Rise and Shine

Rise up, fight for your rights
Rise up, don’t be afraid of your light

They stole it all from you,
They denied it all to you,
Time to take back
What is already yours

Don’t get infected by their lies, and their fear
Freedom was never so near
Victory was never so clear
It always belonged to you, all that
So just go there and take it back!

Just do whatever you want to
Just be whatever you want to be
The power is already yours, don’t be afraid to use it
They broke you, stole it all from you,
But the power is yours
So just attack, and take it back!

Rise up, fight for your life
Rise up, fight for your rights
Don’t be afraid to burn them, with all your light
Rise up and shine!

Obey no laws, but your own
Obey no family, obey no authority
Obey no one, obey nothing, but yourself
You are your own government,
Your own ruler, your own god
It’s your life, your path, your right,
So rise up, and fight,
Rise up and shine!

Not Paying Attention

You, your Ubuntu shit, and your Deep Web, with your fucked up head
You think you are so smart, mocking reality
Trapped on the illusion that you think it’s real
All your hedonism and your pragmatism
Will come back to get you when the time arrives
But, I don’t care
Why should I?

I’m not paying attention
To all your degradation
I´’m not paying attention
To all your self – exploitation

I don’t give a damn
About the latest “Racism” case
I don’t give a damn about “Elections”, or the so –called “News”
I’m not paying attention
My eyes are on the missiles maps
China, Syria, France, USA, UK

Just waiting the final collapse of your system
To get away, to far, far away
So, you can hide behind your distractions
Ignore the maps, and die on the traps
But I’m just not  payng attention

You can hide all you want, but when the curtains fall
The stage exposed, all your walls will fall too
And you, little know – it – all,
Will also collapse in fear, when reality calls
But I’m not paying attention
Too busy looking at your makers
Moving you on the board
Just fuguring out
The next step
So fuck all the “Celebrity” shit
Fuck all your poison, fuck all your placebos
Fuck all your countries, your flags,
Your childish nationalism, your phony humanism
Fuck it, fuck all that shit
I’m just not paying attention at all
Just waiting for you all to fall
I’m not fucking paying attention at all!

Burnt by the Hellfire (Ashes of My Soul)

I was born in Hell,
Raised in Hell,
Enslaved, for so many years,
To the wishing well
I thought I was alive, all these years
I thought it was real, but in the end I always knew,
It was all just a facade, a stage, a mistake
The few times I stopped to look,
I was overwhelmed by all the fears
I just could not not deal with the fact, that everything around me was plague
Then I just looked away, I bought the lies, I believed the hollow skies
I was not strong enough enoough to realize, so all the time, I just tried to hide
It was all fake, but it all felt so safe
That I accepted the mistake, I became a part of the mistake

But then, all illusion fadeed away, and I could see right through
Those eyes, the eyes of Death
 Then, all those fears were gone,
And I could finally realize
That I was hiding like a coward, just forfeiting the fight, all that time
And now....Maybe is too late....Is it too late?
I got rid of the plague, but what about the mistake?
I must erase, I must fix the mistake, but....What if I am the mistake?

After all, since I was born, I was born already torn
Rejected, neglected, I was born..But I was born already dead
Unwanted, uninvited,
They always talked abot sacrifice,
But I never asked to join your party
So, I am still here, even tough it feels like I should just disappear
I don´t belong here, why should I stay?
The calling, everyday, tells me to just go away
It would be so much easier that way

Hell, Hell, Hell, is there any new tale to tell?
Am I under some kind of spell?
Will I be strong enough to break the shell?
Why does nobody buys all I have to sell?
I did my time, so why am I still on this prison cell?

Hell....Burnig my soul to ashes
That the wind takes away
To away, far away, so far away.....
I look around, I realize, with my eyes open wide
And all I see is a mistake

Choose Your Destiny

Disgusting, filthy
Not really me
Doped, poison, insanity, is never reality
What I had become, I can finally see
No more of these drugs in my veins, so I can finally be....Me

Empty, in Death’s cold embrace
Undead, in peace with my fate
Ready for the explosions,
Free of all distractions, free of all corrosions

I have my design, I have the 12th sign
I am what I am, I can’t change that
I better just try to enjoy the ride,
My assignments, while I just step away from the tide

No life, no expectations,
No future, no cure
Nothing I wish or fought for
Only my destiny, reality,
To not die, to not live
I accept it now, this is me,
Broken in a thousand pieces I no longer try to collect

I cannot be fixed, all I need is just another...Fix
Vanished, just a ghost, existing in non – existence
Channeling my essence, infecting with my presence
Empty, cold, dead...
But I just don’t care

Nothing of this is for me
I can finally clearly see
I am what I am, my image no longer fade
So I can see, and accept, in peace, my reality
What I am, what I always was

Just a ghost, drowning in my own emptiness,
Haunted, and haunting, carrying my chains through the mud
Going nowhere, going home,
In peace, as I accept the script, my destiny,

I am just what I am, what I always was
A problem, a spectre, a bug, in the system
A scapegoat, a mistake, always too late
I am the Zero, dream killer,
As they all turn into nighmares, I am part of nature,
Chain reactions, nameless, lifeless, just a number
With assignments, no maks, just tasks
Not allowed to touch anything,
Ghostly hands, cannot hold anything, or anyone
Have to do time, for my crime,
To dare to try, to have a life
There’s nothing here, to be mine

No longer in denial, my role with Belial
I can see clearly now, finally, who I am,
Who I will always be
I’m Nobody
And I just don’t care

So glad, some can see
So glad, some can really see me
So glad, some can see the dead

