made a noise of not, it might have been just a desperate cry in my own head. I throw away all sheets from the bed. Now I must get up, I hate the annoying ragged mattress. I roll down, I hit the floor. I'm sure I broke every single bone in this body. No, I was wrong. I'm able to get up. I drag myself to my bathroom. The door creaks as I swing it open, that single noise annoys my tired nerves more than burning my eyes. My ears lose their virginity to the first annoying sound of a new day. That single creak invades my ears and fucks my brains out. I kick the door and my toe nail bites me back. It hurts like hell! Fuck! I swear for some good ten seconds, and take a leak. The first good thing today. After that I brush my teeth with my old, worn out toothbrush. It has certainly seen the best of it's days. It would be more accurate tool on cleaning the toilet seat than my teeth. Thinking about this while having the toothbrush in my mouth seems to be a pretty bad idea. I find myself gagging over the sink, I drink a glass of water and try to gurgle my mouth clean. I should be cheerful for my first morning at a new job. It's a completely new chance to change my entire life. I can be who they want me to be. But I can't. I don't care right now. They can suck it! Shove their chickenshit job up their ass! What do I care? On my way to the kitchen I get and idea. If I kill myself, I don't need to decline the job, and disappoint my new boss, I just escape the situation. What a great idea! Escapism in it's impeccable brilliance. I kill myself, somethingsomethingsomething, problem solved. Before I even realize it, I'm on full swing. I'm building this huge Engine of Death from everything I have in my kitchen. It has a toester as a head, knives as fingers and forks as antennas. It runs on all the empty bottles I had lying around my flat, it is probably the most beautiful thing ever built by man. And I built it. I should work at CERN, for fuck's sake! Fully functioning cyborg death machine in twenty minutes ain't bad for a rookie. "what is your will?" the engine crackles and clanks and releases steam from it's teapot neck. "Kill me, so I do not need to sign for my new job." I'm a bit sad I have to die after creating something this unique and beautiful, but I think it will stay here on earth and serve all the other men seeking for release from the chains of life. "And after that go and serve mankind as you have served me today." And I looked down at my creation and saw that it was good. God-like. Me, not the machine of course. Without any further pick up lines this robot shoves it's knife-fingers through my stomach. It feels like someone would have thrown cold water on my legs, my knees go weak and I hit the floor. I bleed badly. Yes. This is good. I don't need to serve as a slave. I can die free. This is escapism in full extent. I will be free. I start to lose my consciousness, everything turns black, and the last thing I can see, is my robot hitting my to the face with it's knives. I am free. Thank you for your time.

Cage of Leaves

This life is like a cage
Made out of leaves
You could blow it all away
But still you rather stay
Somewhat strange
How we're in search of change
But when someone opens up the gate
Still we'd rather stay

I leave this cage of leaves
Life has set me free
And now I have to leave
I'd rather stay longer indeed

I fall down with the leaves
The autumn comes to claim me
And I fall, fall, fall towards the ground
And as winter descends
It brings me my cold hell
And knowing this all, hearing the bells
It hurts more than I can tell.

Totuus palaa

Auki revityt silmät huutavat
Kun valo polttaa verkkokalvoilla
Totuus palaa näkemykseksi
Ruostuu mielipiteeksi.

To The Last Drop

You suck me dry
Pour your ocean into my brain
All your sins are now mine
We join our souls in this crime
We are too alike
We are suffocating
We are dripping bodyfluids.
We are stuck together
This is pornography
This is dark and sick
In your eyes, maybe.
Well, you better get used to it
Because this is me.
Swallow my thoughts
To the last drop.

Cut to fit

I. LIVE THE DREAM

Daily suburban grind
Only one thing on your mind
As you prepare the breakfast
for your kids and your husband
I'm in the rut
I'm knee-deep in shit
I hate them all
I despise my own role
I hate what I am about to become

II. WATCH IT GO

Day by day we grow older
Little by little all our cells change
We become perfect strangers
Strangers to our own house
Strangers to our families
Strangers to our friends
Strangers to ourselves
We're stuck with these strangers
With nothing special to talk about
Nothing to share
No communication

We had a dream.
Now we watch it go.

III. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?

