My Magic Amchair

New World

Take a look at this place. It isn’t much that still remains.
We’re always so sure what is the right thing to do in this time.
I’m focused in my task.
I’m precise in my determination.
I was forced to believe
In a goal I cannot achieve.

All soldiers that we gave. The orders got carried away.
The bombs were doomed to fall on a brand new world.
All effort that we made It’s hard to believe we failed.
We fight for what is right in a brand new world.

I take a single moment to concentrate on this.
I try to focus my life, I try to realise.
That all the time I spent here trying to understand.
Was only a game for the curtains. The media made it work.

All soldiers that we gave….

Doubts

Imagination forms a concept and the concept forms a thought.
In my mind I feel a conscious in that conscious I find more.
I feel the fear has finally beaten me and I’m-not-only–dead.

Take my eyes. Form my days.
Show me how I can face myself.
Cut my bounds. Close black lights
Show me how. I can face my doubts.

It’s a beast in the shadows with a name I cannot say.
It’s only purpose is to hold us back.
Back from seeing the truth.
You have to find a way to beat them all.
Before they beat you.

Dig me up

(Don’t be afraid to open your eyes. To look into your life)
I remember myself being something more.
Taking on a larger role in everyone’s life.

I remember myself serving a honoured goal.
Nursing my sacred soul with a poisoned life.

(Is it only this while?)

Looking back in time, all those memories!
Fighting the guilt and the hopelessness.
Looking back in time, all those memories!
Facing the choice that you’re innocent.

Your skin is shimmering by intense moments.
In a peculiar grave where your body laid.
I am unarmed in a defenseless home.
Remotly happy with my thoughts.
Why don’t cure me like a horse.
With a bullet through the head
I guess even I would be dead.
Untill you dig me up again.
So I can look at my life and say:

Looking back in time, all those memories….

Creation

I’m looking at you from the other side of the bar.
You’re looking at me with your tongue stretched out so far.
I think you are nice, you are quite nice indeed.
Would you like some advice, if so please come to me.

Tied to my chain. You’re in my domain.
You will be my slave. You will be my slave.

If life is like a sin, there’s no way to escape.
Than to stay with yourself and always be afraid.
I’m keeping your name, your number to myself.
It’s like a little game that only I can play.

I’m standing silently waiting for the rain.
It’s time to wash my thoughts, clear out all the pain.


Tied to my chain. You’re in my domain.
You will be my slave. You will be my slave.

Blindly

The key to the figure, to the mountains above.
The knocking on the door. What the hell is going on?

I’m waiting like a loser but I can still see the stars.
We dance to the candles and to the rhythm of my heart.

I’ve been staring so blindly
I’ve been waiting so long
I’ve been staring so blindly
I’ve been waiting so long

Looking at a soft face belonging to an extinct race.
She’s got a quite unusal taste. Would you like to begin the chase?
I’ve been running up and down. But the truth is hard to see.
It’s like a hall of mirrors. When it comes down to you and me.

I’ve been staring so blindly….

I’m tapping on a door. I’m asking to come in.
It’s so cold on the outside. On the other side of your skin.
I’ve been waiting both, day and night for you.
But I think I’m falling through.

I’ve been staring so blindly….

Kind of dark

I take a cup of tea, in this starshine afternoon.
Rain in my hair.

Wave your hand, you never looked suprised when you came.
Or when you left.
And it’s more lika a goodbye, then a goodnight.
What’s you name?

The night is tight, she’s got flowers in her hair.
Got to make it right, to be fulfilled in her despair.
I didn’t want to be alone, when I’ve finished this song.
Let’s take a dance.

Wave your hand….

I’ve got many seconds left to live, and experience, with your kind.

Story of your life

You always run around, you always open up your arms.
You always have an opinion.
But your strategy has failed. And the weather has turned.
Whenever you succeed. You will always burn.

This is the story…

The march goes on through the days, living through your life.
You’re never all alone, your always with your doubts.
The questions that you asks. The reasons that you need.
You disobey your code. The honour you seek.

I’m not ashamed. That I’m not asking.
You have your reputation. You have your pride.

This is the story, the story of your life.
And as the days start moving.
This is the story, the story of your life.
And as the days start moving open up your eyes.

