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Barkmachine
04:34
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Paradise tree, there's sixteen colours of diamond mind.
If you belive in a natural beauty.
Oh! light's weakenin', thunder's comin' now.
Everything's shakin', scared crowd's down and out!
For so long there was a party,
time of judgement has came.
Ethernal beggars will be born,
the barkmachine's comin' now!
Parasites, beggars and surely lawyers,
infected bark of every tree,
unable to understand that they are a live
behind the lies beyond their dreams.
But there's a cure for your dirty illness
it can heal your disfigured brain.
But don't ask me when it's comin',
it's thing of the highest spheres.
Be sure! It the truth, it's serves right to you!
Now here's comin' Barkmachine!
Angel's girls it's not easy to find in paradise.
Rub-down trees' are standin' now!
All bastards naked cryin', Barkmachine is laughing cuttin' now.
Everything's shakin', scared crowd's down and out!
For so long there was a party,
time of judgement has came.
Ethernal beggars will be born,
the barkmachine's comin' now!
Parasites, beggars and surely lawyers,
infected bark of every tree,
unable to understand that they are a live
behind the lies beyond their dreams.
But there's a cure for your dirty illness
it can heal your disfigured brain.
But don't ask me when it's comin',
it's thing of the highest spheres.
Be sure! It the truth, it's serves right to you!
Now here's comin' Barkmachine!
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2. |
Enslaved
04:41
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Imprisoned by my own body
feeling like my own parody,
want to have fun like everybody,
but i can't, just can't...
Wanna be free like my own spirit
not to believe all peoples bullshit,
shake down the flesh chains but i can't kill it
I wish I could, wish I could.
Black is only useful colour
falling down, below and under,
sometimes wish I was another
different kind of man.
I feel like enslaved and deadly sick.
I feel like enslaved, got to get out quick.
Golden cage of bitter sorrow,
golden age but dark tomorrow,
golden rage against song sparrow,
that's what I see, I see.
Crazy nights followed by lonely days,
all the world seems to be one big maze,
madness or death are the only ways
for me, to be free.
I feel like enslaved, cause money don't wait.
I feel like enslaved, broken heart donate.
I feel like enslaved, God what can I do?
I feel like enslaved, I'm captive of You!
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3. |
Rain Over Me
07:22
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Silver clouds are flowing overlap my memories,
autumn rain's falling, kneeling on my knees.
Drops are pictures painting on the cobblestones under me,
outlines softly fading in timeless streams.
From water reborn world's place growing over me,
dancin' in silver shining clear and unbelievable.
Autumn rain's falling, lost between my palms,
water streams are running, never end...
You've been so lonely,
smallest dolly in your hands,
desire for mother's touches,
all, she ever does.
Floods of thinnest shadows fill the part of beating heart,
the rain has been stopped now frozen in living art.
Doesn't need arms which it's holdin' on.
No promises been given to me want be taken from me...
Light upon faces, behind panes of glass,
pushing their opening mouth in amazement.
Autumn rain's falling, dissolving of breath painting,
somewhere washing away tears of dolls and haze.
Shining cleary wetshapes, footsteps on the gray shelves,
coming to themselves in silver rainy day.
Autumn rain's falling, dissolving of breath painting,
somewhere washing away tears of dolls and haze.
You've been so lonely,
smallest dolly in your hands,
desire for mother's touches,
all, she ever does.
Floods of thinnest shadows fill the part of beating heart,
the rain has been stopped now frozen in living art.
Doesn't need arms which it's holdin' on.
No promises been given to me want be taken from me...
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4. |
Mr. Wormwood
04:36
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You are always telling me,
that this words have deeper sense.
You've pretended to be god,
but it's your way of offence.
Everybody's asking me,
whats the name of the killing star,
perhaps some mr. Wormwood
the bittersweet superstar.
Now new star supervened.
Heathen gaze, empty face.
The acid rain, ball and chain,
butterflies screamed and died .
I was the first who left you
and the priest who saw you.
My faith is constant since day I
overcame distorted truth.