How long has it been
Since you last felt natural?
How obscene is the thought
That you can't be held responsible
For your own demise?
You got married
You had kids
You got a house
You got sick.
you grew tired
And now you're full of it.
And you're tempted by the thought
that you're only three cuts away from freedom.

IV. THREE CUTS

With this first cut I set myself free
From the chains of resentment
From the loath I bear for myself
From this endless running from myself
With this second cut I seal the chance
Of ever coming back to life
Of ever giving new life
Of love that would go beyond this knife
With this last cut everything goes black
Red stream of love creeps down my throat
I rid myself from the burden of breathing
Erase the past this life ever had.
And so I leave life without fright
I leave this daily suburban grind.

Mental Genocide

We try to survive
In this battle against evil
Terrorism, pathetic bullshit
Excuses to oppress our human rights

You have a right
To express your mind
And we have to fight
To reclaim that right

Treason and lies
Suppression of our minds
Fucked up reasoning
Justification for mental genocide

kädellinen kuoleman kone

Mielikuvamainontaa
Tyhmille apinoille
Pelottavaa miten helppoa
Meitä onkaan ohjailla

Kädellinen kuoleman kone
Kulkee keskellä ihmisraunioita
Tuhottuja ihmiskuvia
Poltettuja persoonallisuuksia

Asefirmat omistavat kaiken
Boikotti johtaisi nälkäkuolemaan
Kohta ne omistaa jo hengitysilman
Ja myy kaikkien sotien aseet.

It's easy to smile when you're leading the blind
Hiding all lies behind simpliest kinds of minds
Giving them what they want
To get where you want

Some damage done for the greater good
Bend your knees, get ready to become abused

It's easy to grin when you're leading three-nil
Living for the killing, all the thrill is in the hunting game
Giving them what you want
To kill every last one

I'm gone

The only part of me
That is being seen
The small tip of an iceberg
The fragment of my mind
No matter how wide it might seem
It is by far the most obscene
Of all the things I've seen
It's filled with controversies
It's filled with arrogance and needs
To be and bleed like the rest of you bleed
It hides so much more inside
All the fears and desires dressed in statements
Defining myself through all the things I'm not
Lacking the ability to understand the big picture
Still the context is clear:
I am a multi-dimensional being.
I am one when I'm with you
I talk the way you want me to
I shut my mouth when being told
I am afraid of growing old
I long for past
I hate the change
I do what I can to adapt your place.
But when I'm by myself
I am all things that you all hate
I sometimes feel like I'm misplaced
And left here by my own alien race
Which studies men and observes ways
To behave and breathe and talk and need
Questioning the ways they demean themselves.

28/32

My bones crackle and snap
Realign under my burnt skin.
It sounds like snapping branches.
I touch one of my ribs,
filled with curiosity.
I feel it wiggle painfully.
I take a deep, sharp breath and hit it hard.
The pain is accelerating.
It is undisputed.
It is overwhelming.
My teeth move in my mouth,
My mouth swells up and makes speaking impossible.
My tongue is dry.
My fist has left a yellow bruise that is slowly making way
To these interesting shades of purple and blue.
My bones keep changing places.
Realigning under my skin.
Is this growing up?
Is this evolution?
If not, then what is it?
Slowly they move, like automatic puzzle pieces
Knowing where to go although I haven't got the vaguest idea.
All I know is that this is completely fucked up.
The pain is screaming in my ears
It sounds like thousands of people screaming in a hallway.
The hallway builds up to become a cathedral.
The pain is overwhelming.
It becomes my oblivion.

