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[words_niowt]

NIOWT / NIOWT>
Chrom Records, 1997

HORIZON

I also have immortal longings in me.
Frames into which a picture would never fit.
I also feel I should be somewhere else,
I'm not cut out for this world - I see my image blur.

Where ocean meets the sky all features disappear,
All questions melt and Time is quite irrelevant.
Well, I wish it were somewhere there we would meet,
Quite alone, disfigured, pale, kidding oblivion.

I'm drowning into the pain in my head
Waiting for the sleep...
I wish the dreams would crawl into my head
And show me the visions of life, the life I will never live.

NO SENSE
Nights full of howling in my head,
I'm trying to adjust the position in my bed,
Raging, turning, waiting for the sleep,
It wouldn't come, I'm losing it.
Through the darkness to the other side,
I developed wings, I'm flying high,
Floating through a bright contageous ooze,
There's noone below me - it's such a pleasant cruise.

I'm getting somewhere, getting nowhere,
Riding wrong trains, breaking wrong chains,
Preety honest, pretty phoney,
Saying wrong prayers, cheering wrong players.

Nights full of howling in my head,
Promises broken but I'm not all that sad.
Voices evicted before even produced,
Stuck in someone else's throat - it's really cruel.
Bullshit idols shrunk six inches tall -
Decapitated symbols of the Empire's fall.
Crippled tycoons shaped by the silver screen -
I'm really excited cause I know the scheme!

THEY
They' re prowling the streets, the bars, my living room,
Concealed in gild, red plush and fur.
They're infecting our minds but treat the Weltschmertz successfully
With instant lobotomies and catchy tunes.
They say they're they but technically us,
Just made somehow more functional and kinder to sight.
They'd do it all for us if we just sit and enjoy
For they're trained professionals, they positively know.

They're they with theirs in their distant there
Minding our business. Do we care?
They're they, they're here, they're hiding within me.
They have style, they understand, they're so fucking cool...

They're all over me now - I'm nailed to my bed.
Reduced to a breathing bowels, digesting what they feed me with.
Lying placidly, appeased, enchanted by the gaudy light.
I stare forever at their faces, numb's the substance, numb's the mind.

PUZZLED
Screaming out my brain insane, I put my hands close to the heart
And madly pray that the Unseen would come again back down.
Creeping go the nights...Hours running backwards.
Electric flashes, laser eyes, knights on horses passing.

Frequent shocks from the silver screen - one impulse lingers longer-
This blue-red-green-white mighty hole lacerates the black surface.
I'm bleeding, seething in writhing pain.
Jesus, it's hot - please, let me stay!
To pay for sins I never did and for the thoughts I wouldn't think.

Treacherous mind but should cry? I ain't got the strength to get inside.
I closed the shell ( what the Hell...).
He said:" To sleep, to dream, to die."

MOUNTAINS
It's not far, he said.
Keep climbing, he said.
The first steps are the hardest, I'm right behind you,
I'll hold your hand , he said.
It' s easy, isn' t it, he said.
Once you get going, he said.
You can go all the way,
In fact, it's necessary and the most fun, he said.

And as I mounted I was filled with lightness
(the lack of oxygen, I suppose),
I revelled in the softness of his guidance
(his hands were hot and sweaty I now recall).

It's easy, isn't it, he said.
Once you get going, he said.
You can go all the way,
In fact, it is necessary and the most fun, he said.

And as the wind ruffled my hear and face
(I couldn't move for sunburn later).
I was determined to reach the top
(although I was scared, although I was scared).

Wasn't that wonderful, he said.
The view is amazing, he said.
We' ve gone all the way, all the way,
Climbed to the top.

ODE
Paralyzed by life, his glands got black and mean -
So he changed his name and he changed his face
And dived into the Supreme.
He walked past atrophied victims with a never-fading grin...
It was all just a clotted climax of his celluloid dream.

Under the guise he thrived upon the seething hearts decaying alone
Groveling on the bended knees.
He watched and smiled, cloyed with their pleas
Still standing on the other bank.
We slobbered with putrid lust.
It was the blood that cut our way -
We drank, but never crossed.

CITY
The city woken by the stench
of last night's booze and angry rapes
And by the noise of red-eyed mass
stampeding streets to catch the bus,
Flooding its bowels, making it sick
with beer-stained breath and greasy cheeks,
The city sighs and greets the sky
concealed in God-forsaken streets.

