Transformation genom resignation

En stad så kall och grå
där ingen borde behöva vara
betongen på rad förfaller till ruiner
i en stad där alla blivit galna
eller dödsdömda av
stagnerande rutiner
Så många hemsökta
av minnen från en svartvit tid
desperationen kommer med vinden
eller från jorden eller vattnet

Vansinnet -
som gömt sig under huden
pumpar ut genom blodet
medan ursinnet tar form
letar sig fram
som snåriga taggbuskar
växande genom mitt yttre
för att riva sönder
allt och alla som kommer mig för nära
Så lockande att ge efter
när jag äntligen kan se färgerna igen

a lingering desire

I grew tired of trying to crack a smile
and zone out for a while
since recycled thoughts of malice
with frightening cries
faceless shapes,
surrounded me
a shade of grey
colorless
- was it even worthwhile?

Hours past midnight
halfway passed out,
popping pills alone
drowning my sorrows
as I'm drowning in myself -
can't hardly wait to die -
It's the time of my life
in my own ocean of personal problems
I can't help but wonder;
"why bother waiting for tomorrow"?
when I can't even stand today

I still feel the unknown
a presence of threat builds up
also building towards unbelievable debt
and I wonder what that's like
the day I'm gone,
when there is nothing left
wondering how it wound be like
to die alone
To fall into oblivion,
forgotten once more
but I bet we'll meet soon again

How to be forgotten
when once chosen
by such greateness
who subject us to our greatest fears?
Teaches us of salvation in destruction
test my custom designed order through chaos
who reflect our inner selves!
Misery and anger combined as one
created eons ago
built of ticking time bombs
I hail from the forgotten tombs
the graves of where light comes to die
Now I stand before you
as the loveless god to reclaim what's mine

Merchants of Malice

Ever since my birth
my life on earth has been quite strange
I know I'm deranged but it goes beyond that
I used to roam the earth like each and everyone of you
but I'm not a real person nowadays, faceless
you don't even know me... who?
more like a ghost trapped in your fantasies
the voice inside your head revealing truth
and how to change your ways
I crave a revolution
with a gun in my hand and explosives

Undead, nothing but a living corpse
holding a knife in my hand
reject life, fuck moral
fuck your cause
I'm prepared for the worst
never scared anymore
coming for what's yours
because to me
retaliation is a sacred force
attacking through all your thoughts
scratching through
that feeble human frame of yours
with my rabid animal teeth and claws
Feel my wrath, embrace my curse

I'm holding you in flames
this means everything to me
Let me feel the burn
it doesn't concern me
is this even real?
so it feels, so it seems
Death awaits
probably around here, somewhere
worried eyes filled with fear
they're waiting for me
slowly, i kill them
I'm their merchant of death
and yet they hail me
is it so hard to see?