Whispering sounds of untold stories
Do you believe?
Believe in something,
so simple as the truth?
Believing is easy.
It's not believing that's hard.
It's all just a bunch of bullshit,
and there's nothing you can do about it.
An artificial being,
created by mankind itself.
Are you sure you still believe?
Heil to the Gods upon thee,
and submit to their ancient laws.
Become nothing with nothingness,
and nothing but enslavement rests upon your soul
So how can you trust,
these whispering sounds?
Listen my fellow equal, listen to the truth
but remember,
It's all just a bunch of bullshit.
Tills vidare, on a moonlight drive!
// m
Underverse
Ancient reality.
Guitars playing a humble tune,
of restless death.
String attached,
from my soul to my cock.
An neverending lovestory,
between a mother and her womb.
Nothingness upholds,
the silence breaks up and shines.
Restless no more.
No more, no less.
Tills vidare, join the verse and make it your own.
// m
Some people say I'm crazy. I say, they're fucking right!
Well...
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits, the rebels, the trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they can change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
Tills vidare, how do you like them apples?
// m
Tills vidare, how do you like them apples?
// m
Hollow
There's no poetry in you,
just a face with a faded smile.
The deeper I look in your eyes,
you turn into somethin' I don't like.
Tills vidare, häpårä.
// m