Altered Ego

I alter my ego probably more than I should
How the fuck are you to say?
Do you even do this from the heart?
Can you fight? Can you fuck?
Can you ever get enough of all these
Proofs you demand to ensure you're still on track
Could you give it a rest? Please?
Fuck no. I concentrate.
I focus all my energy on driving myself insane
I do everything I can to ensure my life will be hell
To all those who take everything as granted.
Nothing is granted.
Nothing is free.
No one is safe.
No one too kind,
Too pure.
I'm surrounded by saints
Who claim they are always right
Their hypocrisy exceeds mine.
Who the fuck are they to judge?
Their values and beliefs
Are all based on an unfortunate series of mistakes.
The son of God crusified, the pure lamb sacrificed.
Blood spilled so the sinful flesh would find temporary sanity
The eye of the storm. The save point before the boss battle.
If people would have listened to their saviour
There would not be such things as Christianity, crusades,
Protected pedophilia.
If you really are into cramming your cock into some kids asshole
Become a catholic priest.
You'll have the most powerful protector on earth.
God's number one front man,
Protecting the holy business you have around some brat's number two.
Our flesh. It's a fascinating thing.
How we are able to move, live, feel, write, think, draw, take a leak..
And one day it can't remember a single one of those delicate tasks.
It is bound to become useless, which takes all these fine tuned abilities
To a completely new context.
What can possibly be the mission of a bulk of dying mass?
What is my purpose?
What is my deed?
Why am I thinking these thoughts?
Why am I functioning this way right now?
Why do I have urges, fetishes, what is their purpose?
To separate me from the other dying mass?
Perhaps.
By giving each piece of death their own obscene desires
You give them personalities.
You give them life.
You give them something to give back.
You give them something to lose.
And this is the power of a human mind
To display such thoughts to it's alikes.
To ignore the filters and boxes given.
To alter their ego and it's purpose,
Not to get answers, but to get even more confused.

Giving up

Bleeding fingers
Dirt under their nails
Reaching for the price
The eyes have never seen
We're crawling in the mudd
The guilt paints us all gray
And what we find is what we've lost
And it's all buried in clay
Our eyes can't see the truth
It's way too painfull to find
We pick up our own loose tooth
And give up without a fight
And when the sun will rise
In just few hours
All this mudd will petrify
And if we're still here crawling
Slowly we all will die
Eventually, we all will die.

My shadow has a shadow too

My shadow has a shadow too
And it's deeper than mine ever could
And it's right behind my back too
My shadow has a shadow too

My shadow has a shadow too
And it's following me as I move
And it's threatening my shadow too
My shadow now has shadows two

My shadow now has shadows two
They're both deep and scary too
They're tripping on LSD too
My shadows are all just parts of specific aboriginations on the time-space continuum and their existance is as hollow and vain as mine, so we can't really be sure that I have a shadow at all.

The mouse and the rising gun

I sit still
Too staggered to even breathe
You hold a gun against my forehead,
Demand me things I can't fulfill
Demand me sacrifices I can't afford
Your safire eyes burn with love
Love I can not respond with lust.
Love I can't escape with trust.
I can't get out.
I raise the gun.
The tables have turned
But still the situation's the same
As it ever was.
I am still the victim here.
At least I believe I am.
At nights we are at truce
No bullets shot
No shots taken
But when the sun comes up
It brings the burning hell with it
And we are still the same
Victims of no crime
Victims of our own fears
Intimidated by our own insecurity

The house of the rising sun

"We should move in together." Your words come out like from a barrel of a semi-automatic handgun, pointed at my forehead, piercing my brain and spray painting the walls with Pollock-like art with what I believe to be a part of my cerebral cortex. My brains send shivers down my spine, punishment for the image on my mind. I look out of the open window to the rising sun, trying to ignore the words that still hang dead and heavy in the air, echo from my pale, undecorated walls. I like them just the way they are. Pale, lacking the woman's overrated touch. They'll do. They're just fine. They're mine. I roll the half-empty coffee mug in my hands, grind my teeth aware of the silence getting even thicker and heavier than your words just did. The tension's building up, I can hear your heart beat even faster than mine. It shakes the whole house. It wakes up our neighbours. Hell, it would be even enough to wake up the dead!
I look you in the eyes, without emotions, which to you seems to be more than a clear answer. In five minutes you're out of this house, and you'll never be here again. I hope. You narrow your eyes and take a deep breath, look me in the eyes and it seems like you're almost about to say something, but you change your mind before it escapes your red but dry lips. The sun sets the whole room in fire, it reflects from my IKEA- glasstable and pale walls, it reflects from my unfinished pile of dishes, it reflects from the necklace I gave you few months ago. Will I get it back, I wonder. Probably not. I would not dare to ask. I look into your eyes, we've been having this awkward, silent conversation for those five minutes I wished would take you out of this house. But you're still here. You're still in my kitchen. I sigh.
"of course, hun. We should move in together.." wriggles out of my mouth, words to avoid the upcoming conflict, white flag waved before there's any blood shed at all. I lost. Again.

