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
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