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"The painful screams of the body,
that is what you can hear...

...before you meet your own shadow."

The path of sorrow I walk upon.
Getting more sad for every step I take.
Darkness cover my eyes.

The roads obstacles I have met.
No light is present on my path.
The end of the road is near.

Kindness is a lie.
Sorrow is my friend.
My way is walked.

 

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--D3AD & DR1PP1NG--

Matriarchal piety disturbed at their
Vespers.
Sisterly society feels the stifling whispers...
Anger of the dead-at-sea denied proper
Interment,
Dumped overboard summarily, washed down
In a current.

Sepulchral consideration...
Wrathful omen...
Dog removed from the casket,
Dead and dripping.

First stage of disintegration... Piecemeal
Decomposition
Of the indignant deceased, submerged for
What reason?
Parchedness of living throats and mouths
Has cracked some tongues
But attempts to slake their thirst (only)
Leads to soaking lungs.

Hearts are heavy, minds are numb, souls
Oppressed...
Supernatural siege upon the landlocked
Dead.
Baptism in netherfluids In their crypts,
(but) Suffocating dryness in the catacombs.

Mad at thirst, they dry
To draw sustenance
From a burial mound;
Necrophagous fails,
Aridity ends lives,
More wet corpses found.

Watery warfare, and in its mist,
The forsaken
Who cry for them, the bridges of
The flaccid god.

Intone a funeral rosary...
Blessed morbid murmur
To hopefully placate the dead and
End the curse of moisture.



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[Lyrics by Volker Frerich]

Within the stench of the burning air
Comes the conclusion of having gone too far
Fading away is the concept of terror
To withdraw from the human mind forever

Beyond forgiveness - Reflecting distortion
Absolute silence - No need for remorse
Gathering darkness will shelter my soul
Returning to origin - Man's own black hole

Decades of errors were filled with selfish torment
Decades of horror as the continents were burning
Insanity is hidden under above's holy grace
It forces the mighty for the weak ones to trace

All laughter and sorrow is sure to be vanished
Now there's space after everyone is punished
In my consciousness deep feelings of shame
Will I take them with me forever to remain?

Beyond forgiveness - Twisting expulsion
Absolute silence - Too late for remorse
Gathering darkness is spreading out cold
Returning to origin - Man's own black hole



Recovery

When I wake up, I want to see you
I need to hear you
I want to live your life
In my day, I fail to see
I fail to seek the one that gives life
I've looked away from your grace
You've been waiting at the gates
I'm running, you're standing still
It's been so long since I've been here
It's time to come back again
It's time to make a correction
Slain to the past
Resurrect me
Undeserving
You love me still
Your love, I love
I've run away a thousand times
I've run away for the last time
I'm alone with bleeding and broken hands
It's been so long since I've seen your love
I've looked away from your grace
You've been waiting at the gates

POETRY

Benn Gottfried - The Cycle:

The lone molar of a whore
who had died unknown
had a gold filling.
As if by silent agreement
the others had all fallen out.
But this one the morgue attendant knocked out
and pawned to go dancing.
For, he said,
Only earth should return to earth.



Charles Baudelaire - Beauty:

I am as lovely as a dream in a stone;
My breast on which each finds his death in turn
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As everlasting clay, and as taciturn.
Swanwhite of heart, as sphinx no mortal knows.
My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
I hate all movement that disturbs my pose;
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.

Before my monumental attitudes,
Taken from the proudest plastic arts,
My poets prayin austere studious moods,

For I, to fold enchantment roun their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and,
The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.



John Dryden - Happy The Man:

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I haved lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possesed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

URBAN DISCIPLINE

Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime
I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died
And from those who have gone down in life that just never
tried
Life is just too short I realize that now
I'm gonna get my shit together and try to make it some how
Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once
So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch

Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool
Type of education you can't get in school
Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned
Nobody to teach me, I just learned
A man like clay molded by his surroundings
He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding
Assembly line that I've been through
A hard motherfucker with a bad attidude
Maybe its just the times we live in
Maybe its just urban discipline

The ways of urban life are not as they seem
Standing up and fighting is what living here means
In order to survive you've got to earn your respect
The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret


----SICK OF IT ALL----
THE FUTURE IS MINE

If you want to save me leave me alone
with your sick polluted soul
if you want to save me leave me alone
the future's mine
it's such a waste of precious time, precious years
precious feelings that are misdirected
and should be disconnected
it's such a shame to learn a lesson
after giving of yourself in all so many ways
to find it didn't pay
if you want to save me leave me alone - now!
don't want to compromise myself
low self image hasn't got the best of confidence
at least not yet it hasn't
only the least affected can be the most respected
just to escape is worth the temporary pain and hurt
if you want to save me leave me alone
i've had enough this time
the future is mine
my friends objectively
told me again and again about the things that i refused to see




Stare & Wonder

Through this window, I see my vision is crystal clear
It won't be long now
Never tainted
It won't be long now
Always crystal
The darkest night
I used to feel alive
Could we believe it?
Could they believe it?
I could feel the twisting in the wells of my inner self
Could we believe it?
Could they believe it?
It won't be long now... Never tainted... Always crystal
If seeing is believing, then this heart has never been beating
You should have let me live at least for one more day
Instead the silence takes me in vain
Everything you choose to say
Your piercing gaze
It rips my soul away
You should have let me live in vain
Just stare and wonder when I'm gone
Just stare and wonder why... You should have let me live