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Shambles of Mind / V.N.A.

"Shambles of Mind / V.N.A." (2000)

1. Intro
2. The Way to Draw Attention
3. Voices from the Paradise
4. Crippled Souls
5. Promise of Pain
6. Battle II
7. The Center of Epidemic
8. Shambles of Mind
9. Intro
10. Barbed Wire Dance
11. The Cry of Prophets of Future
12. Dreams of Mother's Love

1. Intro

2. The Way to Draw Attention

They are dying for your pleasure
the lighting in the fog, youíre getting a human being
the stampings in the far, nirvana of the pleasure
the crowd behind the hero starting to count
shiny blurs on the walls.
You are a saviour of humanity
the machine getting blood of the innocent
thereís to clap on the shoulders
left you managed to kill,
weíre members of your club
youíre the king, you can come between us
respected humanists.

The lord of the cult without scruple
is getting mad and doing fun for everybody arround
the hunger after your bullet thatís what we want
the aversion.

They are crying, they are on their knees
they are vibrating of the templation
the todayís age is getting oportunities
to become famous televisionís entertainer
to be darling of the black notes

To get the smoke from the hot barret
the madness you have made note for everlasting
the weak horse died without fame
by stronger pursued your success to the skyes
they are waiting for another reason for scandal.

Orgasm over rotten corpse
record that! itís will be a show
we hack monument - not for victim
they are pay us for see die
aim is calm you before sleeping.

3. Voices from the Paradise

I am your lord
I am what you want
I am unpicking you in the pieces
to make you langhting
Come and live with me
as I want you to live
Pray to us
to make yourself standing up.
The trips to the paradise
I let you touch
there, at the end of border of the dreams
I am your victory
Stop to look for the end
I am the merciful
a picture of your addiction to drugs
a victim of my friendship.

The last fly
I know you want it so much
Come with me in the bright of the stars
Where the servants are welcoming you
Iím your God
I get your conscience
So do not be afraid of shadows
They have all pleasures.

You do not know how go on in madness
So ask me
I help you and get right
your crying face
Come to bottom of a pit of a loneliness
where we find life
stroke his stalks
Iím writing a script for your dreaming book.

Get away your will to stop
that unnecessary thing
the extase of unknowing
what can amaze their world
Scream to your morning
modest pleasure
Iím able to accoplish everything
what you want
watering a flower is enough.

4. Crippled Souls

The modern resignation of consciousness
The funny symposium of unthinkables
The dire for enslaving of mind
The aim today Ė hideous personality.

The fanatic of childrenís trust
get away the rest of present intellect.

The crowded madness without limits
The murder in name of unknown
getting soul away for mercy of alternative doctor
The given life over in name of the duller.
The reference to crowded subject
thousands of humiliating controling sheeps
The exhumation of primeval orders
The hatred hided with love.

The sensitive rubbishes of superior lords
who gets the germ of madness of the time.

The denying of real things
The denying from real life.

5. Promise of Pain

The shadows of terror are dancig
in darkness of the white walls
To forget in the way
between life and death
I can hear ravens far away
They scream with helpless
to help me to leave.
Convited person in hope
that she will come soon
teribble pains
and their getting over
The hope in a victory
leave the world behind
what hurts and stays.

Without moving
get close down in superfluos box
vained requests
to persons in white dresses
The screams to vacuu
The silenz lips are desire
to get apparatus off.

The figures, who are close to mine
are behive me
To stop my suffering
are my last words
Give them the possibility
get pale faces away
leave in their oblivion.

6. Battle II

7. The Center of Epidemic

Get damaged flower off
Bacteriums ignoring pills
Scream in the street tainted infection
Bodie leaved to fate of rotting
Panic fear to touch death people.
The polemics of world intelligence
about tops of food chain
Donít be threaten of primal generation
be caten with microscoping virus.

The desire to escape behid border of death
is global extension of infection
Resdution of bowels of cripples
is mirror of the future of blue planet.

Preventing of extension of infection
is massive attack these infections by virus
Wipping off habits certifed metods
Smell of firing crowded graves.

The reward for ignoration of immunity of laws
Ridicule to calculations about world ending
Biological murder of yourself of the main creature
Get damaged in name of vaniters in black blood.

8. Shambles of Mind

9. Intro

10. Barbed Wire Dance

Over a gate, over a pain
a sign shone to a chilly night
a slogan burnt into your soul
work makes clean hand in hand with death
stretched wires and barbs of pouring blood
telling stories of eternal diening

Rails bearded with grass
silently getting rusty - they know the road to hell

In stones slackened by dirt and excrements
you lose your weight in war with character
death factory producing screaming burnts
under chimneys with crossed hooks
erasing names of your hidden family
never will be put on mourning board

Losers who went thru gates
sit in front row watching a movie of their death
they've beaten your pride into shivering parts
watch towers laughing of barking dogs
slaughters of pigs killed in a wrong way today
watching movement behind gate with one way sign post
you live here and the pure rade lives here
they are proud of not belonging to you

Pump that survived the genocide
forever pumps the blood blood of proud nations

Counting pieces without being able to move
where are the cars going why are the engines rewing
mothers and childrens on their way better future
strange reason for fast displacement
will learn those undressed before having a shower
where sweet gas cleaned their souls

Watch dogs who tore your flesh
tear you chai¨ns, when they howl in your dreams

Your remember being fulled towards trains
having signs of shame you chest
welcomed cattle marked to death
suitcases burnt sooner than you
families were laughing waving hand
on a trip to gas chambers

11. The Cry of Prophets of Future

I am staying on the highest mountain for milion yers
I am watching time for you bad generation
The clock is stopping just now
and the moutain starts to throw up lava
from magnetic cracks
made by nuclear explosion
I see your machine of unlosing wars
cleaning perfect needless life around
he losed under the power of planet holders
i see rats, they were staying on the road
they wanted go through nuclear wave
the god, who created the machine of time
i see dark on your sky
you beat the sun, warriors with time
why do you need light when you govern plastic
the kings of time wake up eith darkness
in the morning
...was smiling to them and he sold the levers
to the devils hands
i see morality preachers who hid horns
and they're checking wedges, wedges to the rubber heads
they are starting machines of endless evil
the evil doesn't have to stop.

12. Dreams of Mother's Love

The world has ruled scarred pain
since the first seconds
to figures with masks on their faces - zombie
light burning behind - blood
sign of dislike you go out
you wanted back to your mother's body
to breathe pure nicotin
to stick string where vodka poured
distilled liquor direction on the road
throught the dominant of fucking life

Helpless call to confidental line
will to help the tortured - laughtre as a reward

You cried beaten to blood
felt cuilty for being
absolutely unable nothing - kicked
something they didn't want, they have to live with
locked in the darkness of the night
waiting for return of smelly people
begging for smaller bruises
sunk in foggy hangover
ypu licked your wounds and hoped the die

Refusing cure, captured
boxing sack able to scream

Jail that turned your life upside down, must live with it
dirty pigs living in scandal
you became a thing thrown away forever
they don't feel guitly feel nothing - lousy bastards
they are not responsible - dear god
your scars when you kissed the radiant
never burnt their faces
your nails washed by points of needles
tyrannical upbringing
of those bringing up their love to your face
indolence of listeners not hearing anything
blindness of reddish decaying wounds.


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