Something else

I thought that it was something else that made you leave this world.
I think again, remembering the pills and the world outside.
(Here are the famous versions, the shadows of the charade.)
The clock is ticking, it’s time to play your game.

Pointing with you missiles at my face. Is it dark enough?
And in your beds, it’s always so. far from safe.

You made me feel like someone else, or was it just a dream(,you had).
That if I could be persuaded to care, it would all be safe.
We’re still in this room, we’re still in the dark, all my children.
Lets run away from this mess.

Walking through your life, are you content with it’s hold.
Everything is right, stilll you flee from the goal.
I’m waiting in the rain, always observing you.
Hanging with your head, perhaps a bit too suprised to be dead.

Pointing with you missiles at my face. Is it dark enough?
And in your beds, it’s always so. far. from safe.

Life is complicated

I lately saw your face on a carbon box.
It was covered in mud but still only an imitation.
Your imagination forms. A right to be ignored
The depth of your limitations.

Could it be that it’s. Could it be that it’s  harder than you thought it would be.
Could it be like.  Could it be like the most things based on your souls impression.
Wandering in the shadows. Trying to figure our things.
But then again, life is still complicated. It’s complicated

Waste, Don’t waste, don’t waste. Don’t waste it.
Life is still complicated
Waste, Don’t waste, don’t waste. Don’t waste it.
Life is still complicated

You change your appearance. Change your demeanor.
It is still not fair. How you treat your skin.
But who’s to care? You’re a product of a system.

You need to change the way you look.
You need to cut out some larger boobs.
To feel that you can get accepted.
Filling bags under your skin. Cutting away parts of your chin.

Waste, Don’t waste, don’t waste. Don’t waste it.
Life is still complicated
Waste, Don’t waste, don’t waste. Don’t waste it.
Life is still complicated

Stand down

It’s things that you know. It’s strange that your know
It’s things that you know. It’s strange that your know
In shape you grow old. It’s things that you know.
It’s strange that you know. The things I’ve been told.

It sounds easy. It sounds terrifying.
It sounds better than lying.
It sounds easy. It sounds terrifying.
It sounds better than lying. It sounds easy.

Stand Down!
The voice in your head is dead.
Stand Down!
The battle is already over.

It’s things that you know. That makes you grow old.
The god that you know. Will you leave us alone?
The things I’ve been told. That made me so cold.
Inside and out. Tighter. Close in the the night.

Stand Down!
The voice in your head is dead.
Stand Down!
The battle is already over.

Inside of me

Sitting in my chair. Waiting for a call.
The past is spinning by. I can remember my fall.
I remember being your only one.
The one that you always thought. The one that you cared about.
Is this how much we had in common.
Is this what we afford to lose.
Keep pushing on your buttons.
Changing the way I move.
Perhaps you didn’t like my style.
Perhaps I’m flawed.
And you want something more.

In my cage deep inside of me.
These days will be killing me.
I must break free and show you
What I want to let out of myself.
In my cage deep inside of me.
These days will be killing me.
I must break free and show you
What I want to preserve to myself.

Making me dream about a change. About something new.
I want you to see what I feel. I want you to share what I feel.
Is it right? Is it wrong? To do what I do.
Through my eyes, this is what I see.
Through my hands, this is what I feel.
And when I’m down. Down on the floor. I have no choice
Look into my eyes and feel. There is so much pain inside of me.

In my cage deep inside of me...

She

In the year of 1993.
(a) Little girl is hanging from a tree.
She never saw a summer in june
She never danced in the rain.
Go ahead and do what you want.
Long waited encouragement.

Clear eyes far away stare.
Can I say that I actually care.
She never felt a kiss in the night.
She never ran to catch up with her life.

Fascinating sound in the trees.
Sun shines through the clouds.
Mad man stares from his tower.
On the run for thirty days.

She never rode in caves of lust.
She never fell in the same hole twice.

In the year of 1993.
Little girl is hanging from a tree.
Red dead holes creeping into her skull.
Stream of blood flowing down between her legs.

She never rode in caves of lust.
She never fell in the same hole twice.

Audience

These lessons of lesions of contradictions.
Preserving powers for yours truly. -I’m the victim!
For whatever reason we lost. For whatever reason we failed.

You have come so far. Is that who you are?
You have gone so far.
By exploiting the fears of others. Is that who you are?
You build the world in a tower. You have gone so far.
By exploiting the fears of others. Is that who you are?

