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AFTER ALL LYRICS
"Dusk" (1992 EP)
1. Soulcrise
2. A Utopic Thought
3. Blind Euphoria
4. Rivalry to Whom
1. Soulcrise
Soulcrise
The unhappy boy
Sits in his room
He's waiting for dawn
The unhappy boy
Won't move don't move
Just waiting for dawn
Happiness is crappiness
No part of his world
Happy it is crappy
He weeps - he weeps but doesn't move, no
He's waiting for the chance that he has
Just seen pass away that day
Forgotten and forsaken
Acquiesced in fate
Hold back, do not awaken
Acquiesced in fate he is
Noone moves, noone does
Noone loves - noone
In sudden joy, a visionary vision
He sees himself, all white
A timeless void, in utter calm
Destroyed, destroyed
The unhappy boy
Brought back to the world
Disturbed by the call
Produced by the girl
That is not
There
2. A Utopic Thought
A Utopic Thought
Now
LISTEN motherfuckers,
it's time to tell my story,
you know that I'm concerned about the things
that happen 'round 'n 'round MY HEAD,
so it really ain't that funny
to see the situation growing worse every hour of the DAY.
Now get off, get off your lazy ASSES,
'cause it's time for something real brand new.
It's time for some action
Hate - hate not
Find out
What colours mean
To you
Speak - speak not
Find out
What justice means
To you
Do - do not
Find out
What it means
To you
Dare - dare not
Find out
What Ichtus means
To you
Think - think not
Find out
What freedom means
To you
Do - do not
Find out
What it means
To you
What the fuck does it mean - hey
Now I'm
BACK motherfuckers,
I gave you some examples of what I was telling you,
still thinking's up to do.
GO NOW, draw the lines for yourself,
so if somebody says your damn attitude sucks,
only YOU gotta know,
is the crazy fuckin' fucker now RIGHT/WRONG
and then of course you must feel that it's time for some action.
Words - action
3. Blind Euphoria
Blind Euphoria
War machine is creeping away
Through the desert, sowing death and decay
Liberty and justice, we were told
We wonder now, whose soul was sold
Blind euphoria strikes America
Blind euphoria
The phantom of post war humiliation
Grabbed and drawn in a gulf of blood
The table has been turned out of fear
Evil rules supreme, yeah
Blind euphoria strikes America
Blind euphoria strikes America
Freedom of speech through the maze of inquisition
Starred 'n striped, (imposed) American pride
Liberty and justice, we were told
Sam's growing old
4. Rivalry to Whom
Rivalry To Whom
No fun to realize the crap you're in
Possessing you are the thoughts that could have been
Society felt drawing lines, life free from sin
Through this you can't see but once you will
You know how it goes, you know how it goes
This that, not this, not that, this that
Set up straight
On death rows
No fun to feel down 'bout all you do
Depressing you are the thoughts of nothing new
Responsible you may feel, yes but to whom
Through this you can't see but once you will
You know how it goes, you know how it goes
This that, not this, not that, this that
You're placed on, you are forced and fuckin' placed on
Placed on your private death row
In rivalry to society
In rivalry to this liberty
Yo, listen up, I'll whisper in your ear
I heard the things you told me
Now you feel fear coming near
Get up, stand proud
And lift this gloomy cloud
Of bitter grief and cool contempt
The turning tide's around
Rivalry to whom
No fun to be the black sheep of it all
Oppressing you are the thoughts of changing goal
But now you see through, you ignore the tempting call
Of the masses ¤ yes, say no
You know how it goes, you know how it goes
This that, not this, not that, this that
You're placed on, you are forced and fuckin' placed on
Placed on that fuckin' death row
And by whom but yourself
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