Splitting the lyrics from the previous post so it doesn't get too long...
"His Final Stretch Of The Journey"
"Valo!... se sokaisee minut..."
Translation: "Light!... it blinded me..."
He opened his eyes to see the light
shining at the end of the tunnel;
The one he had been waiting for.
The nearing symbol of liberation:
Soon he’d be free from the time,
From the fights, from the pain,
From that which he had abhorred
Life had given him many lemons
to put in the basket on his back;
Without a day that passed he was sore.
But complacency won the battle,
As he made his life’s lemonade,
Not knowing that the basket
was making his spine deform.
Death can be our way of life;
It is a path we all can take;
Sometimes we yearn for light,
Yet to nevermore awake.
His daily bread was a plate of lies;
He was force-fed till the end;
He drank from the cup of false hopes.
His trying was ineffectual; in life
all his hard work left uncredited,
Unnoticed, unrecognized -
He never reaped what he’d sown.
Death can be our way of life;
It is a path we all can take;
Sometimes we yearn for light,
Yet to nevermore awake.
Sometimes we’re kept awake at night
by a storm of misguided hate.
It’s hopeless never knowing quite
our pain for us who could abate.
Vicarious life got him to nowhere,
An unending roundabout of pain.
Led back to the start, no matter which road.
He had driven without direction;
The failure of dictation had angered him
to the point that he had no desire
to know where he’d go...
Solo
And so away he drifted:
The sorrows of life faded from him;
A calming night crushed down on his soul.
It was his final stretch of the journey;
But as he came closer to the light,
It was no longer comforting, it was cold.
Death can be our way of life;
It is a path we all can take;
Sometimes we yearn for light,
Yet to nevermore awake.
Sometimes we’re kept awake at night
by a storm of misguided hate.
It’s hopeless never knowing quite
our pain for us who could abate.
When he opened his eyes the second time,
He now saw not the eternal brightness.
Like his life, the gleam had faded away,
And the sun then once again rose over him.
Perkele.
"Follow The Leader"
I take a stroll through this park
On this cold winter’s night
Dying trees in falling snow
Behind black clouds, the moon shines bright
And on a seat of frozen grass
I take a look and then I see
That in the sea of cold white light
Only my shadow’s there for me
I see the frigid cross up in the sky
A ship to happiness and its mast
The cold red carpet cuts through the heart
The candles glow, down to their last
And on a seat of hallowed pine
I take a look and then I see
In the moon creeping through the doors
Not even God is there for me
Finally, I come to your resting place
With woe I read your name
And just one though crosses my mind:
How can we meet again?
So on a seat of haunted stone
I take a look and finally see
That if our love were to exist again
Then only death is there for me
"Spa For The Suicidal"
(An ode to Singapore's Bedok Reservoir)
If you’re feeling crushing pressures
And trust me— here, you will
Come to the oasis in the east
Through the thicket lies a place, a space
Away from all the stresses that thrive
In the concrete hell beside
Enjoy a lengthy relaxation
One place that nothing will interrupt
End up on the beach of hot stones
Rest your face in the mud
Come to the spa for the suicidal
Forever rest in clear waters deep
It’s where we all want to go
The experience is heavenly
No job, no home, no cash, no future
What life is there to value?
Here you just relax and let it go
Finally you can find some peace
But don’t be stupefied by the thought
This is no escape from the law
Enjoy a lengthy relaxation
One place that nothing will interrupt
End up on the beach of hot stones
Rest your face in the mud
Come to the spa for the suicidal
Forever rest in clear waters deep
It’s where we all want to go
The experience is heavenly
Solo
Enjoy a lengthy relaxation
One place that nothing will interrupt
End up on the beach of hot stones
Rest your face in the mud
Come to the spa for the suicidal
Forever rest in clear waters deep
It’s where we all want to go
The experience is heavenly
Spa for the suicidal
Spa for the suicidal
Spa for the suicidal
The experience is heavenly
"River Of Ice"
I was born an unwanted child
I was a whale washed up on the shore
I was placed in a hand basket to Hell
Cast down the river of ice
I rest upon the frigid waters
I’m out of place, I’m stuck
I have nowhere to go
Frozen’s time in an endless winter
As I float down the river of ice
Slow is the flow of the frozen river
I’ll never make it out to sea
Yet I long to make my covenant
To the greater force, a cold black mirror
I rest upon the frigid waters
I’m out of place, I’m stuck
I have nowhere to go
Frozen’s time in an endless winter
As I float down the river of ice
Solo
I rest upon the frigid waters
I’m out of place, I’m stuck
I have nowhere to go
Frozen’s time in an endless winter
As I float down the river of ice
As… I… float…
Down the river of ice
As… I… float…
Down the river of ice
As… I… float…
Down the river of ice
As… I… float…
"In Thy Name"
You live your life in search of what is true
You never wait and see, perhaps it’ll come to you
But instead you choose to blind yourself and go
And thus never will you move on with something new
You live your life in hopes of getting higher
You follow blindly to avoid getting burned by fire
And in this fashion a misunderstanding’s built
A never-ending game of telephone, please God, cut the wire
You don’t know what’s right or wrong
And you’re not superior
You don’t know where we belong
And you’re not superior
Around the world you preach and yell:
Fulfill the will
As long as you do it in His name
You can break every rule
Solo
You don’t know what’s right or wrong
And you’re not superior
You don’t know where we belong
And you’re not superior
Around the world you preach and yell:
Fulfill the will
As long as you do it in His name
You can break every rule
You light a candle on this altar
I’ll pick it up and let it glow
You hold it high towards nothingness
And I’ll still find my way in the end
On this day, we gather to say goodbye
to a dear departed, this self-killer.
