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[ludo]

what if I wasted all my youth,
what if I wasted growing up,
what if I wasted all my life,
oh man I feel like throwing up

[Bill Fruge]

You suffer
But why?

[ludo]

these voices, these voices,
I hear them
and when they talk,
I follow, I follow

[Vladimir]

At the seething and fiery center
He sits upon his ebon throne
Within his halls of darkness
Which no man has seen and survived the vision

Both blind and bereft of mind
He pipes unceasingly on his reed flute
And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns
Are the foundations of all the worlds
Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time

Were his flute ever to suddenly fall silent
All the spheres would shatter into one another
And the myriads of worlds
Would be unmade
As they were before creation

The flute of the blind idiot
Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless
Combinations
Spinning on the woven carpet of time

No creation without destruction
No destruction without creation

To unmake a thing is to make another
Each time a thing is made
Another is destroyed


The idiot god on his black throne
Does not choose
What shall rise into being
And what should pass away
He cares only to maintain
His mindless unholy music of
Random creation and destruction

No living creature can look upon his face
And endure its terrible heat
And black radiance
That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron
Which strike and burn the skin
Of those who would dare
Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god

Never does he receive supplicants
In his black halls of uncouth angles and strange doors
Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them
Endlessly he pipes
And endlessly he devours his own substance
For his hunger is insatiable
As he consumes his own wastes after the custom of idiots

As the god creates
So he destroys

[ludo]

I miss the comfort in being sad

[ana-conda]

It's a beautiful world we live in,
A sweet romantic place,
Beautiful people everywhere,
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say,

(Chorus)
It's a beautiful world (x3)
For you (x3)

[ximmo]

Vain harhaluuloja
sun haaveesi murtuvat

[Kate Kush]

whenever i'm alone with you
you make me feel like i am free again
whenever i'm alone with you
you make me feel like i am clean again

however far away
i will always love you
however long i stay
i will always love you
whatever words i say
i will always love you

[Lars]

GO GO ROUND AND ROUND, PERFECT MAGIC ELECTRONIC

[ludo]

to all the friends I used to have
I miss my past
but the rest of you assholes
can kiss my ass

[letkee]

i gotta get out of this fucking boredom
before this boredom kills me
i gotta go out in the city
and buy me some lsd

[ludo]

I multiply and the air gets thinner and dirty
I take up space
I smell
I consume
But I produce nothing
I abuse
I have no reason to exist

[käyt.nimim.PELTO]

Awake at night again. No tears to weep and too restles to sleep. Thinking of all and nothing and got stuck in between. Looking out through the window and see what I always see.
It's all so silent here all around.

I'm so provoked by the ever-consuming meaninglessness that I daily observe. I see dead people living their smiling satisfied lives. I must concentrate to keep my fists in control, but on the other hand imagine to be free from all these heavy, tearing thoughts. Being happy, brainless and liked instead of the opposite.

Summer is not my friend. Satan, let it end.
Sunshine, hurting my eyes. Making my skin look like...argh.
Summer is a whore plague. Releases whores and fags.
Sunshine, making me sweat. Nothing more to me than a deadly threat.

Furious Black Metal Anger fuels my veins with even more hate. Extreme Black Metal Hatred fills my muscles with even more strength. Yes, that sound of mediocrity. Yes, that half-hearted vocalists tired voice. Yes, those primitive lyrics that fits like a glove. There are greater reasons to dive into the deepest underground and the first demos by newer bands. There is a primitive vein that ghoes from my black speakers in my ears through the evil brain and down to my rotten, hungry satanic heart. I long for the winter - the real winter with the first snowfall that stays the whole winter season through. I long for deeply cold days and even colder nights. I hear in my mind the sound of snow under my boots. I see in my mind, the cold breath of mine to disappear in the wintry air. It's the first hour in August and the darkness slowly creeps and covers all - fills me with comfort.

Rakbladsvalsens uncolours my dark night. Even the candle lights now seem blackwhite. My cat is resting in a chair and all is still but the war that has been going on since 1980 within me is so chaotic and messy and intense that I could kill and set houses aflame non-stop for 36 hours.
As if the suffering and angst that I by then have caused might calm down the war between evil and evil in my brain. The walls in my apartment stand as christian body-building eprison guards that will effectively stop me from expressing me in other ways than using my pen, pencil and paper. Yes, it's true, that in my backpack I carry a gigantic feeling of unbelonging but still I have a life that has a worth. I'm not ready for my murders yet. I have some things to lose first. Time and destiny surely has me in their book. I miss my father and mother and sister and brother. Fifteen years ago we could talk, play or go out for a walk but now when we meet i'm holding the entire bibles of morbid and obscene ideas inside and to talk and act properly then is impossible.

I see that you notice that i'm now who I used to be.
It was triumphant yet frightening for me to realize that I had given myself to father Satan and to tell you that it was done is not possible.

[Dystooppinen ihottuma]

I never was able to say
Just how I was feeling.
Can't let you see me in this state.
Everything is packed. I'm leaving.

Do you really wanna know?
Do you really?

I feel lost.
I feel boring.
I've been caught sleeping all morning.

Pull down the shades,
I'd rather stay inside all day.
My own thoughts are in my way.
I'd rather sleep than have to say:

I feel lost.
I feel boring.
I've been caught sleeping all morning.
I feel scared of knowing
I'm just a single leaf in the wind blowing.

Do you really wanna know?
Do you really wanna know?
Do you really wanna know?
Do you really wanna know?

[El Bimbo]

Don't say this don't say that if I'm not me I'm not free
born alone die alone live you must live pushing and shoving and fighting and
feeling like a big nothing holding my hands and praying and dying all for nothing
I'm wishing for the world trying to survive try to stay alive wishing for the
world you're killing me you're testing me and I don't know I don't know they
stepped on me when I was down I had to get up just to get down god fearing bitch
supernova school of life