Beardfish

för någon, femton timmar lång
Men inom ramen av den sorliga sång som ständigt tynger rummet
Ditt gömställe må väl vara trädgården i min själ
Jag ser dig från en plats du ej kan se

Och jag ser dig tvätta
Ditt ansikte, dina armhålor och bröst
Och trots din sorgsna min,
Ditt ansikte ger tröst

I din nakna omedvetna ignorans av mig

Solen skiner hårt, men stormen väntar ihärdigt
- in den stundande cyklonens kraft som ska svepa oss bort
Och Gudfadern är han, all sympati för dig
Men ingen ser vad mitt sikte ser

Och om Gudfadern är jag är all sympati för dig
som bortsuddad i ett evigt ljudande skott...


2. Today


Wise at times, but usually not when it's needed
From the start; a line that sees light in my head
For the sake of climbing the hills that are highest
Conversate to prove to the world; "I'm not dead!"

Travelling, a search for something without candles
Sharpened eyes, can see all which you are not telling
Fear your words, a line that was spelled to the senseless,
Not for me; just for another face that you're selling...

And it's coming out today
He's coming out today
She's coming out today
You're coming out today
Today...

Reflecting; the past in a time that is present
Wonderful and shimmering under your skin
Feel the heat, melting your growing cancer
It's all here in a box that is ready to begin

Im in ice, but you can't see me in darkness
It's still cold, the walls are troubled but thin
Nothing's left to live for if you are not living
Your birth completed the worst of all sins


3. Spegeldans



Vrid min kropp
Och locka med en bön
I glömskan sår du frön

Vi kan skratt högt tillsammans
Så det ser ut som om
Det obekväma kommer inifrån

Sov en stund
Och tänk på vad vi sagt
Det finns en plats för ömsesidig misstro

Vrid min kropp
Och ljug för mig igen
Sanningen tar vi sen

Spår… som leder långt in någonstans
Rösten… från en gammal bekant
Ilska… som helt obemärkt
Lyder…under honom

Allt verkar flyta fint för dig - Det ser ut som att du klarat dig bra
Du glänser av en otäck ignorans - Skönheten i dig ger en nästan
skrämmande stimulans i MIG –
för jag vill aldrig
Se mig själv
Falla för det här
SÄG – vad har hänt, är du verkligen kvar än? – för i spegeln syns du ej…

Skrik och skratt
Mitt vansinne består
Nöjd med vad jag får

Med ett timglas gjort av is
Sanden våt och hård
Tiden går på halvfart

I brustna hjärtans sällskap
Gråta högt i kör?
Ingen kommer fråga varför

Spegeldans
Ögon som ser åt dig
Ser den värld du åtrår


4. Brother

Brother, oh brother
Go where the flow feels right, you said
Where the tide rise high and darkness fills the night
Fly into the heavenly/stolen sky
Then when they'll take you down
Take them down with you
Into the suburban nightmare
Down the catacombs of your mind


5. Poison Ivy And The Full Monty

Let it be said that my doubt was fear (she was naked and angry)
All trust lost, I just couldn't care (as she was reaching for my...)
Maybe that side was too stark for me (it was going too happen!)
But in the end she said she'd set me free I kissed the lips that taste of poison ivy and smiled
Disgusted inside?
Who am I to decide
You look me over and then progressed to eat me alive
Steaming inside
your otherwise so peaceful mind
So I made the trip, that ride of gruesome intentions, oh man
The full monty
It was an explicit scenery
Not much for me but just enough to make you good and drunk
It was impossible to stop
Your ass in purple motion

I kissed the lips that taste of poison ivy and I SMILED!

I can't get anything done when you stare at me
I can't get anything done with your piercing eyes
In my neck

Rattle my rattle tail
Show you what I'm made of....goodness? Pure Evil?
HEY SISSY BOY!

She placed the light and the goodness of my heart in a fart, she gave wind...like you wouldn't believe it

Out of the mud and into it again, eating it again
Soaring and roaring, give me my refrain, then do it again
Smack down hit rock bottom, pushing her away, nothing more to say
This has to stop I am melting, feel the raging fury from within


6. A Good Excuse



I'm bringing down fanatic warfare on you
Encouragement grows with you telling me not to
Grow so tired in this spot of my own
But all my thoughts have been sacrificed

For the sake of it
For the hell of it
For one taste of your wordless fear

Mark my words: You´re paying!
In the end I'm safe and sound
A hand grenade to open your backdoor
A good excuse Is all that is war

But oh how I love the smell of you

I'm bringing down fanatic warfare on you
Encouragement grows with you telling me not to
Grow so tired in this spot of my own
But all my thoughts have been sacrificed

solo

Mark my words: You´re paying!
In the end I'm safe and sound
A hand grenade to open your backdoor
A good excuse Is all that is war

But oh how I love the smell of you


7. Om En Utväg Fanns

Så om dom i hettans ögonblick sagt till dig att klippa alla band
Skulle du då tagit det som en invit eller en chans till kamp?
För varför se på världen som den borde vara när man bor kvar i sig
Skalet börjar spricka upp, snart måste gråten komma fram


Om en utväg fanns, som just inte ledde någonstans
Skulle jag klippa av min svans
Om en utväg fanns
Om en utväg fanns...


Svart köld mot nattens trötta barn, min sömn präglas av en sorg
Men din själ i tonen lever kvar, i den finner jag stöd
Det är så svårt, så obeskrivligt svårt att förstå att du är död


8. A Psychic Amplifier

It was a gateway to a place I don't remember
And in my searching mind, the time had come to seek the soul
I´d known it before, a face so warm and tender
The face of a tidal wave, sleeping deep down in that hole

And I knew... that splendid core...
was marked by steamy imprints that I wore...

But I try to look ahead
See the red sun play with a smile
Sigh and say "alright,
I may rest the day I'm dead..."

Like it was a lonewolf´s will I sent off to walk this path astray
But seen not what I´d become, you followed
It didn´t seem a bad idea to be two, putting this world on hold
Was I then wrong to let you know that my love for you had grown?

Cant you see my eyes are filled with a sense of sacrifice?
Built on lies, they´re only lies
My soul´s weak and full of holes, I´ve tried to understand
Your lended hand, your lended hand

Give me strength to carry on, I have the patience left
To grant a theft, from them to us
I lack motives and strong will, but still I need them both,
For internal growth and external gloat

I Never seen life like the way you make me see my life

So when to sleep then? - Exhaustion weighs heavy
It´s hard believing - This broken scenery

So when to sleep then? - stock saving shelters...