1. |
Man
03:35
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(A man finds himself, to his great astonishment)
SUDDENLY EXISTING, AFTER COUNTLESS YEARS OF (non-existence)
YEAH
VERSE 1:
That which has been exists no more
As much as that which has never been
But everything that can be said to exist
Exists no more in the next moment
PRE-CHORUS 1:
Every evening we
Are poorer by a day
Maddening to see
How fast our time ebbs away
CHORUS:
It could be said of so many men
That hope had made a fool of them
(As to the arms of death they danced)
We think in the future things will amend
And we want to have the past back again
(Such a hungry beast is man)
VERSE 2:
The foundation of our existence
Is the ever-fleeting present
Never being able to take the form
Of rest which we're constantly striving for
PRE-CHORUS 2:
Like a man running downhill, unable to keep on
His legs unless he keeps running on
It's inevitable - he will fall
PRE-CHORUS 3:
Trying to put up with the present while it's here
Leading up to our goals, they must be near
In the end, you may see, looking back at your life
That in their wait you spent all your time
OUTRO:
Human life must be some kind of mistake
A man is a machine of necessities and needs
Of which reward is merely a painless state
From which boredom ensues (and leaves him astray)
A man is never happy, but he seeks that something
With his whole life striving, just to achieve nothing
His life was never more than the present moment
Ever-fleeting and now... it is over
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2. |
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I/V1:
My mother once told me
That if she had known how sad I'd be
Then she would have aborted me
Precisely how free
I'd have liked to be
CHORUS:
To see how death spreads over this world
How it kills a tree and how it penetrates dreams
How it withers a flower or a civilization
Means to be beyond system and form
Death does not come from the outside
For without death, there is no life
Haven't people yet realized
That tears have deeper roots than smiles
TEARS HAVE DEEPER ROOTS THAN SMILES
V2:
Thinking deep makes moments eternities
This seriousness can only be achieved
By looking deep into our being
Truth for him who thinks this way
Is born from inner agony
He prefers thought
With a whiff of flesh and blood
An idea from nervous depression
To one from useless abstraction
CHORUS
SOLO
V3:
Life is death's prisoner
Yet of this most are not aware
For this belief would show how illusory
Is the belief in our lives' integrity
Every step in life is a step into death
Memory only the sign of nothingness
This is from a perspective so grave
That in minds of most occupies no space
But as soon as the presence of death
Seeps into one's consciousness
When mind escapes the body
It destroys our old naivete
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3. |
Mainländer
03:22
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VERSE 1:
For many animals, death often follows the begetting
This is the true relationship between parents and offspring
Perpetuating the whole want and drudgery
Which would reach an end speedily
To prevent this, wish the lovers
As did others like them before
The traitors
Death is the great opportunity
No longer to be I
Whoever takes it - blessed be him
CHORUS:
In the start, God was one
Before he judged
It is best not to be at all
Himself he did divide
Committed suicide
Now we're left with this
Rotting corpse of God
(God committed suicide)
VERSE 2:
Without prejudice, standing before suicide
There's Schopenhauer
It takes a dogmatist or one with no mind
To condemn a self-murderer
Blessed are we all
That a door's been left ajar
Through which we can escape life
When its heat becomes unbearable
Into death's quiet night
Take a page from the book of God
Commit suicide
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
(REDEMPTION!)
Death to our life
(REDEMPTION!)
All will find annihilation and be redeemed
The day his book came out
Mainländer, like his God
Killed himself, redemption he found
To exist was the greatest evil, he thought
GOD HAS DIED AND HIS...
DEATH WAS THE LIFE OF THE WORLD
God committed suicide
CHORUS
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4. |
A Song of a Dead Dreamer
04:02
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THEME:
This is a song
A song...
OF A DEAD DREAMER
V1:
He told me everything of himself there was to know
But all of it was nonsense, let's call him John Doe
He said he had at least a thousand names
"Where are you from?" He answered "No place"
His home is a ramshackle ruin of his mind's decay
Atrocious fairyland existing IN A POWERFUL WAY
CHORUS:
A cosmos of
crooked houses and littered alleys
A slum among
the stars made of traumatic memories
THIS IS A SONG
A SONG OF A DEAD DREAMER
A song of a dead dreamer
V2:
He doesn't live in the same world as do we
He is a prisoner, but he could always leave
Being locked up is his idea of a holiday
He will always be back SHOULD HE ESCAPE
CHORUS
B/C3:
A moonlit corridor where mirrors laugh and scream
A broken stairway with unstill dark peaks
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5. |
Rough Mosaic
03:47
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VERSE 1:
If there were any value to life
There'd be no such thing as boredom at all
We'd remain satisfied
Just existing, doing nothing at all
VERSE 2:
This is direct proof
Existence has no value
CHORUS:
Pictures done in rough mosaic describe - the scenes of our lives
The only beauty you will find - is from a distance, bare in mind
So what you're longing, when you find
What it is
You'll see
Just emptiness
And vanity
VERSE 3:
In our lives there's only one delight
To overcome struggle, but does this satisfy
What we expected it to - nay
Like spectators at a play...