God Who Does Not Care

Join the feast
Enjoy the communion
Consume the flesh
Of the god who doesn't care

He did not create us
He does not feed us
He will not kill us
He will not aid us

God who doesn't care
Absent father
We reflect the pain
Inflict it in our mother

It's just our childhood traumas
Leading into conflicts when they're not in control

Spider song

Why do spiders get to run so fast
And I have to crawl on all fours?
Why do they always have some flies to eat
And I must search for pinecones?

Spiders crawling under my skin
Spiders spy their siblings

There's a spider at my feet
I smack it dead and watch the mess it makes
I wonder how does it taste.
Has it got some psychedelic venom in it?

I put the spider on my tongue
Watch it melt and wait for the fun (to start)
I've been waiting for ten minutes now
The disappointment hits the floor
Spider's melting in my mouth
Boring spider there's no doubt.
Boring, not-venomous, child-safe spider
There's no doubt.

Vampire

Everyone has a chance to succeed
If they won't, they did not follow the rules
They were born to lose
They had to lose
So you could bloom
You're a leech
You're a bloodsucker
You're a vampire.

You stand for their corporations
You represent killers with smiles
You dodge bullets and perform miracles
You turn the water into wine
You heal the sick and ease our mind
You tell us all will be alright
You tell us we can't win tonight
You're a leech
You're a bloodsucker
You're a vampire.

Cut To Fit - Fire Works

1. THE LIQUID TURNS TO FIRE

So we all crack under pressure
When we dive in too deep
Carving our existence
In flesh and bone
Scarring our memories
With rusty nails

Trees are burning with what-if's
Life is turning yellow and burnt amber
Death has taken another one of us
And all we can think about is ourselves.

They'll be lowered in the cold, cold ground
Wearing gowns of pine and oak
This is something solid
And irreversable
It burns in our psyche.

Cancerous season is upon us again
And I wonder how many will I lose this time.

It's like diving into ocean deep
Deeper down into the sea
You feel the weight of the world
Crushing your will
Demolishing your hope
You will not get out.
You will never breathe air again.
You know you'll breathe in water.
Eventually... The liquid turns to fire.

2. HELIOS

Our father. Giver of life. Fulfilling father.
Intoxicates himself with his own fumes
And runs around with the knife.

Shame's not in his vocabulary
We have lived under the threat of violence
Since we we're given birth
Through the flow of time
Our every trauma can be traced
Back to the Sun.

Helios - Apollon - Fallen Angel - The Antichrist
Helios - Apollon - Fallen Angel - The Antichrist

Our father. Giver of life. Fulfilling father.
Intoxicates himself with his own fumes
And runs around with the knife.

Shame's not in his vocabulary
We have lived under the threat of violence
Since we we're given birth
Through the flow of time
Our every trauma can be traced
Back to the Sun.

Helios - Apollon - Fallen Angel - The Antichrist
Helios - Apollon - Fallen Angel - The Antichrist

3. Tellus

Our Mother.
Made of water and mountains
She's the calming ocean
She's eternal fountain

The sound of her woe
Can wipe us off her face

Resonance of this magnitude
Could bring buildings to the ground
Strange is truly the power of the sound
Astonishing amount the energy it holds...
It holds....

These two worlds converge
And soon they will collide
if we're waiting for apocalypse
We'll unconsciously strive for it

And we are the six-year-old
In between.
The martyrs for greater good
Icaros - Jesus - Einstein, aligned

We are their semen.
Wasted seed in her eye.
And she is getting pissed upon
By our father Helios.
She'll wipe us away
Flush us down the drain

4. WE'RE SLAVES

In these closed-circuit systems
People are rid from all responsibilities
Alongside goes their freedoms
We're wolves with sheep abilities
We're being controlled and watched
Under Faceless surveillance
Technocratic society
Keeping an eye of it's slaves

All resistance is prevented
By ridiculing opposition
Revolutionaries re-educated
Brainwashed and reinstated

When you strip language of all words
Eventually they lose their meanings
And when there's no way to express emotion
They'll tarnish in time.

