Lyrics

For The Harvest - 2017

Trinity

don't know where to go
don't know where it will lead to
important is to start
important is to take off
there is nothing
nothing keeps you here
no matter if it's flat or sphere
running towards light

hell
haven‘t you seen that yet
a place of slavery and dread
where living is the pain
follow them
see your visions into bloom
leave reality no room
and the fuck accept the fact that there is nothing in your way but you yourself

one day I'll pack my things and go
yeah that is my thrill
breathing in freedom and sow
the seed for feeding my creed
I can’t await it, I’m so frustrated
I got a mistress, distress, I’m out of fucking business

I'm imprisoned devastated
on my freedom words related
I am conquered by my thoughts
right could you enlighten me
how far my feet will carry
how far is necessary
how long will it take
and the hell what is the sake


from day to day no challenge it is just the daily pain
fifty percent pervert and the rest is just insane
the money they are earning is to less to satisfy
living like from month to month with all returning tides

hell
haven‘t you seen that yet
a place of slavery and dread
where living is the pain
follow them
see your visions into bloom
leave reality no room
and then accept that fact that there is nothing in your way but you yourself
I asked for a mistress to regain the distress my masochistic business leaves no room to regress
all of my possessions won't give me satisfaction
and yes we unlearned to be what we should be
and any question why
will be answered with a lie
 we learned to deny
that in truth we are lonely, embittered and ugly

so I gave me that self-respect to swim against the stream and

one day I pack my things and go
yeah that is my thrill
breathing in freedom and sow
the seed for feeding my creed
I can’t await it, I’m so frustrated
I GOTA MISStress, DIStress, (I’m out of) MotherFUCKING BUISSINESS

Passion And Love

like the body is the spirit
like the bottom so the top
like the wind so is the silence
like the peace so is the violence

shouldn't it be green to be yellow
shouldn't it be light to be shadow
and all you have reached so far
will be forgotten by all
after summer will be fall

the die is cast, there is no way out
swallow the pill so bitter down your throat
the die is cast and then thereof
the reason for it all, it is passion it is love

can't go any further
can't change things to another
rather leave it be don't bother
it's hard to hear for the deaf
blood 's not thinker than water
not for us the standard kind
hard to find the blind for the blind

negotiate your own minds conspiracy
we are all in one and one in all
but this worlds advance philosophy
you are running in a circle without an opportunity

the die is cast, there is no way out
swallow the pill so bitter down your throat
the die is cast and then thereof
the reason for it all, it is passion it is love

never took a look back
never gave something back
never was beneath me
never was above me
never was enlighten
never was unfrighten
never was in faith and sworn
and never thought my mind was torn

So this is how liberty dies, with thunderous applause

The Hamster

behaving like a rack-wheel lubricated with blood
celebrating the requiem for a tattered regime
running like a hamster for a retarded vision of a final reign

the point of the story, histories rhyme
tomorrow gonna be yesterday in no time
drowning in a dried up river of human intelligence
running low of endurance

take
hit
lie
commit
decent in darkness human pride
redraft, revoke, adjust the scope
from poor to rich, from king to pope
mortality failed as we're still the hamster
be the hamster!

evanescence is a present, it makes present things so extend
every second hurts but hours are on silence
don't think on past or think on then
good riddance to destiny again

blossoms come to bloom and the concept fulfils itself
like the scream casts any echo
just a view on what is wealth

laid for craft
sing with me the requiem
form dust to dust to millennium
all in all it was just blood for the one imperium

the point of the story, histories rhyme
tomorrow gonna be a week or year in no time
drowning in a dried up river
artificial existence
running out of endurance

Alive

this song is another letter to god
what are your thoughts then?

oh God what’s wrong with your anthropogenic addiction
you come up with eye for eye
tell me if that’s your prediction
don’t ask the question what’s wrong or what’s right
there’s nothing good each side
without doubt you’re hiding from the light

this world collapses like a house of cards
nothing changes and all things break apart

money, beauty, glamour, all this shit that they hype
all this worthless stupid nonsense, authority in the wrong one human kind
what is wrong, what is right, this is Jesus’s pride
the only solution, to break the ambit
is breaking out of the hive