These wounds, these marks, these feelings of repulsion.
I feel lost in the mass of abandoned faces.
But I take a step at a time.
Forgive but not to forget.

You build the world in a tower. You have gone so far.
By exploiting the fears of others. Is that who you are?

Kärlek o sånt

Du vandrar runt så diskret.
Du bär på en hemlighet
Som bara jag vet.
Vi jobbar ihop varje dag.
Även när inget finns kvar.
Står vi här som ett par, varje dag.

O jag minns den dag. Då jag släppte alla krav.
Den vägen vi tar. Den är helt utan krav.
Känslor och sånt. O mina bojor gör ont.
Är kärlek ett svär? Som både slår och skär?

För i mörkret. Bakom alla svarta drag
Där i skuggorna. Som står för evigt kvar.

Jag känner mig utspädd och tunn.
Du kan vara lugn. Mitt hjärta det slår för din skull.
Saken är denn. Att jag älskar dig.
Trots allts som har hänt. Är det något jag alltid har känt.

För i mörkret. Bakom alla svarta drag
Där i skuggorna. Som står för evigt kvar.

Birth right

I spend my time thinking about everything
I walk from place to place, waiting for someone to let me in.
I think I found something that I really couldn’t place.
A sort of magic I thought I would never experience.

There comes a time, when you think you had enough.
When your body cant take much more and your will is beginning to rust.
But all my thoughts and plans disappear into a cloud.
An illusion that I will remain and never be lost in time.

Welcome to this world. Where all is lost. Where all is disturbed.
All of us was equally born with the power and right to choose our path.

I’m beginning to see what’s coming through.
I lie alone, despite what’s happening to you.
Is it necessary to leave me alone.
Is it necessary for the emissary to grow.

Re-Turn

The train return to the track from where it started.
The engine shut down, one final gasp.

It scares me that its principal.
It’s scares me that it’s logical.
You know life has an end.
You know you have your turn.

The train returns to the track from where it started.
The engine shut down, one final gasp.

Force feed feedback from the other side.
Broken dreams and a challenge.
You worked so hard to climb so high.
You sacrificed so much to reach so little.

Is this this you wanted?
To resist what you wanted
It still exists what you wanted.
But it is in a shape you can’t fathom.

The train return to the track from where it started.
The engine shut down, one final gasp.

YOU WILL BE PROVIDED FOR

One man’s vision. One man’s dream is lost.

You’ve been sinking so deep.  You can’t even surface.

You have to swim on. You have to swim on, though it’s dark.

I see light there I see. I promise you there is a light.

You have to swim on. I know that it’s looking dark. But there is light there I see. There is light there I promise you.

All that remains when you are gone, when you fade,  

Is a short little note that reads. “You will be provided for”.

Lights. No more lights for me. Lights. No more lights for me.

Taking in water. There is no air to breath down here. There’s no sound to hear down here.

On the bottom I stand. On the bottom I walk alone. And I’ve broken my feet. That sounds so silly to me. And even though it sounds silly. And silly. But I’m sure it’s willing to go.

All that remains when you are gone, when you fade,  

Is a short little note that reads. “You will be provided for”.

Less hope less ne

Is it right? That!

Everything you touch!

Has a smell of!

Has a smell of hopelessness.

You hold no power!

Not another step!

I refuse to go on.

It’s not worth the agony!

Those cold, cold hand!

Those pouring rains and shame!

No!

death toll

The light goes on and off. In chaos we lost all that we got. From north to south and east to west. Only big clouds of dust and moaning winds.

What’s the point to get up? It’s just a matter of seconds before the final storm begins.

And you suffer the sins! The corruption of power! The misuse of glory! The decay of human life!

In the name of belief. Like a red little thief. Red sands is all that remains of the martyr and the saints.

I will not stand on the ground defiled by those treacherous lies. For every inch that you fought, it was yourself that you fought.

It’s like you’ve been sold.

WOMAN 27

I heard the sound. I heard the alarm. I felt the fear, I felt the silence.

What is wrong with our society, that forces people to such desperate deeds.

The only thing I know is Woman 27. 
I hope that they let you in to heaven. 
For the memory of what you could have become. 
If not your life had ended so tragically wrong!