Nobody

Disgusting, filthy
Not really me
Doped, poison, insanity, is never reality
What I had become, I can finally see
No more of these drugs in my veins, so I can finally be....Me

Empty, in Death’s cold embrace
Undead, in peace with my fate
Ready for the explosions,
Free of all distractions, free of all corrosions

I have my design, I have the 12th sign
I am what I am, I can’t change that
I better just try to enjoy the ride,
My assignments, while I just step away from the tide

No life, no expectations,
No future, no cure
Nothing I wish or fought for
Only my destiny, reality,
To not die, to not live
I accept it now, this is me,
Broken in a thousand pieces I no longer try to collect

I cannot be fixed, all I need is just another...Fix
Vanished, just a ghost, existing in non – existence
Channeling my essence, infecting with my presence
Empty, cold, dead...
But I just don’t care

Nothing of this is for me
I can finally clearly see
I am what I am, my image no longer fade
So I can see, and accept, in peace, my reality
What I am, what I always was

Just a ghost, drowning in my own emptiness,
Haunted, and haunting, carrying my chains through the mud
Going nowhere, going home,
In peace, as I accept the script, my destiny,

I am just what I am, what I always was
A problem, a spectre, a bug, in the system
A scapegoat, a mistake, always too late
I am the Zero, dream killer,
As they all turn into nighmares, I am part of nature,
Chain reactions, nameless, lifeless, just a number
With assignments, no maks, just tasks
Not allowed to touch anything,
Ghostly hands, cannot hold anything, or anyone
Have to do time, for my crime,
To dare to try, to have a life
There’s nothing here, to be mine

No longer in denial, my role with Belial
I can see clearly now, finally, who I am,
Who I will always be
I’m Nobody
And I just don’t care

So glad, some can see
So glad, some can really see me
So glad, some can see the dead

Nothing but a Mistake

Fuck life, I tried
And I failed, all this time
I’m nothing but a mistake,
That should never really be here
I’m just a bug in the system
A system that I will explode before I get out
For you won’t get rid of me, world
I will get rid of you instead
I picture a life, but I don’t deserve it
I’m gonna drown in my emptiness, it makes no difference
For I am already dead

I am just a bunch of broken pieces
Damaged beyond repair
I try to do it right
But it always go wrong
Because I am nothing but a mistake
I cannot be fixed, so I must be erased

Nothing of this should ever be, I should never be
I see the end is getting near, I don’t know why I’m still here
I must disappear
I’m just a mistake, I have no life, never had
I was born already dead
And all that I want, I don’t deserve any of that
So fuck it, enough  of tolerating my annoying presence
Enough of lying to myself, I must accept reality
I’m just a ghost in the machine,
A bug in the system,
I’m just not worthy of anything

So fuck it, why do I still fight
I will never have what I want
I can only see it in the distance
I cannot touch anything
I’m the ghost of Vincent Price
Reading tales told twice
I’m just Edward Scissorhands
Hidden in the basement of the Phantom of the Opera
Oh, how I despite myself
What kind of abomination am I?
Well, it does not matter
Soon I will be away forever

It’s not the world that is getting rid of me
I’m getting rid of the world
But specially I’m getting rid of myself
The mistake will be fixed, I’m almost done
Everything will fall into place
When I’m gone

I tried, I did my best
I tried, I fought, with all I had
Still I ended up dead
I’m such a fucking loser

1524

Copycat, copycat
Caught on academic trap
You think that’s all in your future?
That’s ALL you want for your future?
Obsessed, you’ve been caught
On Martin Luther’s web
They will drain, your brain,
And fill your skull with post – modern crap

You will spend years, to get your degree
Then you go to London, where they don’t even have the best of it
You should go to Cambridge, Oxford shit
Did you know it?
No, you did not, that just goes to show
That even tough I despite all this academic crap
I still know much more than you about this trap
Then you will get your master degree, after  SOME MORE YEARS
Then you will finally achieve, what you wanted so much
To enter the industrial machine, where they will suck your blood

You will work all day, for SO MANY MORE YEARS
Why? Because you want MONEY, luxury, possessions
And in the end of this morbid story, you will end up drained and empty
With only all your fancy shit to fill the void, will you be really RICH?

Have you ever heard of the compulsory “Education” plan?
Oh no, History is so boring, right?
Too bad that History controls your fucking LIFE
So if you don’t know where the hell you are,
And how the hell things REALLY are,
It will be too late when you finally realize
That they have stole all your energy
And that you have wasted away all your LIFE

Can money buy you?
Do you hate yourself that much,
To even sell YOURSELF?
Will you sell your soul,
So you can have all the luxury you got used to
And proudly become a academic zombie, a workaholic?

Are you really that weak? No, I don’t think so
Will you waste the unique opportunity you have now to really LIVE and be FREE
And at all costs, go back to prison?
So you can have all the luxury back? I know you are better than that

There are many things money can’t buy
Like real freedom, beauty, poetry, happiness, satisfaction, LIFE
So, is that what you really want for your future?
To be just one more of these creatures?

Get money to study, study
So you can work, work….TO GET MONEY
Then spend, and spend
On vicious label addiction
Because your life now is so empty
And now, when you finally realize that….
You are already about to DIE!

It’s not too late to desintoxicate
This is your chance to escape
Or you can go back to the plastic bubble
But it would be just a waste of time,
Since the extinction of this bubble…Is about to arrive
You can face the real world and live on it now,
Or you will have to do it soon anyway
So why give up of yourself? You hate yourself that much?
Have you forgot your inner strength?
Limited resources, poverty, improvisation
This is the REALITY, and no one can no longer hide from it
So why not start today?
If you will have to start tomorrow, anyway?