I’m still alive
like a sunray breaks through haze, warmness that embrace
standing out of masses, while I’m still alive

oh God what’s wrong with your anthropogenic addition
come up with tooth for tooth
it is still not far from fiction
oh God just tell me, have you slept for some time?
here is the news for slugabeds
virtue’s dead and mammon ‘s reigning
 
this world collapses like a house of cards
nothing changes and all things break apart

lonely broken bastard
you shake hands to be polite
but since you signed that contract
there’s no way to fight, no way to hide
what is wrong? What is right? You are Jesus’s bride
and there is no solution to break the ambit or
win without a strife

I’m still alive
like a sunray breaks through haze, warmness that embrace
standing out of masses, while I’m still in hell
immortal pain, constant fear, this worlds end is near,
seeing sunlight in the night, human virus hell is here
alive
seeing sunlight in the night, human virus, so is life

The Dark

I’m ten persons in my head
when all my words are dead
if one way hurts I’ll be another one instead

this is why, I used to blare and to deny
there’s no way to avoid the fucking lie
but in my dreams I’m flying high
beyond deserts, over my cries

the dark in my head
it was never what it seemed
it is just a fragile me beneath a mortal skin
I am cornered in my head with a slut and with a clown
you just have to push me up, just to knuckle me down

this little voice  in my head likes to slice and to slit my veins
I commit
and then sometimes I lose control in a blink of an eye
I admit

this is why, my inner voice is running dry
this is my admission, I’m holding by
but in my dreams I’m flying high
beyond deserts, over my

the dark in my head
it was never what it seemed
it is just a fragile me beneath a mortal skin
I am cornered in my head with a slut and with a clown
you just have to push me up, just to knuckle me down

I’m just a number in time
and all I am ends in dust
and all thoughts on mine,
as routine comes, will be lost

Heil Dollar

fictional numbers, fragile wealth
the greatest good averts from health
the money printing press is running silent and in stealth
have you thought it through
then it is time for you to be a mauler
since everyone greets with the phrase  "heil dollar"

no one beliefs that it 'd all increases
so does balance 'n' diseases
and all those gaps between us all
after ascents comes the fall
what costs the world we're living in
it's the question we've grown in
interfering them to call
 we're afraid to pay toll

when morning breaks
we sit in shards
that's the price for playing cards
we've sold our birth right as we tried to satisfy our avarice
our doings led to a crises
we are not
esteeming lives
 it is all covered with lies
till a dollar meets our eyes

down down down down
sell us, put our crown down
sell us for historic wealth
it is ten, ten past twelve

stick the fingers in the soil
search with the tips for the last drop (of) oil
bucket for bucket plough the surface for some diamonds
or colonize a certain land for "independent" helping hands

if this clock is running on there will never be a later
as everyone goes crazy for this fucking mean green paper
when the call comes and the hangman ties the collar
what is it worth then? the so called dollar

Helix Z

hey Dolly who’s your daddy?
I guess you have no answer ready
manipulated, multiplied, mutated lifeform
ethic mistake or something to adore
let’s play a game, could you name the mother you would die for

I became God
and I became God as I split the helix
multiply the deoxyribonucleic acid

oh God oh God what have we done?
we thought and taught you were the only one
artificial life, no rules, no sense
we’re similitude till we’ve to force the consequence

Hey!
wanna be alive, gonna be alive, gonna be a mirror gonna hate the mirror as I see it clearer
gonna go nowhere without a care
it is all about the light
that's the meaning of all and that's the matter of life
behind a mask

adenine, guanin, cytosine, thymine
replicate the protein

I became God
and I became God as I split the helix
multiply the deoxyribonucleic acid

then there’s no matter of life
then there's no light we could hide inside
we excuse our inhumanity, financial thirst, disharmony
 the goddess of prosperity is mother nature’s immature
inferior philosophy    
we’ve nothing learned from history


oh God oh God what have we done?
we thought and taught you were the only one
artificial life, no rules, no sense
we’re similitude till we’ve to force the consequence

