[ Blank Bible for Blinds -EP (2008) ]

IMOH
----
If my own heaven 
has gained rebirth 
through your lies

now that you're here
isn't it unfair
that you're having an affair
with your fear

in my eyes I despise
your plastic smile
bent on me
by the perfect time
I deny your eyes/lies

If you wanna be a star
you won't get far
unless you shine


Age
---
He can be your enemy
the only working remedy
buried cemetary that is lost

he will never make it tie
drawing until you will die
invincible as mayhem without cost

he will always make it through
never-ending Déjà vu
you can never buy his cheapest voice

he eminates the light you see
shadow-casting-wannabe
using stories only as decoys

He's just a young man
too young man for his age
he's just a young man
too young man for his cage

every possibility
coming from their end
and I think that you and me
we will not pretend


Oblivion
--------
If there's season for complaint
I can be without it now
and just maybe I'm too wasted
to see it all in all
happy moments can't go on
'cause they're always to return
and just maybe I'm too wasted
to see us until we burn

but now I see what I need
and I need what I see
this kind of illusion pumps in your head
and take what it takes
until I buy oblivion
too much of bother for breaking up

I'm your eyes
I can be no-one
I can be your sky
until you get high
and I try to hold on
it is making the change
until you get use to (it)



[ Random Encounters in Time ]

See Above
---------
It is geting dark and grip
I see only lights and this
turns me on
turns me off

I need some pain to entertain
I need a way to cut my veins
I need champagne to entertain
I need a way to cut my wings

I have this fish you have that bread
let's split'n'share last meal 'til end
let's crusifie this jeesus-man
to get a knowledge to understand
what is wrong and what is right
RGB vs. black'n'white
I can't believe the scene you see
when the cross is over me

It is getting dark and grip
put the artificial lights on and kiss
pisses me on
turns me off


Smash Room
----------
I don't like the children
'cause they're growing too fast
and I don't like my parents
that is something to last
but I do like my mushrooms
'cause they grow in the rain
and I do like my hair cut
it's so fuzzy and same

Is there something we could both go unturn/uncurse/unlearn

It's not the end
(you know it's too much love/time/life ago
I sense something between us
always gotta go)


System Error (in line 666)
--------------------------
Death is my friend and so were you
regenerations left to loot
haven't been able since you died
even the priest has changed his mind
all the disaster flows with flood
injection needles frame of food
people want green and greener grass
saving the cows instead their ass

What is it wrong to sing in rain
when the whole world stucks up in plain
it's getting cloudy and lighting grows
even the forces are forced to bow
you wanna here just something good
in god we trust and in EU
politics sailing with Noah's Ark
waving their hands fading the spark


Fire under Magnifier
--------------------
I never forgive you
or so she said
I never forget you
standing in my way

I'm way too proud now
to see in below
the core you are drowning
during the show

something to boast of 
is every single act
society offers
instead of lousy fact

call it entertainment
or call it the news
I'm calling the jury
for people abuse

victim's not guilty
or so they said
and now they are filming
the movie I have paid

isn't it charming
the way it hums
engine keeps running
without the decent funds

I'm only a problem
away from jail
I think I won't let them
nail my broken tail


Only for Song
-------------
So, you wanna to be someone
I just cannot tolerate
and you promised to be lonesome
until you cannot run away
did you know that you were easy
to trace down 'cause of bleeding wounds
but the path to you is freezing
'cause I gave my heart to you

I know that is wrong
but it's only for song
and if you move along
you can see what's going on

I can give in for some time
give you some more time to die
until cars collide


Go Grow No Sorrow
-----------------
Fly my friends
you have seen how it ends
and don't be afraid
when you die and past away
send me a postcard
with the flavour of the mace
all dead flowers 
are as cheerful as presence
of your time

Go grow no sorrow


(c) The Rain of Seattle 2008