Seventh herald of the court
kills the silence with his speech,
like a woodworm, shoot down now
green haired, black skinned, fairie preach.
Now new star supervened.
Heathen gaze, empty face.
The acid rain, ball and chain,
butterflies screamed and died .
This is the last page from Jimmy's diary..
Nobody can't find black box from the fallen star.
Are there any survivals?
Moneybags are ruined, poor men ted dust to dust.
Why? When both castes are death?
Each of gods kill all his prists.
One of them turned over the cross and created endless garden of canapes with toothpicks.
Well, faith is subtle thing.
All prisoners are finaly free. There will be no pain, cries, or ball and chain anymore.
Why? When corpses have no emotions.
Jimmy's guitar gentely weeps,
but there is no air to resound the broken strings.
Now new star supervened.
Heathen gaze, empty face.
The acid rain, ball and chain,
butterflies screamed and died .
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5. |
It's Not The Game
04:45
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Dust is dashing all around, you can't lift a hand.
it's like the sun is scorched down, it draws close to death.
Why you felt so flawless?
Trying too much to get yourself away (takin' away....)
Big dunes of sand stretch over the land to skyline.
Ahead wave of heat is trying to get inside to boil your brain.
Crawlin' somewhere, but there's nothing, only sand.
There's no reason to
trying too much to get ….
away, some day, it's not easy to be far away.
'Cause it's not the game,
'cause one day, you can stay inside and under ground
play, don't forget, that findin' the key to stay alive, it's no solution,
one day, you can stay , alone closed in a stone tomb.
Now you'll see the lines, are carved in ancient stones.
Cold in dark and you dream, if you think you are to win (it's mistake)
Stone blocks are tuckin' with big roar, like a mass of death.
It's a trap and there's only way out for the scarabs.
Don't think that, it's all a game!
Too late for getting …
away, some day, it's not easy to be far away.
'Cause it's not the game,
'cause one day, you can stay inside and under ground
play, don't forget, that findin' the key to stay alive, it's no solution,
one day, you can stay , alone inside.
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6. |
Threads
04:40
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Far behind the trees cowered the sculpture of
humanity in appreciation.
Crowd of silent guys wearing in suits of
moral law, only justify.
Sweet kitties scratching with
claws on the golden wall.
Temptation of anguished
souls tapping on thread.
Were your behaviour societal?
Did you think about things?
That were respectet by superior,
donť be afraid the threads,
so clammy eight-eyes keeper
will be very funny,
so, where the hell are you going?
All confesions so clammy like
threads pass over me.
Solutions can't help you,
don't depend on how far it pass behind.
Were your behaviour societal?
Did you think about things?
That were respectet by superior,
donť be afraid the threads,
so clammy eight-eyes keeper
will be very funny,
so, where the hell are you going?
When your life is slowly gone,
the buildings falling on, fallig in pieces.
When crystal palaces are breaking down,
so where the hell the angels?
- are falling in ... pieces.
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7. |
My Bacon Bride
04:24
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My Bacon bride, you are the only one
my joy and pride.
Sorry I lied, I really gotta run,
you know I tried.
And if I never come back don't be fried.
My Bacon dear, believe I gotta leave,
at least for year.
Please have no fear, I can take care of myself,
hopely all clear.
And if I never come back get one more beer, my Bacon dear.
And if I never come back don't be sad, you know I'm mad.
And if I never come back feel my love, my Bacon dove.
And if I never come back don't be scared, you know I cared.
My Bacon wife, don't mess around I warn you,
put down that knife.
You are my life, but sometimes things don't happen
although we strive.
So you believe that I lost my mind.
Perhaps the thing is I'm a different kind.
Come with me baby I'll show you light of black,
but I can promise you we'll never coming back.
And cause we'll never come back don't be sad, you know I'm mad.
And cause we'll never come back don't be fried, my Bacon bride.
And cause we'll never come back don't be scared, you know I cared...
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8. |
Evil Axis
03:49
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Have you ever heard about good old stuff?
Have you ever met the pouch full of luck?