Yet, we pray in Thy name that You will
accept him into your arms; for he hath
hurt no more than a block of wood,
And never in a name such as Thine,
So in faith of all that is just...
"Do Us Part"
(This one's a little angsty even though it still has my style IMO, but I had to write it - and I wrote it for a reason.)
Seems every time you try your best
The ones that prosper are the rest
And it leaves you beaten and sore
It looks like I was no exception
Stop over-thinking and kill all affection
And so I’ll suffer all this pain no more
It’s a frozen sword into my heart
To see all the sycophants deceive you
Mistreat you, berate you, forsake you
For some reason you go back for more
I’m letting your cold wind blow
Through the open doors of my heart
May death do us part
The height of your hypocrisy
Slowly freezing over my heart
May death do us part
When I finally was ahead in the race
You burned the medal with a smile on your face
Enough to make me bleed from the core
And so I think I’ll end all life
And so I think I’ll end my strife
For I never hurt the ones that I adore
It’s a frozen sword into my heart
To see all the sycophants deceive you
Mistreat you, berate you, forsake you
For some reason all they do you ignore
I’m letting your cold wind blow
Through the open doors of my heart
May death do us part
The height of your hypocrisy
Slowly freezing over my heart
May death do us part
Solo
It’s a frozen sword into my heart
To see all the sycophants beat you
Mistreat you, berate you, forsake you
For some reason you go back for more
I’m letting your cold wind blow
Through the open doors of my heart
May death do us part
The height of your hypocrisy
Slowly freezing over my heart
May death do us part
"A Chronicle Of Time (The Traps)"[/size]
I: Survivor Of Time (a poem)
The tear that escapes my eye is warm, and deep;
It flows like a survivor of time, a fragment of
my memories that now seem so far away…
II: An Old Friend In A New Body
So many times I’ve had sand kicked in my face
So many piles of shit I’ve stepped in on my race
Against opponent ever-competent, he makes me fail
All of the people that I’ve hated – just unavoidable distractions
And now that I’ve gotten the chance to detach myself
From harsh realities clinging to my legs
They may leave a scratch or two, they burn in the sea
of my agonies – but I’m finally surfacing
O, how I forgot what happiness feels like
O, how I forgot what innocence feels like
And then I once again reopen my arms to friendship
I feel its warmth embrace me back; for I was alone
For all those days that scarred, I won’t pick at them
For I know the bad will never cease to bleed out of me,
If I did.
O, how I forgot what happiness feels like
O, how I forgot what innocence feels like
My old friends have taken on new bodies
And I have finally come home.
I can’t believe I spent those days wallowing
in my misery, squeezing what I’ve been given:
The drink was acid-sour, it melted my throat;
The stench had burned my eyes
But now I’ve poured it down the drain –
The fruits of my labors are useless
I’m setting all of my sorrows free –
Fly south, and never back.
III: Breakdown
Funeral… the symbol
The one I reminisce upon
Time… the killer
My memories stay clear
Tears… the leader
Beginning of my breakdown
Fear… the weakness
Here comes another day now
IV: Survivor Of Time (Reprise)
The self-killer’s gone, his gleam has died
The happy memories are survivors of time
They eat away, haunting the future near to him
Survivors of time – too strong for their own good
My memories good lick at me with venom
And my bad simmer within, praying for their days
V: The Bad Always Ends (a poem)
My friends, I place a question unto thee:
How do you think it feels to have truly
no recollection of what it is like to not
be unhappy?
It has eluded me, dear friends, for years, Happiness;
Eventually I fell into Melancholy’s trap.
Like quicksand, its evil embrace refuses to break;
In the end it smothers, in the midst of our panic
to escape from the pit.
Perhaps Happiness too has a trap. One of a sweet
nectar that clings to hearts and pulls us slowly back.
Perhaps of far greater than the dangers of Melancholy.
Two years of agony I endured. Two bereft
of Happiness. And no longer could I reach it –
Melancholy’s trap for me was satisfaction.
And now, my friends, I stand perched on the cliff;
One move will send me to the traps.
Both are deadly. It is the decision of which I
can see as not as bad. Because when time comes by,
The bad always ends, and everything turns to nothing.
But first, it must prolong, and tomorrow my agonies
begin once more; for the thin line between
Happiness and Melancholy is finally wearing out.
"The Curse Of Life"
If there truly exists a heaven above,
A paradoxical paradise it must be
For if it really is where I am from
Why on this damned earth am I here?
Sent to this perverse backward world
Under the reigns of crime and killing;
And life can’t possibly be a gift
For this, and for I was chosen for it
Violence, warfare – result of stupidity
Killing – the pastime of humanity
I would rather die with some dignity
Than be bound by the curse of life
And when I trace my haunted path,
Each turn had led me off the road
And to finally find my way back home
I’m compelled to drown in suffering
I wish I could commit a thousand sins
For Hell would not be worse than this
All I’ve seen and been subjected to
Has sentenced me to self-sacrifice
Violence, warfare – result of stupidity
Killing – the pastime of humanity
I would rather die with some dignity
Than be bound by the curse of life
Violence, warfare – result of stupidity
Killing – the pastime of humanity
I would rather die with some dignity
Than be bound by the curse of life… forever
Life is a curse – so many ways to break it
Come, my dear angels, take me home
Life is a curse – why should I take this?
Come now and take me home with death
I will quench my thirst with poison
And cleanse my soul with cyanide
I will feel the rope embrace my neck
And let my angry blood flow free
The curse of life – what we’re all punished with
The curse of life – the source of all suffering
The curse of life – pushing us to the finish line
The curse of life – but only when we want to live again,
We are dead.
"And No Mourning After" is an instrumental, and as the title implies, it is much less sorrowful/melancholic than the rest of the record.
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