Carcass Swansong Keep on Rotting in the Free World The threads of global fabric are untied The role of the western free world is in decline Still free to consume, free to breathe Free to exist, free to dream, your life of dreams Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming One day maybe, keep on rotting, keep on hoping Whilst in the real world you... Consumer or consumed, your life is cheap Economic salvation in sweatshops returned from the east Despair the only quality of strife A reason for existence if you can afford the price If your price is right Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming One day maybe, keep on rotting, keep on hoping Whilst in the real world you... Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming One day maybe, keep on rotting, keep on hoping Whilst in the real world you... ...Rot!!!!! Tomorrow Belongs to Nobody Your kingdom is of emptiness Invisible empire of illusion There's no majesty in your empty words Your ideology - self delusion Revisionism is the future So let's gail the same old dawn Kneel before the same old order You're no kings - only pawns You're waiting for tomorrow, well tomorrow never comes Ha, you're waiting for your new dawn, so sad to say there isn't one Because, (you fools) tomorrow belongs to nobody Tomorrow - belongs to nobody Black Star Black star, jewel of the night Black star, burning bright Magnificent sun, a beacon burning Five pointed coal, a guide eternal Black star, five pointed coal Black star, the cosmic soul Shining opaque, celestial furnace Glittering dark, a sun in mourning Black star, where light never shines Black star won't you be my guide? A dead sun for where the light never shines Shine on... Twinkle, twinkle black star Shine on... Black star, darken the skies Forever burn, never to die An ebony flame, a sun infernal Nemesis of the night, my own dark angel Black star, jewel of the night Black star, so cruel, so bright A glorious sun, with warmth so healing Glittering dark, a sun in mourning Black star, where light never shines Black star won't you be my guide? A dead sun for where the light never shines Shine on... Twinkle, twinkle black star Shine on... black star Cross my Heart Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye If beauty is only skin deep Then thankfully I am blind Cross my heart and hope to die Cross my hear, come cross the line Won't you be mine, my bloody valentine? Put me on a pedestal, I'll put you on a slab!!!!! Cross my heart and hope to die Come, let's cross the line There's a fine line, between love and hate Let's tear it apart Cross my heart, and hope to die Cross my heart, come let's cross the line Time is no great healer, quickly the senses numb Come cross my heart, void and null Love is a weakness, lust conquers all Cross my heart and hope to die Where do we draw the line? There's a fine line between love and hate Let's tear it in two Cross my heart, and hope to die Cross my heart, come let's cross the line Let's tear it apart Child's Play Raised in a nursery of crumbling brick Rusted iron, cracked stone and steel Nurtured in a barren concrete crib In a playground of grey, your fate is sealed Against a back drop of drab, cold corrosion We learn to dance, love, sing and play Razor wire the strung umbilical cord In an unsterile womb of urban decay Let me take you down As I'm going too Play hard - like child's play Playing rough - after all it's only a game Now, redevelopment lies in ruins As gutted slums are sown Enveloping, smothering squalor This dereliction grows Outside it is now cold and dark Only desolation, darkness and gloom Not a far cry from a tortured cat Your cities will become your tombs Let me take you down As I'm going too Play hard - like child's play Playing rough - after all it's only a game Room 101 Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to read the stars But I can see a future Mapped out in scars Look to the skies Keep praying to your gods Your only salvation Will come in the shape of the bomb No clockwork orange The doom watch ticks There's no second coming Only final conflict Blind pessimism? Only time will tell The cold hard reality Is that this world had gone to hell And this is where I belong In my room one zero one As I sit here all alone In my own private year zero These numbers branded Embedded in the mind How can your herald a future When it's already arrived? Keep looking to the skies Kep waiting for your lords You fools there's no second coming To redeem you all And this is where I belong In my room one zero one As I sit here all alone In my own private year zero Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to sight the stars But I can read the future In anguished mental scars I have no faith In anything that you hold dear The future is ours Only in sweat and tears And this is where I belong In my room one zero one As I sit here all alone In my own private year zero Polarised Don't want your number Don't want your name Don't want your colour... Don't want your politics Don't want your cause Don't believe what you believe Don't want