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BEYOND THE FLESH LYRICS
"What The Mind Perceives" (2003)
1. Rise Above The Weak
2. Fleshwound
3. The Scars That Remain
4. Is This Life?
5. The Sick
6. Wasteland
7. Darkest Days
8. Scattered Thoughts
9. Prophecies Of The Dead
10. What The Mind Perceives
1. Rise Above The Weak
enter the realm of my subconscious mind
and you will find a shadow
a shade of what was left behind
immunity to hate and lies
the overwhelming pain inside
broken down i arise
for all to see, souls of the weak
drowning in my dreams
the hate, hypocrisy
you can’t hurt me
you don’t even know my pain
you can’t possess me
i will rise above the weak
my body is numb, from this way that i live
inside a spiteful prison
there’s nothing left surrounding me
impurtiy will set me free
sadistically i now believe
i’m now god in my eyes
for all to see, souls of the weak
drowning in my dreams
the hate, hypocrisy
you can’t hurt me
you don’t even know my pain
you can’t possess me
i will rise above the weak
i’ve been to hell
and i can handle more
i will rise
i will arise, i will not fall
i will not break, i will not fold,
i will not beg, i will not plead,
i will not fall pray on my knees
you can’t hurt me
you don’t even know my pain
you can’t possess me
i will rise above the weak
2. Fleshwound
lashing out in anger
as i rip right through your flesh
you can not surrender
as your destined to suffer death
the hate that lies inside me
is a hate you can’t endure
your dying for me now
can you see the pleasure, within my eyes?
it’s just a flesh wound, don’t be consumed
by the pain that, you will feel as i
feed my anger, feed my hatred
feed my undying, passion for blood
i am not afraid
to sacrifice what's left of my sanity
never return to what we call reality
i am not afraid
to never look back to see what i've left behind
never give up the right to be free
mercy’s for the weak
the weak for the impure
you will not survive this
your demise a bloody red mess
random sacrificing
to ease my violent mind
i just need to feel it
morbid satisfaction one last time
i am not afraid
to sacrifice what's left of my sanity
never return to what we call reality
i am not afraid
to never look back to see what i've left behind
never give up the right to be free
why do i feel the need to kill again?
i should quit, and wash away all the sin
but insanity still controls me
i am not afraid
to sacrifice what's left of my sanity
never return to what we call reality
i am not afraid
to never look back to see what i've left behind
never give up the right to be free
i will kill again, all shall live in fear
this world has left, and nothing has become
clear
3. The Scars That Remain
a failed attempt, no hope for redemption
my head in hands, as i’m locked up inside this prison
the cold whispers, turned to tortured screams
and the voices, still have control of me
only i, can justify my violent actions
only i, can cope with the fatal intentions
i should hate them, the whole cruel outside world
never understanding, what’s been done to me
no remorse, for what i have done
a way out, a way out, from this life
a life of ridicule, and tolerance to the hate that fuels
the lies and greed that killed my pride and dreams
and no one can take what’s mine from me away
the scars that remain, will last forever
a thin line, that separates me from the world
the hard times, that led me to end this struggle
an overload, my patience has emptied
all the misery, snapped inside of me
a hollow, vision of the future
a collection of, all that has been said to me
a cry for help, my only way out
it’s my time, to face reality
no remorse, for what i have done
a way out, a way out, from this life
a life of ridicule, and tolerance to the hate that fuels
the lies and greed that killed my pride and dreams
and no one can take what’s mine from me away
the scars that remain, will last forever
why can’t i finish the deed?
for fear i’d fail again?
it’s my life, my decisions
i can’t believe
why just can’t someone listen?
to my thoughts of no reason
my fate will come into sight
and then everyone will see,
all, of, the, scars, that remain
4. Is This Life?
can’t you see what your doing to yourself
just isn’t right
don’t you realize that your soon going to be
my enemy, a tragedy
is this life or is this a nightmare
you think it will take away the pain?
or cure your pathetic disease?
alone in the dark
waiting for someone to pick you up, lift you up,
you are nothing to me now
i hope it feels this good when you die
is this what you wanted your life to be?
is this life, as you had foreseen?
a fix that’ll fix you up again
just to bring you back down
to your grave
death has kept you warm
giving you a feeling, a shot up feeling,
a psuedo-reality
i hope it feels this good when you die
is this what you wanted your life to be?
is this life, as you had foreseen?
trapped in a corner
your addiction has taken control of you
you’ve abused life, now life
will abuse you
you tell yourself just one last time
as you feel the needle, pierce your skin
you must keep yourself from what you want
can’t you feel the torment, torment within
there’s no way out, there’s nowhere to hide,
death has started, to eat at your life
is what you wanted your life to be?
is this life, as you had foreseen?