VERSE 4:
We've stepped forth from life
To look at it from the outside
BRIDGE:
The nature of existence is so worthless and vain
That we strive for any distraction that takes us away
And this striving of ours is so very innate
That there is simply, from it, no escape
OUTRO:
Even pleasure is but struggle and aspiration
Ceasing once attained - a mere illusion
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6. |
My Calamity
04:13
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INTRO:
This is my calamity
V1:
What's happened to me has happened despite everything I did
Irrelevant the events people believe lead me into this
For it's hard for me to fix a point now and claim this is me
As this can't be explained by causality
CHORUS:
There's nothing to know and no one to know it
You're wasting your time with enlightenment
What you call you is expendable
But for your body there's no death at all
V2:
Like a lighting hitting you
Unknowing what you're left with
Trying to ask the question: "What is it that's happened to me?"
Or was it anything?
There's no way to find out
There's nothing there to be realized and nothing to be found
V3:
But one thing I can say with certainty
The thing I searched all my life was shattered to pieces
Vanished had the very demand to be free
And this is what I call MY CALAMITY
OUTRO:
And all these gurus
Have something to sell you
They ask useless questions and sell you the answers
But enlightened men would have nothing to sell
As they couldn't tell they are enlightened
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7. |
Thinking Against Oneself
03:59
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V1:
The sphere of consciousness in action shrinks
No one who acts can lay claim to the universal
For to act is to cling to the properties of being
At expense of the being itself
C1:
We revolt against peace and war
Against men and against the gods
Everything in us resists paradise
Down to our cells planted in our minds
C2:
We have turned time into history
When we made it stand
Against objectivity
Waiting at the end of the story
Monster we've summoned
Inescapable fatality
C3:
We have imprinted on the universe the stigmata of our history
Capable, we shall never be, of that illumination which lets us die in peace
V2:
If we would regain our freedom
We must shake off the burden of sensation
Get rid of the senses, break our bonds
For all sensation is a bond
Pleasure as much as pain
Joy as much as misery
A mind that is free - pure of all intimacy
With objects or beings, plies its own vacuity
BRIDGE:
With empty words we speak of liberation
(LIFE!) we can't reconquer without its abolition
One perishes by the self they assume (ALWAYS!)
The collapse is claimed by bearing a name
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V1:
"When we are death is not come
And when it has, we are not"
Such is the logic of Epicurus
Of fear of death trying to cure us
But the comfort is useless
It doesn't address the pain of death
Before it comes or when it comes
Feel the horror arise as your heart beats to rhythms of death's drums
V2:
"He never knew what hit him."
Happiest epitaph, I'd imagine
On one's headstone to be written
For he'd have dodged
...The pain of dying...
Suppose is taken out of our lives
Suppose that we all died in the blink of an eye
'Cause if death does not happen in this way
Then the pain of death is a certainty
But this is reserved for a happy few
Should you be so fortunate - blessed be you
CHORUS:
If we all departed from this life
In the blink of an eye
We'd know, it's not the time
When we're in pain, for us to die
BRIDGE:
Each time we sat down in a chair
We could not be sure we would rise again
But the ones with morbid curiosity
Might be stricken by anxiety
(We could disappear
In the blink of an eye)
We could disappear in the blink of an eye
The only relevant fear: when it was time for us to die
(When it was time
For us to die)
The question wouldn't be "How?"
It would just be "When?"
The happy epitaph remains:
"He never knew what hit him."
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9. |
As Sentient Meat...
03:46
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V1:
We've got what I call a life trap, you see
This idea rooted deep in our genes
That you'll move to another city
That you'll fall in love and will be fulfilled
Fucking fulfilment
Like anything's ever fulfilled
Not until
'Til the very end
PC1:
And closure
No, nothing will be ever over
(These jars are empty)
Fulfilment and closure
Just empty words
To help us escape from this reality
CHORUS:
As sentient meat...