Festering ugliness of this society
Humilitation and self-loathing
Disconnected by global social network
Communication - diminished!
Replaced with meaningless bullshit!
uninformative, hacked up knowledge

We have six billion mouths
But not a single ear
We have twelve billion arms
But no more fingers to burn.
We have six billion mouths
But not a single ear
We have twelve billion arms
But no more fingers to burn.

We're being controlled and watched
Under Faceless surveillance
Technocratic society
Keeping an eye of it's slaves

We are slaves.

We have six billion mouths..
But not a single ear..


5. OF BIRDS & SNAKES

Like birds in their prime
Colorfully feathered are our lies
And like snakes in their dusty scales
We're chasing each other in the night
Emerald eyes glowing in the dark

Like birds with their light bones
We are but one mortal species
There's nothing special to it
We drug ourselves.
We don't see the forest from the trees
Our reality is one-dimensional.
It is our cage




Like Snakes with their venom teeth
We're bound to the ground
We circle around. Biting eachother's tails
Measuring our enemies
We're exactly the same.
We are our worst enemy.
The liar in our Eden, our brother.
Our blood.

Slowly we develop from colorful birds
To bitter vultures.
Slowly we evolve from snakes
Into lizards
Our hearts turn black
And there's no more turning back.

We're vultures and lizards ripping eachother apart.
Like birds and snakes..
We're vultures and lizards ripping eachother apart.

6. ABOVE

Burning flesh, melting skin.
Bringing peace into this shattered mind.
I'm ending one life and starting another
This is my statement. I stand calm in the flames.
Not even fire can change my mind
I rather burn
Than tolerate this.
My wrath won't burn
My disappointment won't melt.
I stand my ground.
In this moment of death,
I found peace
I found balance
I'm ash, I'm dirt
I'm burnt bones
I'm above.

7. JUSTICE IS A WHORE

We tend to claim that justice is blind
But has it even occured to our mind
How small we stand before her might
And how useless it is to fight
Under her judging eye
It's like serving justice to the blind
Serving justice for mankind....

We tend to think that we are right
That this is ours and we must fight
And there's no use for being polite
I take mine with the kitchen knife
It'se like serving justice to the blind
Like serving justice for mankind.

Justice is a whore raped by all our lies
By all our lies.

Of Birds and Snakes

Like birds in their prime
Colourfully feathered are our lies
And like snakes in their dusty scales
We're chasing eachother in the night
Emerald eyes glowing in the dark

We're afraid to breathe
We're afraid to take flight
We're afraid to show our weakness
We're afraid to die

Like birds with their light bones
We are but one mortal species
We are one kind of dying matter
And there's nothing special to it

We drug ourselves
We don't see the forest from the trees
Our reality is one dimensional
It is our cage

Like snakes with their venom teeth
We're bound to the ground
We circle around. Biting each other's tails
Measuring our enemies. Measuring ourselves.
We're exactly the same

Slwoly we develop from colourful birds
To bitter vultures
Slowly we evolve
From snakes to lizards
Our hearts turn black.
And there's no turning back.

Cut To Fit - Babylon Burns lyrics

1 HOW I SEE THE WORLD

Our banal ways
Fastening demise
Severe burns in both arms
No more fingers to be burnt

Too many mistakes on our conscience
Blood filtered through sands of time

Faceless authorities feed us their power
This is how I see the world

Drowning in blood
for no cause
too many faults
obsessed with war
regret is gone
replaced with guns
we're burning the walls
to get out of here

2 THIN AIR

Death beats D-beats in my chest
My body will be a vermins nest
My skull will be used as a spit bowl
My soul will rot with me

And by every second it's harder to breathe
Thin air

this claustrophobic terror, it takes it's hold on free
I need to breathe this thin air, I need to set my soul free

3 MASSGRINDER

We are controlled by mass media
Forged in the flames of pop culture
Manipulation prevents hysteria
They circle us like vultures

Cut the ties to all contextual understanding
We are guided to this state of submission

Gaga thrown to disturb your mind
Hidden intentions to make us obey
Lose your face in to the sea
Of different social masks

MOSH!

