Lash Out What Absence Yields Havard Frank Anders Bjornar Vegard Erlend Espen As Life Takes the Knife to its Heart Blew out the candlelight Brought the night to my house I invited it inside Let it conquer my mirror Read my books and laughed In a locked room I kept my child Took it out to be shot in daylight It had my dreams on its chest When it was burried Nameless Faceless Cornered Son of mine Felth the warmth of cold steel And the loneliness of the silence And the emptiness of my power The strength of a sodacan Homeless Breathless Broken Son of mine Planting seeds to stomp the flower down Send it off shore to let it drown Adrift at the sea of nothing Peel of the wound to stop it bleeding Meet the circle The center of your history The wheel of life It controls your blasphemy You go into struggle To take your own flag And to protect the worn path Sing deaths silence Silence... Air fills the holes The shadow takes my place Water fills the veins The lies occupt my tongue Breathe Bleed Breed... The dark seed The pieces play the game I inhale the true day The past oozes from my cracks History turns its yellow page... Nameless Faceless Cornered Son of mine Planting the seed to stomp the flower down Send it off to let it down To let it drown Trapped by the mask Chained to man Homeless Breathless Broken Son of mine Adrift at the sea of nothing Peel off the wounds to stop the bleeding Let it bleed Torn bitter bruised Life manifests... Itself Winteryear (dedicated to abhinanda) A winteryear, five years before the future Just after the end of history There's a headless vulcano Couloring the sidewalk Its smile is cut off The sewer drinks its altarwine The penis penetrates The modern virginity In the castle Of humanity In civilisation halls Empty words echoes between the walls As champagne swills down dried throats Dance to the songs of living dead They knock at your splintered doors Stripped dignity A creature rapes itself Here falls the belief In humanity Men weep and women die Men breed and women sleep The library goes up in flames Nothing left but trivial remains Lines drawn with greedy perfection The words is on the phone - an infection The gun lights itself a cigarette To celebrate the loss I rather live for something Than die for nothing If the river runs nearby Don't count me in Near Life Experience (Maria...) In a different place In another room The moment is near The night is generous Confident whispers, no words Warm hands speak The wall knows its paintings As it knows mine No artificial beauty But a house built with care A sweetsmelling city Art that stretches the emotion ...into a close night Where I hear your light sleep A watch you safe in your dreams Sucking on your thumb And speaking silent words A scene left as an undone memory To proud to undress To greedy to share the real A teardrop hits an unwritten letter It's sad to be an insect Wet paper dries The secret face is sealing inside I cry from the roof at night Like an embryo in the snow Kill the life Kill the love Kill the heart Heal the wound A bewildered man in female hours A slight change in eyes Finally enjoying spitting A tortured mind hunts to run away It will always stay In your city, in your house A near life experience I bow for your grace Holding hands with myself Undertake One thousand ploughs my heart Grind on my spine Fields of flowers sun embraced Broken by the driven mass Smiling faces, laughing child No suffering from your infection Fir eyour arms from point blank range The circle is now complete The things done with eyes of one Speak of those with forked tongue Catch the words with molten ears Let them flee rearranged Swallow your seeds in trust of you Ripped by the thorns of the growing flower You build your throne on tiny straws Straws you took from other nests The god inside sees no wrong The geo is satisfied Frost Center my powers to release All the days gone wrong Rip them out from my memory Like pictures from a book I picked flowers between the rails Didn't hear the train coming Before it was one yard away I can not walk alone Guide me, hold my hand Protect me from the frost Different rivers formed by our tears Different rivers from the same sea Words from sentences all wrong My quotes come undone Reanimate my creation And close the door behind Pride comes before fall Ejects from the fog Break the bowel of broken dreams And memories Remember the memories that were made Forever will I fill your sails Blank the pages of yesterday Tomorrow breeds another day... I can not walk alone... Air High above I seek my peace Spread my wings to reach my aim But I can not soar in this fog Just because of your selfish needs... Beneath the surface I live in silence Open up to breathe But it is not water that streams through It's the source of your wealth On the sideline we stood in silence Knowing what to come A society where intelligence ranked positions Perfect for those who came Beneath the surface you will find me I shuffle my way through the mould But I'm getting weak, I can no longer shuffle What you think is gone is absorbed by the soil In the forest I have my home My life is in the trees But you needed wood for your shelter So by hatched and saw you took mine The air is clean The water is pure The soil feeds The woods are forever green The sun shines from a Blue sky never again to be Darkened by those who Needed the air just as much as we... To Follow Ones Shadow Across the lines On the cities careless lips It is my time To sense the times Drink classroom milk Smell the spirit of shopping streets Live sixth day paradise Visit my disguise Stripped Unreal Across the tracks Head to tense steel Cracked by corrosion The car caught the future plan Dressed in cheap juvelry Waiting to get cut in three Head kicked between players The steps will stay Landscapes changed With pornography I'm sold at the streets For what I've got Coughing moral blood Sweating out the compassion In panic regret I refine my excrement A house is built A round my crucifiction It has doors at both ends To let the dead through I lay in the basement Bathing in my new blood Forcefed on classic peotry And trivialistic thrills A midsommer day The family gathers To enjoy the pain And to exterminate all escapes The distance is never too big To lifes frame Your freedom is your remote control The last nail in the coffin Fits me well It fits me well Society