The city woken by the smell of ever lasting morning mist
Has shed a tear over their fear of being late for the freaky feast
And over all unwanted kids evaporating on the sheets,
The city cries and in its eyes a tiny speck of hatred lies...

In the city - we're reeking up the city.
In the city - we're withering in the city
In the city - we're faceless in the city.
In the city - let's pretend we're walking home.

As he looks upon the Cain cursed kindred,
Their ragged homes and snotty children,
Their small-talk minds brainwashed in shit,
Garnished with clichés, aping wit,

Their macho garbage and feminist crap,
Bulimic toddlers giving head
To live-in priests, introvert youths,
Unfaithful husbands, instant saints,

As he looks upon the respectful ladies
Nights long fighting burning frenzies
And their art-devoted daughters
Talking nonsense in the corners,

Catching eyes of "future legends"
Well aware of their presence,
The city cries and in its eyes
Hatred grows up to the sky.

ICON
Eternally frozen face watches me growing old,
Peering through the dust of years - the gaze is fixed and so cold.
I'm trembling in obnoxious cold that is coming from the inside.
I wish I could dig out these eyes and place them on my wounds...

To kill the pain and clear my sight.
To feel you completely just this once.
Give me a hallowed blade of steel - I want to see you bleed...
Touch your swollen flesh and kiss it till it fades away.

My icon burns, sets the eyes aflame. We - together in the icon's flame.
Your face ablaze, your face on fire, you're seething inside me, burning, fading,
Screaming and spurting - you, bizarre pyre, running wild!

LINE
Desperately trying to bring it back again.
Desperately craving for the very well known curves.
A line, demanding, frightful in its stability...
A gap, a cut, a goddamn fucking line!
I'm over, I'm out, the line has done the job now.
I'm tired, I'm dead, I'm ready to be used.
The demons, scary, evaporating softly,
The night, the chill, get ready, here I go

Give me back the colours you have stolen!
Give me back the stench originally me!
Give me pack the pain of my early mornings!
Curve the line, I don't need to be free!

The stench, the sound reminding me of some place
I've been to before, exploited to my most.
This sound, the banging, faces perspiring,
The line is turning vertical, it's coming for me.

PHANTOM
Listening to the heartbeat of a building
Of words that cut me up beautifully,
I lock myself back in place of your
Soft-spoken, money-making glow.

This disease is beyond my practice -
I WILL live to re-live forever...
My head slams into the concrete.
"The younger rises when the old doth fall ---" .

In the great hand of God I stood
As a group of one.
Sent to that invisible cave
To learn about mercy and peace.

The Phantom was known to move like a Jesus
Whom no light comforts
But who in his death is perfect.

Don't touch the stars in these intolerable 90's...
You were like Jesus, disguising what I was.
But they keep cropping up in restless ecstasy -
And - godddamn, you're looking old

TV'S OUT
In the face of Gods I'm laughing
Killing hours on my knees,
Worshipping the carnal icons
Glued with stares to their priests!
I'm tired of watching sweaty corpses
Lying lifeless in my bed!
Press DELETE to dreary visions,
Put some logic into my head!

The TV's out, another life gone,
The sermon's over, priests all dead,
Another night, another nightline
Drawn into someone else's head.

I'm sweating for someone I'll never know,
I'm constantly starring in someone else's show.
I'm saying the words I don't really get and
Talking to folks that I have never met.

Believing in things that don't exist,
Searching for substantial in the mist,
Making love to those who make me sick,
Am I living a life or am I living a trick?

One caress of my favourite painkiller, one more gulp of this stale champagne...
I'm drinking to my plastic Healer, right now exercising in my best friend's bed!

I'm drinking to the sordid ejaculations
Of Love'n'Hate'n'Stupidity,
I'm drinking to the two sec experience
That makes the World turn
And that made me!

PASTICHE
Watch me act in his very way,
Swinging in this off-beat rhythm,
Admitting myself I look just like
I had nothing much to say.
Shimmying away my conscience,
Faking what's been faked before.
I'm fighting prophetic convulsions
Of the prophecies made up one second ago.

That little pastiche from 1983 couldn't get much scarier today.
Won't someone get it out of my head or I will live to re-live forever.

A surge of hands below me...
Like waves of ignorance and praise.
Lightnings zeroed on me -
I'm very close to being what they see.
I'm sweating - and the sweat looks real.
I'm shrieking - and it's how I feel.
I'm frightening - I make everyone squeal.
I'm a brain transvestite, I'm supposed to steal.