Divided

have you ever forced to say goodbye
at an age, full of rage and instability
and why it is a shame, to be weak at a point
and why should it be weak to tear or cry

everyone is passing as time goes by
desire to live or desire to die
and time in its infinity is mocking on mortality
there's no desire left
left is the actuality

and all that I can sense, is a bit of a defence
and fear as hate and grief, I belief
that as I saw them trench
my correspondence
 I swear, I thought, this never ends

what was the last thought? Was I beloved?
or shouldn't I ask for?
what should I even ask for?
in a lifetime, there was not enough time,
always felt so damn neglected
the last thought that effected:

my heart stops hurting anyway
won't survive this day
and darkness sets in
my face towards death, waiting for my last breath
lying slain, it's insane
assassinate my living flame

why was I the wrong son
It's too late, to tell me what I've done
though I'm missing you in here
can't feel your presence and no sphere
and all I wanted in this time
was just time with you that is mine
with every greeting I was fine
father, before you crossed the line

For The Harvest

the seeds have fallen down
fallen on tainted ground
this creed reflects in crowns
into blossom sown and bound
with closed eyes I see
this toxic reality
time is full of corruption
time 's no enemy, time ‘s an option

can you hear the whispers of a mountain telling you 'bout everything that went wrong
could you see, the crown 's beyond, standing on the summit and shouting it out
hurray

could you ever believe that nearly everything 's forgotten in a lifetime?
reaping time
money-world's philosophy
we'll be standing with the last
waiting for the harvest

this seed falls from grace

I am the spirit that negates
and rightly so,
for all that comes to be deserves to perish wretchedly
'twere better nothing would begin
thus everything that that your terms
destruction, evil represent
that is my proper element
I'm the voice in your head
I am the squall on your skin
I am the question
am the answer
am the sin
call me hate, call me lust, call me future, call me past, call me devil, call me god
ego sum qui intus habitat
ut omnes unum sint

and this is for the harvest

hurray
could you ever believe that nearly everything 's forgotten in a lifetime?
reaping time
money-world’s philosophy
we'll be standing with the last
for another fucking lifetime
pay time
end of contracts period
remember who sows blood will reap death
see the flash, waiting for the blast
bleeding for the past
dying for the harvest
for their harvest

Media Blind

media blind, too blind to see behind
truth 's too bitter for us, the standard kind
 and those who search for truth and try to find
believe in everything they've never verified

fed with everything you thought you 'd need
while your mental skills are near defeat
blood and deaths are normal for us creep
it is nothing, nothing is, indeed

this instrument leads to war
conducts what is to think for
this instrument leads to war
conducts what is to think for

ugly pictures on tv
an epos far from reality
can't discern day and night
forgot what's between dark and light

hurray

fed with everything you thought you 'd need
while your mental skills are near defeat
blood and deaths are normal for us creep
it is nothing, nothing is, indeed

this instrument leads to war
conducts what is to think for
this instrument leads to war
conducts what is to think for

Scourge of Mankind

sometimes I'm full of fear to die
sip by sip it's fading by
the letter grows with every word
between the lines it shall be heard
and fear
only exists in my head
though I'm lien awake in my bed
there is nothing in coming there is nothing a threat
there is nothing even close there is nothing I dread

remind me why we are here
despite the vision on what we hear
the sound of the wind claims the walls
and that is how a mountain calls
the dark and the light will never enlighten
what we truly hide inside
we gotta be dust, a part of soil
to discover what we've lost

then the coldness comes and the colours fade
my breath peters out as silence ensnares my fate
and death is filling up my lungs but I can't see a gate
there is no life beyond there is no light behind the pipe
there is no god who picks me up tonight
 there's no angel there's no carriage and there is no hell
there is nothing like difference between a human and a cell

remind me why we are here
despite the vision on what we hear
the sound of the wind claims the walls
and that is how a mountain calls
the dark and the light will never enlighten
what we truly hide inside
we gotta be dust, a part of soil
to discover what we've lost

Omnivore

now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds,
so much honesty in Oppenheimer's words
fear
keeps the circle running, fire, blast and radiation
in their celebration the predicted salvation

this is the symphony of war, the symphony of pain
and that one man can press play is quite insane
hey
nothing lasts forever, nothing is eternal
only stupidity casts the fire that's infernal

we will burn in hell and will get the evil we have done
this is our last wrong treatment, this is our last earned legacy
omnivore

can you see the trees withering and carrying our blames with us
our charge as responsibility and all entitlements are lost

only the sallow bones shivering in the light where we were once
like Albert said, the 4th will be fought with stones and blunts

we will burn in hell and will get the evil we have done
this is our last wrong treatment, this is our last earned legacy
omnivore

with me the symphony