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.