Reaching for the inner bright, the very essence-sun of my dreaming bliss Guided by a fear blinded outside all shades of the perfect black
[Music:Fredrik Thordendal, Jens Kidman, Nicke Lundgren;] [Lyric:Jens Kidman, Fredrik Thordendal] Here we are to stay We all can see the purblind day
[Music:Tomas Haake, Fredrik Thordendal; Lyric:Tomas Haake] Melting hands, as in fear they've ruled but will not anymore Determination now only a coagulating
it's time to go into the me below my morbid self beneath a peril trip the last way out i spin as i let go in spirals down the narrow lines passing through
No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity No wondering whether this is it Clarity to brightly shining the images so painfully absolute No edges blurred on
[Music:Fredrik Thordendal; Lyric:Tomas Haake] A STALE ORGANIC CAGE. INCARCERATION. I'M IN THE STRANGER: ME. (LOST IN CORPOREAL INANITY) THE USER OF
[Music:Fredrik Thordendal; Lyric:Tomas Haake] Corridor of chameleons We're the carriers of a new anomaly; Fold, unfold. Bend, shift color. Always turning
A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe I m inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning death-code incomplete All things before
[Lyrics: Tomas Haake, Music: Fredrik Thordendal] Listen to the hidden tune - The essence of lies in notes defined As we dance to the dissonant sway -
[Music:M?rten Hagstr?m; Lyric:Tomas Haake] Assembled from dead incompatible pieces; Livid fragments regenerated. Decomposing bits of organic matter,
Humanity peeled from our bones Deprived of integuments that make us real. Shadows of flesh to maintain the system Our own blood splashes as we kneel
Me the paragon of fear, an immobile skein of tangled nerves exposed Hastily clawing my way into the darkest of my inner scenes of torture I stay my
[Music: Fredrik Thordendal] [Lyrics: Tomas Haake] Unbound to the pale and lifeless day by the multicolored, multiform A spinning antidream unthought
[Music:Fredrik Thordendal, Johan Sj?gren; Lyric:Jens Kidman, Fredrik Thordendal] An inwrought irksome rabbit is washing my stomach I can't stop thinking
an even stobe a pulse of flashing hatelights of synthetic souls massproduced hammered to shaped a sign of times dreams turn into systems a new way a
[Music:Fredrik Thordendal, Jens Kidman; Lyric:Jens Kidman, Fredrik Thordendal] Vitalize your benevolent thoughts today Encrust the encumbrance that
The scattered jigsaw of my redemption laid out before my eyes Each piece as amorphous as the other Each piece in its lack of shape a lie
Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I m all things vivid in a world of grey So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey My thoughts