However illusory our identities may be
1:
We construct them with value judgments
And these judgments stem from our experience
2 & 3:
Everybody judges all the time
If that gives you a gripe, then you're living a lie
V2:
All these people, they're just wrong
Been that way since one monkey looked at the sun
Told the other one that the man above
Told him for you to give me your share
The preacher's
Successful in proportion to the certainty that he can project
They hate themselves and they are afraid
So the narrative absorbs their dread
I don't sleep, I just dream
And in between, I will drink
I've seen the finale of a thousand lives
Each one sure they weren't just a puppet on strings
PC2:
("Surely this is all for me")
But in the end all will see
Their dissolved identity
(Desperate sense of entitlement)
But the truth wills out
Once the strings are cut, all fall down
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10. |
I Am Nothing
03:34
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THEME:
I am sure that I am nothing in this universe
Yet I feel that mine is the one and only real existence
V1:
My presence in this world will disturb
A few tranquil lives and will unsettle
The unconscious and pleasant naiveté
Of others still in hope of a more merry way
Although I feel that my tragedy
Is the greatest one ever in history
Nevertheless I'm fully aware
Of the pointlessness of what I call myself
PC:
Though hell for me is life
Myself I can't sacrifice
As I lack the constitution for suicide
CHORUS:
If I had to choose between the world and me
I would reject the world in a heartbeat
I'd glide alone in nothingness unafraid
Having rejected the world's lights and laws
V2:
If I were to be fully sincere
I'd say that I don't know why I continue living
The answer most likely lies
In the irrational character of life
The reasons to live or the reasons to die
Seem to me but absurdities
This world's not worth a sacrifice
In the name of beliefs or in the name of ideas
BRIDGE:
How much happier today are we
Because others have died for our well-being
If anybody had died so that I could be glad
That'd just make me more sad
But I never cry because my tears just turn into thoughts
And my thoughts are as bitter as tears
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11. |
Cure for Troubled Minds
03:02
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V1:
They tell us that suicide is the great piece of cowardice
That only an insane man could be guilty of it
But there's nothing in the world to which every man
Has a greater claim than to his own life
But suicide, as I've proclaimed
Is accounted a crime, what vulgar bigotry!
PC1:
Haven't we all had someone we know
Who's decided to leave this puppetshow
CHORUS:
This is the chief of all remedies
(Nature's gift to mankind)
Cure true and tried for troubled minds
(We call it suicide)
1:
(God's greatest gift for mankind)
God's greatest gift - the opportune death
(A cure for troubled minds)
The beauty of it is: each man can avail of it
2:
God's greatest gift for mankind
A cure for troubled minds
V2:
Now, let your own feelings decide
As to whether suicide can be said to deserve
To be treated as a crime
Imagine your friend there turns out to be a murderer
You'll feel an extreme sense of resentment
Calling gladly for their punishment
Now, compare that with a friend who's met a voluntary death
You'll move to grief or sympathy - admiring their bravery
PC 2:
Besides, the prohibition's pointless
For what could frighten a man who's not afraid of death?
Outro:
It's the final question posed to nature
Trying to get her to answer
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12. |
MALIGNANTLY USELESS
03:53
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V1:
It is depression not madness of which we're afraid
Demoralization not insanity that we dread
Our culture of hope would become endangered
If we let our minds become disillusioned
An epidemic of depression would quiet (those chattering) voices in our heads
Stopping life, in its tracks dead
But God gave us the drive
To do what each species does, with pride
CHORUS:
Never surrender to life-affirmation
Positive thinking's capitulation
So many are thinking like this
That our lives aren't MALIGNANTLY USELESS
MALIGNANTLY USELESS
V2:
We do what it takes to keep the human pageant chugging along
We are following orders of evolution, as we have always done
Still they have their fictions of transhumanism
That we can design our future selves
But unfortunately 'cause of evolution
We got made, we didn't make ourselves
BRIDGE:
I have seen the dark universe yawning
Where the black planets roll without aim
Where they roll in their horror unheeded
Without knowledge or lustre or name
This passage won't induce applause
By those who affirm a better future
A future in which we are something more
Than these creatures - bastards of nature
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13. |
Road to Death
03:20
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V1:
If illnesses had a philosophy
Their mission would be to show how illusory
Is the feeling of life's eternity
How fragile its illusion of finality
CHORUS:
Life is a long agony on the road to death
The road to salvation is not there
Forms are given birth only to be destroyed
There's no salvation on this road
V2:
Those only, who suffer truly
Have the capacity for endless seriosity
There are many
Who would give up gladly
Revelations obtained through agony - through the glory of misery
B:
Thinking they can eliminate the fear of death
They made a mistake
It's as organic as it gets
And whoever's honest
They must be afraid
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14. |
Stolen from Nonexistence
03:14
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V1:
Let all lands be small
And let them grow smaller and smaller
'Til no lands are left where any human footstep
Need press itself upon the earth
C:
This world is not worth the emptiness it is written on
We're going nowhere - helpless condition
Horror eats the light and digests this light into darkness
We've been stolen from nonexistence
V2:
It seems peculiar to me
How endless attention is paid
To life but so little to death
No care at all for your final breath
V3:
And all these scientists try to find
Ways to prolong our time here, but why?
Why not find pleasant ways to end life?
Is there no one like me who wants to die?
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