SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (N)

Your unflappable conceptions / Moralistic views / Never open to criticism...

Your self-determined place of value / Think before you act! / Can you justifiably criticise...

Malformed spirit / An infestation / Suppressing ways of communication...

Previous times you stuck by me / Relations fine undeniably / Mutual trust and honesty...

Looking from outside inwards / A view to dumbfound the most outspoken minds / Silent screams from an unfit Earth...

Talk of unity - a far cry from the slander and rivalry / Why should we encourage what in fact is a circle of hypocrisy / Impulsive jealousy...

Forced exposure to create what is expected / (To face) neglection is the price no one wants to pay / Line in line, stereotypes perpetrated...

Mindsnare / Reasoning poison in the vein / Chasing the dragon who's frying your brain...

You come to us and criticise / Without prior inspection / Judge us as a waste of time...

We're walking in the air, / we're floating in the moonlit sky. / The people far below...

Born to the false world, the wanderer, / storyteller, the pied piper. / On a quest for immortality,...

As the sun sets beyond the pyramid / to greet me with its rays. / I place my hand on my forehead...

Wishmaster / Master! / Apprentice!...

Close your eyes / Feel the ocean where passion lies / Silently the senses...

Princess of lust / Dignity put to dust / A virginal sight...

Born to the false world, the wanderer, / Storyteller, The Pied Piper / On a quest for immortality...

A star falls down from the darkened sky / Where new worlds born and die / Kingdom Animalia watches its approaching glow...

A lonely bard wandering across the lands am I / Singing dancing finding answers to every why / The taverns are full and one crosses my path, too...

Følg, følg etter / Til Ondskapens hall vi drar! / Der det vendte kors pryder ferden!...

Decadence is restrained and smothered by the strictest codes of conduct. And you'll writhe naked upon the sands as the sun flays every inch of skin which is then assaulted and hacked away by the scorching, barren wind of empty breath. You wail and pray and grovel on your knees for a drop of water, just a bit of substance. Instead, you must sustain yourself on the scraps of idleness, or gorge yourself on the incessant corruption and muck of indifference. Excessiveness is a virtue. Debasement is a virtue. This is the birthplace of Saint I-Don't-Care. The patron saint of extravagant waste and crippling depression. Enjoy the masquerade of dark, bitter smiles of those too senseless to notice the uncanny resemblance: uptight aristocrat, lackadaisical vagabond. Different uniforms for the same subservient fuck....

We're no strangers to love / You know the rules and so do I / A full commitment's what I'm thinking of...

Your pride... / Why should your pride be so restricted? / Restricted to a mere fraction of this earth...

Thoughts, ideas, hopes, ambitions / Sincere in declaration / Or merely token gestures?...

Domesticate me / Into your ideal creation / Fondle me...

Committed to a life of slavery / In the factories our own hands have built / Where we must work twice the graft...

Behind the transition / Lies a sense of ambiguity / Why hide behind the truth...

Time for my omittance / From a sterile existence / Where the weekend pays homage...

So this ordeal we're subjected to / Is all part of being love? / Two minds of intense confusion...

Preaching secondhand ideas / Tried and tested subjects rear / Practice what you preach...

Outright - in my thinking / And refusal - in accepting / How a word so mundane as sexism...