5. The Sick
as soon as death sets in
the body rots
waiting for the maggots
to eat the skin off
the decomposing remains
now reek of decay
covered in insects
the body awaits the
maggots
ripping at your cunt
bleeding
open wounds dripping pus
the sick have come
spreading disease
behold the rotting flesh
all gathered here to eat
innards exposed reeking
the white worms are feasting
covered in insects
the body awaits the
maggots
ripping at your cunt
bleeding
open wounds dripping pus
infestation
of the insects
decomposing
worms of disease
swarm of the maggots
ripping out your cunt
demons of dying pray
the wound exposed dripping pus
all that’s left of the body
is the stench and all the bones
maggots devour everything except the human soul
no skin is left
no rotting flesh
the soul is free
post-mortem murderers
6. Wasteland
distorted hollow visions of my inner mind evolve
emitting psycho energy
wounds of degradation and self-conflicting mental pain
given up on all freedom for dark vivid imagery
i’ve watched my utopia shatter
into bits of insanity
inside my dreams i feel safer
do not awaken me
my eyelids close
nightmare unfolds
welcome to my wasteland
it’s the hell, that’s inside my mind
i open up this to you
for you to see why i am dying
creations from inside my dreams invade my thoughts
the voices tell me what to do
servant to the dreamworld, i listen, i listen well
show them no sign of freedom, or soon they’ll be inside of you
creating visions of the macabre
the faint whisper taunting me
the storyline has now evolved
i’m suffering internally
my anger flows
nightmare unfolds
welcome to my wasteland
it’s the hell, that’s inside my mind
i open up this to you
for you to see why i am dying
broken, battered, and lying on the floor
i awake to find myself still alive
how i wish to be tortured again
take me back to the place where my sanity died
7. Darkest Days
darkest days
have been revisited
tortured being
a state of lunacy
i am nothing
without feeling
that feeling has slipped
slipped away
what makes me think that everything will be ok
my darkest day is here to make me realize there is something
i (one step from suicide), despise
what’s (one step i’ll cross the line), inside
i (i close my eyes), can’t go on (i slip away)
re-seeing things
triggers memories
what was locked away
is now visible
i pray for death
with death brings peace
a path i will follow
until the end
i do believe i’ve seen what you call hell,
i’ve tried to live, i’ve tried to die, i try to hold my head up
i (one step from suicide), despise
what’s (one step i’ll cross the line), inside
i (i close my eyes), can’t go on (i slip away)
my darkest day
my darkest day
burden too great for me now
sacrificing myself for pleasure
closure to this hell on earth
i am now free from all the pressure
guide this knife right through my wrist
so i can lay to rest
suicide will be my fatal demise
i (one step from suicide), despise
what’s (one step i’ll cross the line), inside
i (i close my eyes), can’t go on (i slip away)
my darkest day
8. Scattered Thoughts
9. Prophecies Of The Dead
the prophet
took one last look at the sky
and felt the pain of all the hell that will come
knife in hand and depression high
too much to comprehend
dreams of a psychic nature
visions given to him by the gods
death is his only savior
for what will come, in the night
forget your dreams, forget just everything,
plagued by the sickening curse that’s
covered in shadows, drowning in battles
of hell that can’t be won, this hell on earth
will soon come, to a violent end,
so it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye
he held his knife up to his wrist
bowed his head, took a breath and cried
the warm blood ran right through his fist
too late to save himself
his blood the ink to spread the word
the message written to describe what he saw
now all his cries will be heard
of what will come in the night
forget your dreams, forget just everything,
plagued by the sickening curse that’s
covered in shadows, drowning in battles
of hell that can’t be won, this hell on earth
will soon come, to a violent end,
so it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye
the body speaks to us,
message written in blood
the prophecies of the dead warn us
that nothing is as it seems
take a look at your life, is it all a dream?
don’t question the answers, all will die
take a look to the sky, don’t be afraid you're
not the only one, all will die tonight
forget your dreams, forget just everything,
plagued by the sickening curse that’s
covered in shadows, drowning in battles
of hell that can’t be won, this hell on earth
will soon come, to a violent end,
so it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye
the body speaks to us,
message written in blood
the prophecies of the dead warn us
that nothing is as it seems
the earth will rot, the sky will bleed
the trees will burn, the wind will cease
the sun will die, its core diseased
the moon will fall, do you believe?
the raining fire, is bloody red
no hope for life, the world dead
no one shall live, to see the end
just like the prophet said
the hand of death will grab you,
and drag you into hell
the pits of fire open
and burn you all alive
master of pain is waiting
to witness all the bleeding
to sacrifice the innocent
and to destroy and spill the blood
the body speaks to us,
message written in blood
the prophecies of the dead warn us
that nothing is as it seems
10. What The Mind Perceives
the cold chill of guilt runs through me again
bowing to you, saying my prayers
all for you to not be there
torn into what’s been force fed to me
and what my mind perceives
waiting for me to accept your word
into my life and repent
where were you, god?
no longer, a threat of mine
it's all what the mind perceives
these scars of failure were once a desperate cry
proving to me, that there is no hope beyond the sky
every time i need your guide
your back is always turned to me
i choose to believe in fact
not fiction forced upon me
where were you, god?
no longer, a threat of mine
it's all what the mind perceives
your helping hand was called again
and once again i’m left alone
the hate that fills my head with doubt
is the hate that fuels my disbelief
in spite of my dreams, i can't believe
in spite of my dreams, you were not there
in spite of my dreams, i can't believe
in spite of my dreams, you are not real,
my god is dead, beliefs have been
ripped from my chest
hate me, hate you,
my mind is set, you are not real
i must forget, i have been deceived,
lie to me, make me believe, i can not see,
past these false hopes and all these fallacies
no longer, a threat of mine
it's all what the mind perceives
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