Inner pain, smell of hate
Cleaned mirrors, dust and faith...
Blind illusions, loosed dreams
Foolish idols, foolish fears

Spiritless life displeasure, incoherent
Unrealized dreams, some kind of meaning
Spiritless people and shapeless feelings
Does anyone cares about the graveyard flowers?

What is this life?
What for I'd dream about?
There's no exit...
I need no anyone...

Smell the graveyard flowers...
The death is near over you...
Smell of graveyard flowers
How many questions?

All is fuck all is lie
Only suffer, hypnotize me
Graves surround needless cry
Foolish death, foolish life!

Deserted empty town
And merciless invasion
Speechless, hopeless cry...
Indifference and pain...
You breathe - you die

Unusual impotence...
I saw the ghastly people...
I heard the wall of mothers
I felt the acid rain

We want air
We want life
But, who cursed this place?

They're gloat of our pain
And world is apathetic
Infection is insane
It's all the same to me...

Brainless rave about...
Brainless lamentation...
Brainless dreams and lies...
I see, that there's no way...

Insatiable death...
Infeasible salvation...
Promises and prayers...
I saw six-fingers kid!

(No lyrics, just syllabic improvisation)

I'll be tearing slowly
My memories flesh
There'll be some kind of feelings
Who'll be leaking

There were so many lies
And innocent looks,
Like separated pieces of ice...
My eyes, just two uninvited rovers...

Forbidden zone...
Holding slowly the green flesh of a leaf
Necessary procedure...
A lots of things from nowhere...

Just mental masturbation...
Hairs of pain were intricate at my face
There were so many nights
Like blue lips of undiscovered drown

And what's left?
Only gnawed bones of hope...

Why I dream at least
Detesting people think
Detesting, losing game
Why all fades?

I'm foreign now...
I am foreign in their eyes...
Indicate on our own us
Fuck that shit!

Nobody search...
Nobody knows, what I'm real
Everyone pulls...
Pullin' my dreams out of this dirty life...
Playing with this?!

Feeling, tasting, breathing only fust!
Dust of theirs limited, cave-man words
All of this kills the good man inside of me
Feel I'm living on a surgeon's desk

Cut out my hopes, in your fuck instantly whims
And rot my mind in general regress
They can't destroy my misunderstood hate
Live and die in your foolish pose!

I hate them all... I hate them all...

Where am I going
And who rule me now?
Who are you?
What you do?

I'd never saw you but I feel your hand
You're watching me...
Now I scream:

Please, stop chess gambler!
Please stop!
Stop that game

I'd never saw you but I feel your hand
I have brains... I have soul
Please stop that game
And leave me alone...

You were chessmated,
Now you shall fall!

Please, stop chess gambler!
Please stop!
Stop that game

(improvisation)

Chess gambler!
Please, stop chess gambler!
Please stop!
Stop that game

I'd never saw you but I feel your hand
I have brains... I have soul
Please stop that game
And leave me alone...
You were chessmated,
Now I say: fall!

(improvisation)

Violence, violence

(instrumental)