to wear your emblem Don't want your cult or sect Don't want your faith Don't want your respect Don't want your love Don't want your praise Don't want your stupid fashion Don't want your phase Polarized - tell me what colours do you wear? Your beliefs, polarised I just don't care for what you care I just don't care for what you care Generation Hexed Lost forever A whole generation of pathetic lost souls With no meaning no depth They're already dead, before it gets old Anonymous, blank No individuality, uniformed A wholesale Blanket identity, from the day that they're born - Another generation to mourn What choice for a new generation? Another generation under sedation Flocking like sheep The instinctual herd, as fashion dictates Primitively seduced Commonly reduced, resigned to their fate Another useless Faceless degeneration Like the one which precedes Acknowledging A bleak existence, to be spent on it's knees - The pattern it seeds What choice for a new generation? Another generation under sedation Generation hexed Just another useless generation ...Hexed Trapped together Another wasted generation is sold With no meaning, no depth They're there to be bled Never breaking the mould Anonymous, blank No individuality, misinformed A wholesale Blinkered non-entity, on it's knees born - Another generation to scorn What choice for a new generation? Another generation under sedation Self suppressed Generation vexed Ha, self oppressed Just another generation hexed What choice for a new generation? A generation vexed Still no choice for a new generation Just another generation under sedation Generation hexed Just another useless generation Generation hexed Just another wasted generation ...hexed Firmhand Firmhand, iron fist an ardent dexterous weeding process Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment, a harvesting grid Firmhand - unnatural selection is applied Firmhand - the final solution, eugenocide Hate is the law, love under will Hate is their law, love under will Transfusing, contagion breeds Multi-cultured epidemic is released Held firm, crushing grasp A painstaking, callous, ardous task Firmhand - indiscriminate selection is applied Firmhand - the final solution, eugenocide Hate is the law, love under will Hate is their law, love under will With slight of their firmhand And deviancy is cleansed Hate is the law, love under will Hate is their law, love under will With slight of their firmhand With the might of their firmhand With slight of their firmhand And deviancy is cleansed R**k the Vote Hands in another's pocket The bed they make Is not the one in which they lie The same old faces The same old establishment The same old lies Cross your 'x' It's your only choice Do as you're told Stay in line Don't rock the boat And buy what you're sold Believe the lie The lie that you toe Doing fine If you just do as you're told No dissident voices The faces merge Are one, absolute A comfortable, priviledged White over belly Revolution No threat, no change No gain, just pain The same old scheme No hope, no choice No future, no voice This is no pipe dream All is not what it seems Believe the lie The line that you toe You'll do just fine If you just do as you're told You believe the lie The line you toe Doing fine If you just do as you're told Is this rock'n'roll or a form of state control? Is this really rock'n'roll? Or a form of state control? Don't Believe the Word You should never take too literally what you read Misinformed, distortion, make belief Fabrications, half truths implied Misquotations, out of context and lies "I promise to tell the truth The whole truth and nothing but..." Lies - you believe them all Lies - you swallow them whole Lies, lies, half truths misinformation and... Lies - you believe them all Lies - you swallow them whole Lies, lies, half truths misinformation and... ...lies Fact and fantasy united as one Real power stems from the barrel of a pen Living memory can easily be erased The pen is mightier than the sword Yet with no blade "I promise to tell the truth The whole truth and nothing but..." Lies - you believe them all Lies - you swallow them whole Lies, lies, half truths misinformation and... Lies - you believe them all Lies - you swallow them whole Lies, lies, half truths misinformation and... Go to Hell Some people aren't cut out to be saints And since I was born in original sin Hedonism has a certain attration I think I'll cut the crap, cut out the middle man And go to hell I've sold my soul, so when my body goes cold I'll go straight to hell Go to hell Won't you be told? I've sold my soul Go straight to hell Your paradise doesn't sound too fetching It's not only your souls which must be lost "Hell is other people" Yeah, too right, my hell is you The sins of the flesh sound so appealing So let me wallow in my guilt You hell will be my heaven So let's turn up the ehat, let eternity begin And go to hell I've sold my soul So when my body goes cold I'll go straight to hell C'mon Let's go to hell Won't you be told? I've sold my soul Go straight to hell Let's burn in the flames, yeah!!!!