MANUFACTURE

Play my song and forget about the rest
put those dull minds to the test
give them questions, ask them how they feel
then change the song to increase its appeal

HER PASSION

She fires bullets at others' faces
under the perfect circumstance
reaches out for invisible traces
proves to you - the dead can dance

she merges violence with kindness
makes it a perfect combination
spreads a wave of blindness
to others she is a violation

she wants to have more of her passion
the white powder that fits her mood
she knows well what's new with fashion
drugs are her food...

DIE

Stop in the limelight, cover your eyes
feed your child, some poison, disguised
run through the mirror, do what they don't
hide your face, they're standing in the front

Stop when you're ready, lose your own head
cut the eyeballs, your vision is dead
focus, give attention, the fireworks' sound
let your face blend with the crowd

Stop in the middle, move when you're told
follow the leader, until you're old
something has happened, you're not alive
in the deep sea of powder... you dive

IMMATURE CHRIST

The special light glowing like it's endless
confuses eyes, pretends to play the actress
puts an end to all the gunshot dreams for me
so now they're real, not what they seemed to be

the shower tells me what my life's about
the fruits are nice but deep inside they rot
failed to cut them I won't see the seeds
I accept, that's what my image needs

the screen is on and the lights are out
I see the naked body with a filthy mouth
scared to death the man turns around
sees a camera broadcasting from behind

the love song that will never leave one's mind
has its refrain that sounds and feels so kind
and the ending which comes when the phone's dead
names everyone who laughs at every word you said.

THE PREGNANT DEAD

This is the vision of a dead god
who fell when I was born
the crisis changed to a fairytale
invention of heavy porn

this is the feeling of an orphan
a child who loves all hate
thedeaf remembered nothing
the ambulance was late

this is the routine of an old man
who loved to waste his life
for nothing but his bad name
the sharpness of a knife.

TIES

Unchained brains spreading faith
the cursed ones are left to wait
found and lost again in their age
able to read but can't turn the page

probable mistakes always turn true
the failure of one is the failure of you
kill those you envy, take all their lies
cut off their heads then cut off their ties.

ILLUSIONIST

Your trust ends in a tunnel full of light
dio you notice something out of sight?
you see nothing and that's what you want
oh yes, your friends love you... no they don't!

your love ends as soon as it starts
think you'll find all the broken parts?
oh yes, but one of them is missing
to get it you'll have to try death's kissing

your life ends before it begins
didn't have time to pray for all your sins?
oh yes, heaven is where you want to go
guess what they'll say when you ask... NO!

THIS IS THE RESURRECTION

Automatic, with all the logical routines
sympathetic, look at your widescreens
push the button, let the joy begin
kill the dragon then stick your card in

so aesthetic, show all your light beams
not pathetic, you know what this means
free the power, it will protect you
kill your mother, believe it was not true.

HEROES

They're the ones who fade the world to black
step aside or they'll make your image blank
commercial christ tells you not to sleep
freedom fights for those who never fall deep

they're the ones who love each other best
stay alive and they'll kill you like the rest
offer all your secrets - what you get is this
sleeping pills and in your face a piss

they're the ones who take your time away
once you're in they'll only let you stay
this is life, your paradise of lies
at least you're the jesus who denies

they're the ones who look like they are glad
one mistake - you've never been so sad
fireworks are fired into your face
this is life, you have been replaced.

PORCELAIN PEOPLE

It's me and the porcelain people
I want to reach the porcelain steeple
It's me and the porcelain people
I need to make our feelings deeper
It's me and the porcelain people
I'll tell you which one is the weaker
It's me and the porcelain people
porcelain god and porcelain reaper.

inspired by Phonogram of Lukas Balaz's Porcelain People