01 JOTUN

I often dream of huge numb buildings
Jet-black sinister architecture
Being installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so sudden
that few would take notice

And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one
Imagining its weight its silence
And the absence of excuses for a havoced life
And the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone

Jotun
A body of black that carried no reflection
Defying its own room, un-earthly eggs of decreation

There would be colonies
Mushroom-scattered forever out of context
Rising spores from a dying world
To pollute to chase away what's left

Sun-white pulverised desert stone
And serpentine lizard mouths
Pales away the pyramids
Rewriting 4500 years of history

Raping the statue of liberty
Outplays the acropolis
Inverting the fjords
Invades the New York skyline to
Dream its own existence in one single final word

Jotun
A body of black that carried no reflection
Defying its own room, un-earthly eggs of decreation
A body of black that carried no reflection
Defying its own room, un-earthly eggs of decreation

Can we identify them
As the flint buried in our reptile skulls
Or the time-bomb coded in our dna

Jotun
A body of black that carried no reflection
Defying its own room, un-earthly eggs of decreation

02 FOOD FOR THE GODS

Shame marries the guilt
Introduces itself to the concept of total loneliness
Sensations repressed make friends with Suicidia,
And here the leeches begin to suck away the lust for life

Escape takes lead into a world unknown
Uncontrolled by all where borders are erased and potential infinite

Chosen cells, glands and transmittors
Blast the body with joy
Astral feet running up,
To dimensions covered with gold
Stairs of glowing ectoplasma
Safir onyx and buzzing vibrations
A dead men's banquet
Food for the gods

There's only one real world
Our earth is but a shadow
Created from a child's heart, a living jewel
From now on abode for a soul in its setting

Escape takes lead into a world unknown
Uncontrolled by all where borders are erased and potential infinite

Chosen cells, glands and transmitters
Blast the body with joy
Astral feet running up
To dimensions covered with gold
Stairs of glowing ectoplasma
Safir onyx and buzzing vibrations
A dead men's' banquet
Food for the gods

Cutting the bloodline
Re-tie the bleeding roots
To heavenly ship of glass
And let it drift in passive arrogance
In a one-word dialogue with the stars

Escape takes lead into a world unknown
Uncontrolled by all where borders are erased and potential infinite

Chosen cells, glands and transmitters
Blast the body with joy
Astral feet running up
To dimensions covered with gold
Stairs of glowing ectoplasma
Safir onyx and buzzing vibrations
A dead men's' banquet
Food for the gods

03 GYROSCOPE

Geology is digging through my brain
A manta engulfing the world
To throw it up once again
To a guild of lifted daggers

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

A diabolical sequence of stabs
Written in cunning stones
From the fossilised den of thieves
Our lives die

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

I see the nursing all-mother
Spitting out a trail of termites
In the mouth of her first-born hope
Breasts ripe with smog-filled rebellion

Apathy dressed in violence
White insectoid legs
Curse her lips and the mouth
Receptive only to pain

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

05 THE HIVE

April night-time
And we run like mussles through the stagnant nodes of man
Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses
To disarm the stars within us

Hornet Hive-dark
Severed wings in vainless beating
Buzz out from an inferno of fangs
To disarm the stars within us

We should have been
So much more by now
Too dead inside
To even know the guilt

Waining Ring-deep
A halo of thorns
Sips now down in sheets of sharp silver
To disarm the stars within us

We should have been
So much more by now
Too dead inside
To even know the guilt
To even know the guilt

06 JESTER SCRIPT TRANSFIGURED

Cre-age-aeon
New beginnings held in infinite vacuum
Biotronic test-worlds free of inscription
Devoid of the echoes of man
Noble cyborg savage

In cold ceremonial perfection
More radiant than the sun of suns
With each and every attribute
Of animal, machine and man

Dystopia....Electro-Heart
The grotesque and the linear
Took one final giant blow
Into the Ram of what is us

In cold ceremonial perfection
More radiant than the sun of suns
With each and every attribute
Of animal, machine and man
Installing.. awaiting.. the restoration of unsequenced chaos

We´ve only seen the outlines of the beginning
And this core, the slowly moving raptor
Will make the very notion of Hell
Seem celestial in comparison

In cold ceremonial perfection
More radiant than the sun of suns
With each and every attribute
Of animal, machine and man
Installing.. awaiting.. the restoration of unsequenced chaos

07 MORPHING INTO PRIMAL

Detonation
Fireworks and alchemy
Genes spliced and triggered into the future
And her organic save, seismorgasmic omnipotence
Scenes of magma in my eyes, eruption stones my system

I owe this to the animal inside
And the stiffness that blocks out the daylight
Morphing into primal

I'll cover every particle from there to Andromeda
Not forgetting a single location from the throat of the Ibis to the co-ordinates of Matterhorn

My shot is genesis and catharsis
Penetratonaut in a cosmology of lusts

I owe this to the animal inside
And the stiffness that blocks out the daylight
Morphing into primal

Suck this subterranean creature out and show it proudly to the house of heaven
With one slight wave of my hand, stars dissolve

Dissolve my brain, block my lungs
I'll die from fever tomorrow
When locked in such a perfected "now"

I owe this to the animal inside
And the stiffness that blocks out the daylight
Morphing into primal

08 WORLDS WITHIN THE MARGIN

Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street
Next to polls of monotonous water
He walks, slipping feet from steps at random, he falls

In the space between his body and the ground
Comets cast of their names, stellar neurones misfire

Witnesses inhale the seed
And spit out a million branches

Buds abloom in all directions from which events occur
Relations and virused meetings catch fire and explode
In the margin of butterfly wings, entire cycles of evolution
Outplayed and faded, sparked and leaned back into vacuum-filled nirvana

Between the two of my eyes, feverish fractals soar
Dance like were they on drugs
Peyote labyrinths re-mapped exits
A hasty blink and a million life-to-comes
Will never be the same as they never were

In the kinetic energy of, of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe

With the first movement in the organic soap
Came a bouquet of alternative answers
All different multiplied and re-devided

Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite
Written between the legs on the Meganeura
Suburban city maps and dormant dictator semen
Marked their way trough time

In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe

In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe

09 EPISODE 666

Welcome here, the squirrel-wheel begins
Fasten the left hand belts
Remember not to think too much
And your trip will be numbingly pleasant

Non-caring is the easiest way
But to secure a passage to the 2nd plane
You have to complete level one
Their dead-smile lips turn on their TV
While urban gravestones scrape the skies
Rising over marionette cities and marionette skies

This is episode 666
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind
This is episode 666
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind

This is episode 666
Destination chaos
This is episode 666
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind

This is episode 666
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind
This is episode 666
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind

10 EVERYTHING COUNTS

The handshake seals the contract
From the contract there's no turning back
The turning point of a career
In Korea being insincere
The holiday was fun-packed
The contract, still intact

The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all

It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts

The graph on the wall tells the story of it all
Picture it now, and see it just how
The lies and deceit gained a little more power
Confidence, taken in by a suntan and a grin

The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts

Everything counts in large amounts

The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
It's a competitive world