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.