Tracks

01. The New Build
02. Through Smudged Lenses
03. Out Of Nothing
04. The Endless Feed
05. Lost To Apathy
06. Mind Matters
07. One Thought
08. Dry Run
09. Am I 1?
10. Senses Tied
11. My Negation
12. Derivation TSB



01. The New Build

Music by Henriksson, Nicklasson, Jivarp
Lyrics by Stanne
A human force
Stronger than logic
Beyond the focus
And the grander ideas

One microcosmos
In this wretched piece of hell
Distant memories
Of what empathy we felt

No revolution, no revolution
In what they must overthrow
In on a secret we all know
The need that is our enemy

I don't ever want to see you
Doing all the same things as me
Don't ever let this be you
Knowing what it is that drives me

It's all in the future
What said with one foot in the grave
It's all in the plan
Of what we never could achieve

No satisfaction, no satisfaction
We excuse ourselves from progress
By post-altering our motives
Our stories set to match

Whatever beat that drives the impulse
Whatever tune that carries through
What's in a soul that rattles empty
In this one reality too few

Our reach is never wider
Than the depth of what we grasp

A vicious curse
On all that we partake inside
The conflict
Where no one is the wiser
None the wiser

A space invaded
A face evaded
My space invaded
My space invaded

Selfish
Doesn't begin to cover
The sense in this utopia of one
To escape the argument
To put another filter on

I don't ever want to see you
Doing all the same things as me
Don't ever let this be you
Knowing what it is that drives me


02. Through Smudged Lenses

Music by Henriksson, Sundin
Lyrics by Stanne
Let no one be themselves
Turn of the century lies
Not within the others
Turn on the watchful eye
The blindness ends tonight

Shelter for the shattered
In unison we strive
Dare to disassociate
And cut the binds that tie
Abstractualize further
To the ends of fact and foe
Will it out of meaning
As silence speaks the truth

I want to hear you scream
I want to see you

Stand atop the Pantheon
Of fiction and your failure
Grasping for a hiding place
Among indifferent stones

A brief reflection
It sets the soul apart
No selection
It tears our world apart

These walls are protecting us
Burn them to the ground
This haven of refuge
Burn it to the ground

So smudge the lense a little
Muffle the voice
Phase out of sound a while
And let it go

Citizens of choice
In a twilight world of your design
Left to our devices
We stumble on

I want to hear you scream
I want to hear you scream

Burn it to the ground
No firewall will save you
Burn it to the ground

Take me to the keep
And bare the darkest void
Thousandfold the agony
Of silenced screams alone
Tune right out of static
Exorcise the dark
How else can we move on

I want to hear you scream
I want to see you die


03. Out Of Nothing

Music by Henriksson, Jivarp, Nicklasson
Lyrics by Stanne
Make enemies of truth and reason
In that a rage is born
Start out a promise and a venture
Where direction was never the goal

How does it feel
To run out of nothing?
Where do you go
When you run out?

Never you mind
The grand perspective
Other forces kept at bay
As you narrow the field of vision
To retain a sense of control
Your focus will remain unfixed
In the haze of a world unhinged

Create a sense of purpose
Around which you base your faith
The doubt that haunts your skin
An itch that will linger on
Forever

How does it feel
To run out of nothing?
Where do you go
When you run out?

You wave off
Critique as an offender
Never question
Where your motives lie
As a part of the greatest fable
The beast all had forgotten
Instincts in a dead end rampage
Destruction as a saving grace

You run out of nothing

How does it feel
To run out of nothing?
Where do you go
When you run out?

How does it feel
To run out of nothing?
Where do you go
Where do you go?