The news spread around, so that
the band is back in town so let's go, come on! Come on!
All tickets are sold out - few hours ago.
The girls with made-up face - few minutes to the show.
Everyhing's so nice, nothing should be spoiled,
but there's somebody, who can win and let you go.
Evil axis,
pay your taxis!
Time flees and people remember just big things.
Time flees and it's a wasp's final sin.
You're poor man, evil axis,
just fatman on your place, pay your taxis!
Evil axis,
pay your taxis!
Evil axis, (Terminated brain)
pay your taxis! (Motherfucking pain)
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9. |
Still in Heart
03:07
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Am I still in your heart?
Am I still a bit your part?
At the begining
it looked so nice and well,
now it seems that everything is going to fucking hell.
You say we can be just friends.
And you say no more romance.
You know I'm not bad Guy,
just a little fool,
please look inside your heart and say that we are cool.
Your unwise decision
it just made us cry,
maybe we can make it
maybe we should try.
You know before you I was nothing,
now without you I feel the same.
But I must admit you one thing,
you made me better man, but ...
Sometimes I wish I never met you,
sometimes I wish I was dead.
Sometimes I wish we are back together,
but I know we can't.
Yes you are in my heart. (still in my heart)
Yes you are a bit my part. (still my part)
Ooooooooh...
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10. |
There's Late
06:01
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Now there's no time, I've triyed to find, but you turn-away your back.
Everyone who's, in lonesome place, thanks for gratefulness.
Footprint in sand, deep hands of giants, can't bring me you back.
They brought me too high, I've not intend plane, with steamy clouds, where I'm yet.
There's no time...
There's no time, sun's going down already.
Perhaps the mine, where somebody lay, they dig it out like a grave.
Half moon still stays, in road of strays, clean forms falling there yet.
They brought me too high, I've not intend plane, with steamy clouds, where I'm yet.
There's no time...
I suddenly fly and without you
cry, straying, much dreaming about you.
I suddenly fly and without you
cry, standing, much bleeding about you.
So she was fine, now sun's going down, why have we ever to met?
Perhaps the mine, where her lucky lay, they dig it out like a death.
Half moon still stays, in road of strays, clean forms falling there yet.
They brought me too high, I've not intend plane, with steamy clouds, where I'm yet.
There's no time...
I suddenly fly and without you
cry, straying, much dreaming about you.
I suddenly fly and without you
cry, standing, much bleeding about you.
Maybe it's not a crime to be with you
and lie without the lies. (maybe)
Smile it's not a crime to be with you
and lie without the lies. (maybe.....!)
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11. |
Courting Boast
03:50
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You think he will be your court card jack
who's courting to your heart.
Telling anyone "you bet that she was!"
and now you're boasting, boasting with your pride.
You're entwined more and more in your own lies.
And don't you see, that you need attention,
you need your own court jester, you need your self-conceit,
now..!
Prideful like Arachne,
now sheding tears of Niobe.
You're still climbing up while they cheated you with court card jack
make-up face, which you never wipe out.
In those card games, when you see yourself,
seein' in disgrace blow up in your face.
Prideful like Arachne,
now sheding tears of Niobe.
Prideful like Arachne,
now sheding tears of Niobe.
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12. |
Sigiriya
08:30
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Strech of the crag, spread wings in the beat,
above the land the wind tastes so sweet,
dew is my brew, and speed is my need.
Aerating the clouds with sturdust in my eyes,
golden mask of sun, which everynight dies,
borns every morning, with no needs for cries.
Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh
Sweet scent of flowers fill my mystical way,
green hair of jungle grows from its feet of clay
and finally Dharma has its own feast day.
Reaching for my destiny, Giant Lion guards the gate,
entering the monastery with traitors head on silver plate,
gators left down in the garden, hopefully I find the mate.
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh
I'm looking for you, looking for you.
Now I see you standing high.
It looks like some island growing
in the air.
Dont be afraid to spread your arms.
With winds of Sigiryia
you will never fall, onto the earth.
I'm looking for you, looking for you.
And i dream about dream, about dream, about dream, about you....
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