Mediocrity is like malignant tumour
Eating it's way to our brain
Our ambition challenged by plain temptation
Of settling for some heap-shit lies

Cut the ties to this useless group of morons
Let them remain in this stable state of confusion

4 SHITFACE SONG

Brand new skin - already stained with sin
Exchange of blood, overdose on heroin

Do I need to take your shit? No fucking way!
Hate to say, but I told you so, now you're dead to me.

Drug abuse - or who's really abusing who?
Needless to say, you need needles every day
Get the fuck off, drug abuser.

5 BORN TO BE BLIND

From the moment of your birth
You are part of this big herd
Being guided by this hidden hand
Which doesn't exist by any chance

You're born to be blind!
Born to be blind!

Choking to your daily bread
your life is but a mistake
Now when it hangs by a single thread
You see the value of pain

6 AMMUNITION IS CHEAPER THAN BREAD

Ammunition is cheaper than bread
I hate those who profit from death
Making money on other's suffering
Big corporations run this world like cattle

And while we struggle on their leash
THey load their guns and wait for release
When bullets are cheaper than human lives
They load their guns and shoot only to kill

7 VIHA JA PELKO

Tuhoan kaiken erilaisen
Eri uskonnot ja värit tieltäni raivaan
Ja vasta tapettuani kaikki huomaan
niiden kaikkien vuotaneen samaa verta

Tyhmyys ei tunne rajoja
Se ei ymmärrä sanoja
Ei käsitä näkemäänsä
Ei käsitä kauneutta

Ja kun kaikki on tehty sen nään
Miten pelko voi sekoittaa pään
Niin helppoa on oikeuttaa
Tuho jonka itse aiheuttaa

8 OMNIPOTENT UNION

Aligned to enslave
Everyone who won't obey
Choose between slavery and obedience
Swallow every fucking word of law

A simple choice to make
Join us or lose your face
All good will be replaced
With short-term lies and poker face

Peer pressure's growing these morons decide
Whether we can live or not
Pathetic masturbation on this powerplay

Too much power in these wrong hands
Bite them off!

9 WESTERN DECLINE

Like a machine with no purpose
Repeating same chain of mistakes
Obediently keeping the course
of self-extermination

Like anal beads in a virgin ass
It's easy to accept that these are our last days

Programmed to defeat only it's self
Snake biting it's own tail
Grief and sorrow replaced
With fear and paranoia

Where the fuck is your god now?

10 ESCRAVIZADOR

Você entende que está dando
As chaves para os conquistadores?
Abrindo os portões da opressãdo certa
Convidando o escravizador!

Convidando o escravizador!

11 GRIND

This is why we do this
noise just for the sound of it
building up models of airplanes
just to blow them up

we were the kids who bought toy cars
So we could wreck them with stones

12 COCKROACH

Shit batters up to jam up the fan
Too many faults to correct
Limitless capacity of bullshit lies
What do you come up with next?

We're in decline cos we followed your path
Now you say it's our fault cos we strayed from the path
get your shit together you fucking cockroach

13 PRO BONO

I knew it, I fucking knew it
Your ONE foundation does good
But not for the ones in need
In fact it does good
For you

You are truly the world's biggest crap
If I stab you I'm sure you blees sap
or at least green blood
Or something like that anyway

Fucking shoot yourself already
Oh yeah
And Oprah is hypocrite
Fat ugly bitch too

14 BABYLON PALAA

Työmuurahaiset kiertävät päivästä toiseen pesää
Raatavat ympäri vuorokauden, jotta voisivat elää
Äkillinen konfliktin murtaa kehän, paniikki ottaa vallan
Hajanaiset joukot taipuvat, kollektiivisen mielen alla

Leikkaan itseni irti maailmastanne ja nauran kun Babylon palaa
Leikkaan itseni irti maailmastanne ja nauran kun Babylon palaa

"A social order seized by convulsive change,
dislocation values and spiritual uncertainty
Inevitably invites the kind of alienation that
Produces evil"

yhteistilit, asuntolainat
Merkkejä orjuudesta
Elät sitä päivästä toiseen
Elät toisten unelmaa

Babylon palaa!