04. The Endless Feed

Music by Brändström, Jivarp
Lyrics by Stanne
You try to hide
The fact hidden from yourself
Your own favourite entertainer
Is none other than
The one we call you
And you need the others
To fortify your disgust
For the worst of us
To the rest of us

Entertain the thought that
We are still alive
Entertain the notion
Of impending doom
Entertain our worst suspicions
And our fears
Just pull us in
And take us down

I hear a mighty cheer
Your faith could not be any stronger
In your head the stage is set
A product of what we're being fed
Oblivious by design
Not susceptible to any mind

Entertain the thought that
We are still alive
Entertain the notion
Of impending doom
Entertain our worst suspicions
And our fears
Just pull us in
And take us down

I can take
What's being given
I can down
Whatever comes
I will do
What you deem necessary

My fear compels me
My fear compels me

No more fictitious needs
I will not be made a mockery
No more chaos seed
I am not what you're supposed to see
Without a sense of danger
Everything is lost
In the name of entertainment
We are doomed

Entertain the thought that
We are still alive
Entertain the notion
Of impending doom
Entertain our worst suspicions
And our fears
Just pull us in
And take us down


05. Lost To Apathy

Music by Henriksson
Lyrics by Stanne
The unsaid tone of weak despair
Fail to resonate
Frayed ends of our binding threads
Will disintegrate

By the laws our physique state
Failure to communicate

None too sentient
Hear no, see no
Works its magic
Against all function

Ongoing choices the trials will end
Filter the nonsense and laugh at what's left
Indecision/nonvision what matters taken away

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy

So overcome with pointless tears
To test pain receptors
Nothing matters ever here
Put up a nonreaction

These eyes will never see
Covered up from reality

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy

The unknown world that you deny
No priority
Cannot fail if you never start
How predictable

I want to know where did it end
For madness to start
Always the sceptic never be part
Introvertive/nondescriptive
It matters not, not

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy

The shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Now the battle is over
Lost to apathy


06. Mind Matters

Music by Henriksson, Sundin, Jivarp
Lyrics by Stanne
You are all that matters
In my private demonology
Those who fail us now
The sons of wishes
The bastard child of dream
Enemies of hope
Let it be gone
It's all pretend
Mind matters matters not

Never again
In perfect clarity
See the day in childlike vision

Where does it lead from here
On without that guidance
Disaster
Role model without a part
Our search is wider

Cast off those wide-eyed hopes and dreams
Mind matters matters not

No need to see you there
The path we made is clear
Just stay ahead of me
This is not for me to see

Mind matters matters not

This time a prayer onto nothing
Project again
Direct oppose to action
All across the board
Shortcoming close to call
Let it be gone
It's all pretend

Mind matters matters not


07. One Thought

Music by Henriksson, Jivarp
Lyrics by Stanne
Insufficient facts
Make up for a frail foundation
Breeding the obscene
For the opinion
Customized

Insight null and substance
Void upon these wheels
Our world will roll
Let it be decided
Let it be decided

Who will take the blame?
Another soul to drain
What is it that we see?
What is it that we see?

One thought bringing it down
Original sinners
One thought bringing it down
Switch it off

Has it come to this?
Enjoying things by proxy
Live through others
Die just like the rest

We all end up screaming
A little louder
To cover up
Another piece of silence

Just scream a little louder
Punch another hole through media
Turn it off

One thought bringing it down
Original sinners
One thought bringing it down
Switch it off

Brace for impact
To once a greater vision
Our lives now stand to fall

(This) tyranny of fear
A stranglehold on us
Stronger day by day
It's time to turn it off

One thought bringing it down
Original sinners
One thought bringing it down
Switch it off
Switch it off


08. Dry Run

Music by Nicklasson, Jivarp, Sundin
Lyrics by Stanne
It comes from all we're giving
In seemingly endless supply
As signals cross defiantly
Into this volatile mix we charge

And the stubborn mind repeats
The errors to challenge our grounds
Either soar above
Or the detour takes you

Right back down now
To where no one wants to see
Misgivings in this starry nightlight
Fill in the blanks

That one will fall
To the haunts and horrors
To the haunts and horrors

There is nothing left
A mere shadow
When adrenaline runs dry
There is nothing there
An empty prop
When adrenaline runs dry

It gets you deep
Down low now
As they told you of the blazing heights
The stage from which the world is viewed
Is the mirror to shatter the image

The crypt he kept for hiding
Retreat from another attack
Painlessly forgiving
A refuge in deceptive black

It works within the system
And they won't understand
A lesser known deceiver
Will fool you even more

