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SCORNGRAIN LYRICS
"0,05%" (2006)
1. The Code
2. Toadstool Journey
3. Mural
4. Off with Their Heads
5. Übermensch
6. Draw the Line
7. Shot Down
8. Mama Stabber
9. Teaspoonful
1. The Code
Once an ordinary day turned into a mandatory slaughter.
Blood was spilled on a fertile soil ow it's a wasteland.
No one knew me before this, but now I am the center of attention.
Approach me... Worship me.
Break the code into his head.
Solve the cipher.
Find the answers from the words he said.
Puzzle in million pieces, reveal the truth.
Connect the dots to see the portrait of a madman.
I never believed my name could be in the books of history
among the other great men with a vision.
Statues just started to raise around me
and people were on their knees without being of my decision.
No disposable shock value or fifteen minutes of fame.
Once slave today king, but tomorrow I am nothing.
My days of cheer and glory are over
and five star treatment ere I come.
A large-scale operation. I'll keep the audience
blindfolded before the opening. They are hypnotized by the glaze.
Loosing track of prime-time show, hardcore media porn.
Lunatic stole the headlines, highly addictive I must say.
2. Toadstool Journey
Invite me to your world of opposites.
In harmonic anarchy of the physics.
At the stage of no worries.
Nothing matters that much you see.
A room for a thouhgt yet no hallways to get through
and even if too afraid to take a step back or forth.
No use for doors or locks as you end up from were you left.
There is no time.
An hour can be a week depending on what you seek.
an inch by inch into the gloom of deep.
Do not point a view since there might be no coming back.
Do not loose the grip or you'll return in black leather sack.
Keep your head and stick with it... Do not lose the grip.
Master of deception, a prankster of will...
Master of deception, let him to lead, let him to fill...
Master of deception, a maiden riding on hairy pig.
Master of deception, it just seems so, you're not that sick.
In case of "true" or "false", perspective ain't your friend no more as
the trusted one has deceived, all changed from what was before.
Riddles teasing the brain itching from within.
One more clever than the other...cracks up, making insane.
3. Mural
Pressure got too intense inside
your picture-perfect shell.
Didn't believe no more
it's like that with others too.
Tore this facade apart
and ripped the curtains down.
Forced to please them both,
world you grew into.
Mural...
of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted with blood
Domestic violence and homocide.
With no doubt, with no remorse.
An eye for an eye justifies the cause.
Cry of the victim painted
to the walls with one shade.
Keep the colors running wild
with dull razorblade.
Mural...
of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted with blood
You dressed their contorted faces
into smile with braces and length of wire.
Cut the lids of dried out eyes
to gaze your masterpiece with wonder.
Instead of opening the floodgates
you took the future in your own hands.
Disregarded, manipulated
and touched by your very own blood.
Made daddy wear church suit
and sit next to mom on her Sunday dress.
Convincing yourself
there was a time they were proud of you.
Mural...
of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted with blood
Mural...
4. Off with Their Heads
5. Übermensch
Just head and torso, limbs torn apart.
Replaced tooled fully improved
to make them run clean 'n smooth.
No change no tomorrow,
past cure just tubes to swallow.
On a drip tied down to rest.
Belt up across his chest.
A tool of death and destruction,
a master of all war.
Mindless killer, heartless blood spiller
with no change of error nor fear of fall.
Equal, Sees no difference in faces
as marching through the mass graves of all human races.
Bone crusher, life flusher.
The prince of pain mind of an insane.
Übermensch - a god walking among men.
Übermensch - a god walking among men.
A being made to kill. Left without choise of will.
Forged in fire chased to a mould. Body of iron shining 'n cold.
Armed to the teeth, tracks instead of feet to keep it in speed.
A motor in its head staring eyes of dead.
6. Draw the Line
7. Shot Down
8. Mama Stabber
9. Teaspoonful
Total brain malfunction. It's all about the instincts now.
Adrenaline rush clears the way from reason you thought you had.
Chemical genocide of nerves and brain cells.
Bombs falling on head,it shakes like the sound of massive bells.
Everlasting fight against the nature of the beast.
You woke up pulling yourself like a dog on a leash.
Shady plastic dreams from the homemade bunch-bowl.
A pill or two on morning keeps you from feeling so low.
Front row seats to the inhead race.
It's all exploding into your own face.
A teaspoonful away from the perfect match,
just you and one that's gonna open the hatch.
Melting cortex, few loose teeth.
Still manage to stand on your feet.
Liver failing out of the C, a pump away from HIV.
Withdrawn from the reach of cure, went too far away.
It's death knocking on door, waiting for your decay.
Front row seats to the inhead race.
It's all exploding into your own face.
A teaspoonful away from the perfect match,
just you and one that's gonna open the hatch.
For withdrawal some morphine and valium.
You're on the road to the grave or sanitarium.
Intersection, pass red light. Future never looked that bright.
No need for detox, it's all under control.
Earth calling the prodical son.
You are back to square one.
Everlasting fight against the nature of the beast.
You woke up pulling yourself like a dog on a leash.
Shady plastic dreams from the homemade bunch-bowl.
A pill or two on morning keeps you from feeling so low.
Front row seats to the inhead race.
It's all exploding into your own face.
A teaspoonful away from the perfect match,
just you and one that's gonna open the hatch.
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