The Word and the Song

As it was written, as we were written.

A point in time, the timeless time.

The endless in which the word was forgotten.

The word rung out,
and it echoed through the valley.

We were born and we sung.
A timeless song from the bottom of our souls.
But in the end, it was forgotten.

Isolation

Isolated from the world.
A stuffed animal in a cage.

These chains are broken,
the cage is unlocked.
Yet here I am,
still isolated from the world.

If only freedom was something you could touch.
If only.
I would run away with you by my side.
Side by side.
Hands held.
High grass all around.
Your dark hair floating around
In the airwaves of time.
Celebration of something to be touched.
The freedom felt, the high grass, the hands held and the dark hair.

If only.
Still isolated in this home of mine.
This cage I've found.
This place in this world of ours.
The only place to call mine.
Nowhere.

Essentia

Jag blundar till och känner huvudet hänga neråt.
Gravitationen tar kraft och slukar mig.
Ögonlocken känns tunga.
Rödsprängda blå ögon.
Känseln i fingertopparna ilar och hela kroppen vill ha sin mänskliga näring.

Vem finns?
Vad är det jag ser i spegeln?

Jag tror på rymdvarelser,
jag ser dem överallt.
Den skräckinjagande vyn över vår förbrukade jord.
Irra omkring och förstå ingenting.

Vem finns?
Vad finns?
Finns finns?
Vad är det jag ser i spegeln?

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I close my eyes and feel my head hang down.
Gravity takes its toll and devours me.
The eyelids feel heavy.
Bloodshot blue eyes.
The sense of touch in the fingertips textiles and the whole body crave for human nurturing.

Who exists?
What is it that I see in the mirror?

I believe in aliens.
I see them everywhere.
The grisly view of our exhausted earth.
Wander around and understand nothing.

Who exist?
What exists?
Does existance exist?
What is it that I see in the mirror?

Smile

I find myself reaching out.
Again and again.
There is not a thing to grasp.
Never ever.
Is this how it should be?
I smile and wave.
You walk away.

Footprints

I live for the mud below my feet.
Footprints is left behind.
But rain will come again and wash away everything.

Holy Spirit

Forgive me, for I have sinned
Forgive you, for having faith

Grasp the nothing.
Call it air, call it space.
You have faith in this matter.

Forgive me, for I have thought
Forgive you, for you have sought.

Grasp the nothing
Call it everything. Call it God.
You have faith in the holy spirit.

Forgive me, for I have killed
Forgive you, for you have died.
You have faith, but you are nothing.

Dead Hunter

Dead hunter
growing cold
giving life.

Dead hunter
in my eyes
killing time
gave them life.

Dead hunter
every time.

The Lady With the Crutches

"To get up in the morning."

Weeds

We are all told we grow up as flowers
coming up from the ground as weeds with terrible needs
You sow what you were taught
and you plant with what you have brought.

Tell us all we are beautiful flowers
Weeds get useless dreams of becoming roses.
Say what you say about hours
the growth will only show if there are no roses.

We grow tall on the empty fields
grass is grass but it has its needs
the sun will no longer fulfill our needs
our rain will no longer befriend our trees.

Dry and unsound but we are stuck in the ground
we try to escape,
but we end up the same.

Weeds and withering roses go hand in hand
when the glim and the luminous
burn the growth and the plants.

Tumors of the earth, mutant and chemical
scientists fail and so does the religious
Atoms, hydrogen and helium;
the result of the war of the space and the infinite.

62

- "Where do you live?"
- "62"

Words from the past...

To destroy what keeps us in these ruins.Tell the flaunting ghosts to let go of their last hope.Convince them to breath the same cold breathe as we shall once breath.Give it another go.Where are we going?
Do you remember when we were going to die together?We were going to share our decay in the same resting place.Will you ever feel that way about someone else?I'm not sure if I still miss you,But I just can't let go.I told you I never would.

Dare

I dare you to despise what's real,
I dare you to disrupt what feels.

Take away the feelings that you hold on to.
Kill the life,
dry out and rot.
I dare you.

Checking out

This ain't no hotel,
this ain't no hotel.

But I'm here on vacation,
this is my idea of a vacation.

This ain't no hotel,
this ain't no hotel.

Not anymore it's not.
I checked in, didn't I?
But I will take my leave,
this is the end of the wonderful vacation.

I am checking out,
'cause this ain't no hotel
and this ain't no damn vacation.

Vacancy.

It

You won't change it.
No, you won't change it.
No one ever will.


This isn't for you.

In Her Eyes

Tell me what you are,
spare me the energy.
Tell me who I am,
since I can't see me.

Same old talk, same old lies
bubbly perfection creeps in her eyes.
But I know better now.
It's better not knowing anything.

The bubbles burst,
the colors fade,
she will turn out to be the same.

It's quite humurous,
since she's probably painting me out in the same way.

There is no hope.
Reproduction
hand me a rope
give the introduction.

Tell me there is a fucking way
out of this plot,
these pointless words will make no sense.
But this desert road has gone too far.
No oasis in sight.
You turn,
U-turn.

Hearts

The two hearts beatng.
The breaths, the heat.
All at once.
One pace.

Echoes

I walk alone through lonesome corridors.
I can see us now and then.
The difference is nothing farther
than the cries of the empty halls
and the presence of now and then.
The echo bounces from wall to wall.

I can still feel your heart beat,
even now when it no longer beats for me.

Ma-npi ya

Take on,
take flight.
Take on,
take flight.

"Wu-kan-kan
Yan uía-oij íoe
Wa-kan-kan
Yan-wa on íoe
Ma-npi-ya"

I shall not be here.
I shall rise and pass.
'cause there is no core.
The tree is dead.