Now, now, now
Now taunt the wasted
It's all about nothing
What to squeeze within
The span of attention
Brought to ground
Let the chaos pass

That one will fail
By the screams and terrors
By the screams and terrors

There is nothing left
A mere shadow
When adrenaline runs dry
There is nothing there
An empty prop
When adrenaline runs dry


09. Am I 1?

Music by Jivarp, Brändström, Sundin, Henriksson
Lyrics by Stanne
I grant to you
No privilege of person
No sense of self
A denial of choice
It wants out

So from all the little bits and pieces
A simple case of lost and found
A wicked new beginning
I don't ever want to see

It's the oldest trick in the book
Just like everything you always knew
Turned upon its very end
There's nothing left to be

Half a mind to say
All the things that bother me today
You better check if it's me
In that "coffin" of yours
Or just the one
The one you thought you knew

I am one
Who am I?
No character
To be lost inside

A mind is hard to please
So wander aimlessly

Hands clenched in fists of rage
Concealed in frustration
There's a part of me that cannot deal
With the character I am forced to be

A thinly veiled plan
To lay your world afoot
Lost in community
Blind in belonging

Is there really nothing more than this?
The emptiness remains
So put on your brave face
And take the plunge again

I am one
Who am I?
No character
To be lost inside


10. Senses Tied

Music by Henriksson
Lyrics by Stanne
Riddled by the trappings
Of words that make the edges blur
Here on the outskirts
Of sincerity and pride
Stretched as far as words can reach
By the lure of higher meaning
There's something out there
Lost behind the power lines

It's all the same to me
It's all the same to me

Lost all faith in promises
And deadlines closing in
Tired of deciphering the wayward
Strands of truth

I don't care
'Cause I can't feel
I don't know
Anymore

Sure we've had a good run
With vowels, nouns and letters
But within its very nature
The ability to distort
There's nothing in the words I hear
That makes me want to take a stand
It has gone on for far too long
I chose to disengage

It's all the same to me
It's all the same to me

The ends of our conditioning
To swallow, take and like it
Rather keep me in the dark
Than look me in the eye and lie

I don't care
'Cause I can't feel
I don't know
Anymore

It's all these same things pulling us down
To senses gone I cheer
It's all these same things making us blind
There's nothing here for me

Hear it coming
Heading for you now

I can't even stand the tone of arrogance
And denial on display
Here you are listless
Left for deaf
Thinking about what standards we set
In times of weary tongues
And ears that hear no end to it
Unwilling or unable
The difference left for times
Judgement

It's all the same to me
It's all the same to me

It passes on from wicked mouths
As victim takes on another role
New bold oppressor
Our teacher's product
Now stands tall

I don't care
'Cause I can't feel
I don't know
Anymore

It's all these same things pulling us down
To senses gone I cheer
It's all these same things making us blind
There's nothing here for me

Hear it coming
Heading for you now


11. My Negation

Music by Henriksson, Nicklasson, Jivarp
Lyrics by Stanne
It's all this reeking ego craves
The sun to never set
Why do threads of anger never linger?
Why does the ember turn to stone?
To where the longing goes
In with the sins of old
A face of nothing to never see
As blind as free

Everything I want
Is in the end of this
Everything I need
Will be the end of me

My negation
Will you know my name?
And sense the danger coming
My negation
Can you see my face?
What's to become of me?

The art of reduction
Stripped down through
What seems defendable
Scaled to bare revisions
To stop making sense
Levelling pillars of towering fear
Rational instincts and insight to spare
End of falseness, end of grace

Everything I fear
Is in this failing
Nothing of what I am
Is in this end

My negation
Will you know my name?
And sense the danger coming
My negation
Can you see my face?
What's to become of me?
Will you know my name?


12. Derivation TSB

To each a blind eye
To all the filter of self-control
To none a sense
That we are lost inside
Victims, not witnesses
An accomplice, not a bystander
In a time when worlds collide

For us a safe denial
Not to push beyond our goals
For us a shattered image
What our sanity allows
You're an island of tranquillity in a sea of chaos