Withering Surface
Force The Pace
1. Gears
Let’s put this work horse in gear, can’t wait to see where it goesOne two, look back, this is where it all beginsThree four, and more, to make it happenFive Six, give it all it takes to get me there.Loading in all the gears to get me thereGiving up everything to get me here.All I ever wanted was to be like youAnd all I ever needed was to fall with youAll I ever wanted was to be like youAnd all I ever needed was to fall right through
2. Exit Sculpture
Have you ever felt the way I feel?Have you ever been down the road like me?Where you stand, you turn, you feel like meStart to smile and pray for ecstasyStop bringing the bad newsWhatever comes your wayYou know the feeling as it comes my wayWhat you see is what you getLie down, don’t pretendThings will get betterThey will notYou have to exit your sculpture, exit sculptureExit sculpture as it all comes downExit sculpture, leave your voidExit sculpture, as it hits the groundWaiting, seeing, upon the seven shoresWaiting, seeing, abandoned, I rise
3. This View
This view I found to bury myselfThis view I found to stay with myselfWhitening the powers each time I bite a pieceThis view I foundThis view I found to bury myselfWhen all is said and doneI end of drinking myself to deathBack from the drowning seas of years to comeLet’s create the perfect concept
4. Force The Pace
You’re stripped, vulgar - your pulse points noneUseless talent - deprecate us from your talentTake your broken pride, exhaust your basic quoteYou lying thief, you’re stripped to the boneMorality by all means, a favour to us allSo heal, and show us howOut of shape, out of mind and out of timeMorality by all means, a favour to us allGo reach your purityTake off all your clothes.I’d like to see who you really are. Again.Force The Pace. Ignore the speed limits.I know you hate who I become.So do I, sweetheart.Don’t write home about itYou’re stripped, vulgar - your pulse points noneDraining your pathetic body for energyOut of shape, out of mind and out of timeDraining your body for energyThe fluid acid end up being no good
5. Hold The Line
Accept this tender breeze breaks you within these wallsYour image thaw the freezing walls, flavours break the frostHold the lineConfess your freedomTake the timeDon’t go off the railsHold the lineYou need to paint this imageTake the timeThese walls need flavoursWisdom is strength and strength is freedomPut yourself in this box nowProve your faith was not foreseenAnd touch your paintings, touch them now, touch them now with melting kissesWill your invisible army defend you?Will they take the time? Confess you need to restEase down your moral ethics, face yourself, your strengthBut hold the line, don’t let it melt, as your life goes onWisdom is strength and strength is freedomPut yourself in this box nowProve your faith was not foreseenAnd touch your… all the way nowSomebody, somewhere may place you in centerProve your faith was not foreseen and feel itAll the way now, all the way, all the ways with melting kisses
6. Machinery
Deep inside of the machineryYou know you have to waitDeep inside of the machineryYou know you have to fakeFacing all your enemiesCompel whatever it may seemCompel whatever it shall beSo many times you triedOr are you just wasting timeAnd all the bullshit, all the liesYou know I did what I needed toYou know I did get a gripSo many times I wondered whyAre you just wasting timeIs it bullshit, is it liesDo you do what you didSo many times you triedAre you wasting timeYou know I did what I needed to, you know I did get a grip
7. Inhale The Hyper Pulse
When you thought you stood in line, was when it all fell downSub seed the lead, the conscious of your greedSub feed, so weak…Excretion of moralityDeplore the purityMakes wounds infiltrateSurvival of the fittestInto jet-sets of diseaseControl the spine of your engineControl the spine of your godBlack out the leech in your pulse nowInhale the hyper pulseWhen you thought you stood in line, was when it all fell downSub seed the lead, the conscious
8. State Of Emergency
Keep indoors, a million excusesBash through the cellophaneFeel as if it’s no goodWrapped up and tried like a freakDisplace the supplant, can’t hardly seeIs this freak not just you and me?Expounder this trampled soil of shitFoil the obligations and disturb the viewsDidn’t you see the news today?Heaven and earth will burn and…The angel of doom will fall from the skyDidn’t you face the truth today?Heaven and earth will burn and…The state of emergency will ask you whyWhat we need is a state of emergencyIs it a wonder this place leads to denialA state of preparation, a neutral state of shameExpounder this trampled soil of shitFoil the obligations and disturb the viewsWhat we need is state of shameIs it a wonder this place leads to denialState of Emergency, a neutral state of shameState of Emergency, a tramped, toxic soil of shit
9. Anything Goes
Sign this piece of paper, you’re useless, I steal your ignoranceBusiness is business and business is war.If you’re not in for real, you’re out, get it now, you stupid fuck.This is not your game, because anything goes.Anything Goes – get it nowAnything Goes in this game, and this game you lost.So tell me I’m the one without viewsTell me I’m the freak, not you, but meTell me I’m the one to be tied up,Tell me I’m the freak, not you, not themAnything GoesSo tell me I’m the one to be disgracedTell I’m the freak in this practical theoryTell me how it is when it comes down to itTell me right into my faceWhen anything goes
10. Urban Glasses
Look around you, is this what you want.Look for a compromise and all you get is laughter.This is not what anyone deserves.This is not culture.Crawl against the streamTraffic jam of dreamsYour nose is bleedingFudge along, a ticking bombTake me down the alley of dreamsWhere the future is free, the dope is cleanAnd now please let me inTake me down the alley of dreamsWhere the future is clean, the dope is freeSo please let me…Look around you, is this what you want.Look for a compromise and all you get is laughter.This is not what anyone deserves.This is not your culture.Comprehensive, a wide screen TV of nailsAspire the atomistic spinesAggro-culture, apprehensive for and to majoritiesLook around you, is this what you want.Look for a compromise and all you get is laughter.This is not what anyone deserves.Discrete the gravity.Take me down the alley of dreamsWhere the future is free, the dope is cleanAnd won’t you please let me inTake me down the alley of dreamsWhere the future is clean, the dope is freeSo please let me…
Michael H. Andersen ‒ Vocals
Jacob Krogholt ‒ Guitars
Allan Tvedebrink ‒ Guitars
Kaspar Boye Larsen ‒ Bass
Nikolaj Borg ‒ Drums
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