Only soil remains, they said.
They were right.

My shame is greater than the soil.
I can't live with two hearts beating.

But I find comfort in that to the soil I shall return.

Nothing

Nothing leads anywhere and that's okay. Because I don't want anymore.

Focus

Zoom in, zoom out.
Just like the films.
In motion and out of motion.
Slow motion,
motion,
no motion.
Silence.

Storm

Mänsklig kontakt? Nej tack.
Det stormar här inombords,
varför stormar det ej ute?

Ages

Ages/Decades

Future/Past

Ill/Mental

Angles/Degrees

Rot/Decay

Life/Death

Body Fluids

You are nothing but body parts
and you are nothing but what runs in a pool of blood.
You are nothing but body fluids.
And you're nothing but the same that runs through me.

A stack of meat that is filled with death.
And as I take a breath,
I know that I am just that.
Nothing but body fluids,
a stack of meat.

Just body fluids running out in time,
the stack of meat, put in the ground.

Veins and bones,
skin and limbs,
blood and water.

My bones will last forever.

I Am Expected

I feel it growing inside of me,
the nothing
and the everything.
Tear it apart.
Burn it alive
before it takes me.
The ashes remains,
I care less and less for names

I can see the hole from where I am standing,
I conquer it again..
I remain here.
I say the same, do the same.
The crows circle overhead,
the vultures await in eager way.
I am expected.
You don't understand,
I am expected.

I burn the cause,
I burn the blame,
I burn it all.
I am consumed by the flames.

Change of Pace

I don't know what I am anymore.
No question of thought nor endurance.
There is no pace,
and there is nothing to be sought.
The change is here
but the response will be the same.

I don't know.
You don't know.
They don't know.
No one knows.

Masks of hope and faith
removed by truth and self-hate.

No words can describe what I want to say,
'cause there is no truth.
Nothing is to be sought.
No pace,
no time,
no space
and nothing else rhymes

I hate words.
I hate my thoughts.
I hate myself.

Sensation

To cease to exist,
to release this body.
To relieve it of me.
To cease to feel.

A minor sensation,
a major depression.

Sure, I am sick,
sick of myself
and sick of people who care.

Agony

An animal in agony
Please put me down.
Mercy-kill is what they call it.

A deer in the headlights,
a fish caught on the hook.
Tell me I am different,
tell me I am wrong.

Please have mercy
and end this force fed lie.
I am tired, I am dread.
I am empty, I am fed.

And as the dog walks astray
to be alone and to fade to gray.
I will turn you all away,
I will too accept my fate.

Empty Halls

I feel the same way as these empty halls
in which I have to walk through every day.
Long, hollow and drained of life.
No reasons to walk and no reasons to stop.

I might collapse any minute now.
The leaves will fall and coat the ground.

Hours

Hour by hour,
day by day.
An hour has passed
and I don't know why.

Hour by hour,
day by day.
Every day is just the same.

Every minute is a minute lost,
but in the end
it has no matter,
until the next day begins.
Then I know how endless it is.
And every time an hour floats
I try to grab and to hold on
but these currents sweep me way away
and eventually I float away.

Hour by hour,
day by day.
I will float forever,
I will float away.

Weapons of Mass Destruction

We are all a part of this
and no matter what we say or think
we are all aliens to someone else.

We're all apart of this universe
We all begun as dust
and to return to that we shall.
And no matter what we say or think,
we are all a part of this
and if there's anyone else out there;
we are as alien to them as they are to us.

We build our majestic walls
We build our weapons of mass destruction
'cause we shall all return to dust
We are all just waiting.

And this hollow planet of ours will explode
and we will be left out there.
Feeling nothing,
being nothing.

We will build our weapons of mass destruction
because we are all a part of this.
We're all hostile aliens to somebody else.

"It will get better"

What am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
"It will get better".
So you say.

This is who I am,
this ain't no phase,
no illness,
problem,
or disorder.
This is me
down to the core.
Brutally honest.
Questioning.

I realized a long time ago
that it ain't worth it
and that I won't make it.
You can't prove me wrong.

"It will get better"?

Escape

I remember when she played me Epilogue To a Carcrash on guitar.
This is what we made us special.
No one will ever take that away from me.
Even though you are no longer with me.

Escape this place,
pave the way.
Tear their transcript.
It will never be okay.

So how can he compete with that?
How can you settle with not knowing?
I thought you were like me.
Never give up, never give in.
Raise hell together, breathe the way.
Be the way,
pave the way,
escape this place.

Home

Something that once was once my home was once my home.
Bound to a promise.
It was something I could hold onto.
You swore you'd teach and never let go.
We were bound to this promise.
Why did you let go?

We built my home.
We built our home.
You locked me out.
The cold will take me.
The wolves will take me.
My life will give life.
If not to you, to these wolves.
The wolves will feed,
the worms will feed,
my ghost will need a sanctuary.

Lost and Rotten

Out of all the words you said
these were the ones that could have saved us both
but you said them far too late.

And if only I would've told the truth
things would be all different now.

And I wouldn't have to rot.
Seeing the energy in their eyes.
The same energy that once sparked in mine.
It's a long way down to see them
but it's one of those times when you just can't look away.
I just want to see them,
lost and rotten,
just like I am.

And I knew when we were together
that I wouldn't have to lie.
I'm insane, I'm justified.
Even then, I did not know how to dance.

Now it's that secret in their eyes.
The one I swear that I could have touched.
But the holy mountain crumbled down.
And I'm held in these ruins,
and what once was the hope,
what once was my hope,
burned me up.
I am burned to the ground.

And wouldn't it be a waste to keep me held in these ruins?

"Every living creature on earth dies alone."