Somewhere, outside There are tricks and evil Holler downstairs While I drive I want to watch you buttercup Coming through the fog Dying of boredom I'll try it all Sixteen, olive Bound by a voice I don't want to go but I want it Well at least you fucking care Dying of boredom I'll try it all Dying of boredom I'll try it all I'll be faint Like a crook Dying of boredom I'll try it all It looks and feels great but look at what it's doing to you But that's ok, look at how it feels It looks and feels great but look at what it's doing to you But that's ok, look at how it feels It looks and feels great but look at what it's doing to you But that's OK, look at how it feels Dying of boredom I'll try it all It looks and feels great but look at what it's doing to you But that's ok look at how it feels
Metal Magic, 1983
In my head
A way
She's so sweet
She knows
All the women call her heatbreaker
I just call her my widowmaker
She's so hot
Under the lights
She's so sexy
Every night
They all come to see her play
The widowmaker is my
All the women call her heatbreaker
I just call her my widowmaker
Rock and roll widowmaker
Heartbreaker
No, you can not take her
Oh, there she goes
She's so sweet
She knows the
All the women call her heatbreaker
I just call her my widowmaker
Stupid Dream, 1999
I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You'd better give up hoping
You're better off in bed
You don't need much to speak of
No class, no wit, no soul
Forget you own agenda
Get ready to be sold
I feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleepwalking in the rain
I didn't mean to lose direction
I didn't want that kind of fame
Credit me with some intelligence
(If not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
(In five varieties)
And even though I got it all now
My only stupid dream
I see you and me together
And how it should have been
I remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights
For dreams to disappear
Credit me with some intelligence
(If not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
(In five varieties)
Credit me with some intelligence
(If not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
(In five varieties)
Credit me with some intelligence
(If not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
(In five varieties)
Flesh Power Dominion, 2002
Relieve, the realm of the dead
In complete darkness you awaken
Not knowing where you are
Breathing tastes thin and dry
Your primal fear begins to stir
Helpless awaiting the reaper to come
Fighting against the nothingness
A thousand colours surrounding you
Relieve, the realm of the dead
Tasting blood coming
from under your nails just makes you aware
All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt
Tasting blood coming
from under your nails just makes you insane
Being just six feet underground
Still an escape cannot be done
Heavily breathing your last breath
Your face expressing it all
Witness your own oblivion now
Moloch, 2016
Wading through the human slum
All grounding seems to be lost
Hubris displaces mental scum
In social disgrace embossed
Wallowing in vice, passion and lust
Wallowing in vice, fornication
Wallowing in vice, sodomy and disgust
Wallowing in vice, copulation
The cloven society, in distrust
A revolution is lurking below
Grown habits long covered by crust
Expecting now,a massive blow
Wallowing in vice, passion and lust
Wallowing in vice, fornication
Wallowing in vice, sodomy and disgust
Wallowing in vice, copulation
Leaders and wealth, strolling the gardens
Blind to the others, there's no grounding
Shielded by ignorance and the wardens
Deep below, insurrection is sounding
Incesticide, 1992
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves cuz he's got bad luck.
Well he never reads and he never draws
And he never sleeps cuz he's got bad blood yeah
I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain
Judas Christ, 2002
Always learn from history
To be sure you make the same mistakes again
Dig with bare hands or a silver spoon
But never change the masterplan
The face of god
In velvet black
The skies are full of angel holograms
London bridge is burning down
My fifteen minutes seem like fifteen years
As time goes by we slowly rot away
It happens here and now and everywhere
Aerosmith - 1973
Hey look yonder
What's that I see
Well that old bogus, honey
Comin' after me
I goin' told you
Was out of town
I wonder how she knowed
I was hangin' around
Say, listen babe
Don't go wastin' your time
You keep comin' 'round
You'll hear the same old line
You got a thousand boys
You say you need 'em
You take what's good for you
And I'll take my freedom
'Cause lately it's been so hard
To make ends meet
And honey, you're headin' down a
One way street
And I gotta go the other way
(Heh, heh, heh)
I thought I knew her
My cagey lady
How come my sunshine
Was so damn shady
She'll say she love to talk
A conversation
But I'm the one
Who makes my situation
This one way city
That I thought I knew
It's such a pity, honey
That's it for you
'Cause lately it's been so hard
To make ends meet
And honey, you're headin' down a
One way street
And I gotta go the other way
There's nothing over here
I never showed you
I made it pretty clear
I'm glad to know you
You know your brother Spike
He's on the level
But you always lookin'
Like you're mad at the devil
Don't say I cop a 'tude
It's all forgotten
It's just you're much too rude
Your fruits are rotten
You know I work so hard to keep it alive
Now all I hear from you
Is nothing but jive
Lately it's been so hard
Now to make ends meet
And honey, you're headin' down a
One way street
And I'm goin' on the other way
Yes I do!
And lately it's been so hard
To make ends meet
And honey, you're headin' down a
One way street
And I really been feelin'
Like I could be movin' on
You're headin' down a one way street
You're foolin' everybody you meet
I said, you're headin' down a one way street
You're foolin' everybody but me
I said, you're headin' down a one way street
You're foolin' everybody you meet
I said, you're headin' down a one way street
You're foolin' everybody but me...
You got to get yourself back on your feet
Lutherion III, 2006
Touch chaos
in darkness
walk lightly among the tombs
move gently into the depths
where i seek the truth
in the eye of the triangle
unfold this hidden temple
sing another requiem mass
sing out loud for us
Illuminate (revealed)
i burn the incense-cake, proclaim
these adorations of thy name.
behold this bleeding breast of mine
gashed with the sacramental sign!
this vault appears to have
no entrance beyond the veil
of faith!
Illuminate (revealed)
the assassin’s anagram
so dark the con of men
an astonishing truth
concealed
for decades
unveiled, at last
this church appears to have
no entrance beyond the veil
of faith!
Illuminate (revealed)