Heavy, creative and experimental metal for the 21st Century™

Lyrics:

Educate

I have stood among them and looked first hand at a twisted humanity.
(Because of one man’s vanity.)
I have contemplated the quietness of the madness and the lies
It’s decayed, it slips away.

There’s no profit in truth so you’ll sell me a miracle wrapped in a slogan but one day I’ll realise that you are not my god.
It’s decayed.

I have stood among them and looked first hand at the bones that could testify.
A legacy, a cross to bear as the world turned away and hoped the rains would wash away the truth.
I hide my head from the sun.
We will smile as we watch the orphans dance but we know that they are caught in the wire.
I'm still hiding my head from the sun.

Random number generates a voice to feed this addiction.
But you were damned and now you’re dead.
By god’s children, laid to rest.

The red brown earth will hide the secrets of a thousand lies (a thousand times)

The money of the masses lines the pockets of the few who spread the word of the new Messiah.
But there’s no crucifixion and there’s no holy grail in this tale just subliminal sensory overload.

© Soul Destruction

This Disease

INothing’s ever changed us more than when greed became your master and your best friend.
Lies will sow the seed that reaps deceit and it suffocates me, it drags me down.

I’ve lost again and my friend’s will say that money is not all I’ve lost today.
The rhetoric just washes over me, covers all of me and now it’s up to me.

What has changed?

You try to hide from this sickness, your isolated boredom fuels the madness.
Getting rich off the money I feed. The more I hurt the less I bleed.
This failure surrounding all of me, a dying wish for me that I will never see.

What has changed?

Is this the end?

I will pretend?

So much waste it frustrates, it dominates
I can’t speak my own mind.
It frustrates that nothing's changed.

I can’t believe what’s within you but I see addiction breeding within you.
It will allow me no regrets; I’ll never have to repay my debts.
I can’t decide what I’m supposed to gain, closing out the pain. Now it’s all the same.

What has changed?

Lies will sow the seed that reaps deceit

Internal Therapy

There's no one left to despise me, but no one left to confide in,
and every day you'll find me awake alone in darkened rooms.
With my trust so betrayed, there's no turning back for me,
so now I’ll try and find me another place where I can hide.

I cannot live, I cannot die. I try to hide the scars inside.
I'm looking up but feeling down. I grasp at friends as I look around.
I'm wondering if they can see the pain I hide inside of me,
the fear I hold inside of me or the hope destroyed inside of me?

Be what you want to be, say what you want to say,
do what you want to do, but I can't get inside of you.
So be what you want to be and say what you want to say
You’ll do what you want to do, but I can’t seem to get it through.

I played the greatest of parts to an audience of one
From a script that’s full of tears with dignity and self respect
I’ve lived the scene in which I died, I tried to hide the scars inside.
I was looking up but feeling down. I grasped at friends as I looked around.
I was wondering if they could see the pain I hid inside of me,
the fear I held inside of me or the hope destroyed inside of me?

We hide the scars that hurt the most, the open wounds, the ones that burn.

You're not the person I knew, you're just so unclean.
You took the first chance you could to violate the trust we had.
I found it hard 'cos I never cried. I tried to hide the scars inside.
I was looking up but feeling down and I grasped at friends as I looked around.
I was wondering if they could see the pain I hide inside of me,
the fear I hold inside of me or the hope destroyed inside of me.

What is it gonna take for me to move on?

We hide the scars that hurt the most, the open wounds, the ones that burn.

The Sorrow

The drugs will hide the pain and make it go away.
A lack of self-control is something that I crave.
My body decays from the cradle to the grave.
I try to keep my mind but it gets harder every day.

Show me something I can hold, something I can grasp.
Show me there's another way to feel like I belong.
To feel like I belong.

And there I stood surrounded by the crowd,
yet I never felt more alone and I never felt more afraid.
And in that instant, I finally understood. I understood the pain.
I understood why you threw your life away.

Why?

And I look back to when I opened up that door.
And I saw the blood, and I saw the sorrow.
I know I made things worse, and I should have just walked away.
Should have let you go. You had a better place to be that day.

Why?

Since that day I act out my life, but I'm not really here.
And every day I fight so hard against temptation to run away.
Run away.

A Little Less of Someone Else?

I've faced my demons...

I cannot escape this place.
Did I fall from heaven or did I fall from grace?
I've faced my demons but I've yet to defeat them.
I feed them all.
Did I have everything or did I have nothing?
Well, I've got nothing.

Broken down, I'm beaten down,
I've fallen on my knees.
What is it the others have that I simply don't possess?
A little less of someone else?

Like my father says: There must be something wrong with me.

There must be something wrong 'cos
The harder I try, the deeper I sink,
And I no longer have the strength to swim against the tide.
Too old and too weak now, the 'has been' that never was.
I just wanted something but you gave me nothing.
And I've got nothing

Beautiful Suicide

I want to create a beautiful suicide for the masses, to create in death what I have failed to achieve in life... Anger, despair, frustration these are words I've heard a thousand times. Those same words uttered my the souls of so many and yet heard by the ears of so few, the few, who like me, have dared to question mankind's limitations.

They say there's a dream inside of me. But the more I sleep, the less I dream.
You'll understand me better when I've gone.

I pray for you and I pray for me, but God don't listen can't you see? You'll understand me better when I've gone.

Is this what our lives have come to?

Well, fuck your lies, fuck your life and fuck your stupid god.

© Soul Destruction 2002

A New Religion

We've had two thousand years of religious hypocrisy, we've had two thousand years of brainwashing in the name of Christ... Well now is the time for A new Religion.

All you'll ever get from me is what I want to give. What kind of satisfaction is to rape myself with hate?... Bleed.

You won't listen, I can't speak to ears that cannot hear. Tormented by frustration as I break myself with pain.

Bleed from the wounds of Christ to feel the pain, to find the lies. The blind lead the blind in search of lies to fulfill their empty lives.

Come inside A New Religion.

If I gave you an inch, you'd take a mile with a smile a mile wide, open as my wallet but only half as deep creep into my conscience with your ideas intact, in fact, if I turned my back, for a second or two. You'd fuck me over for a moment of lust. What trust do I put in you? It's true, respect is contempt for what I do.

© Soul Destruction 2002

Disgrace

No one ever listens, no one ever cares. What is it with you people? Why doesn't anyone ever see it from my point of view? The whole world's against me. The whole fucking world doesn't care. Doesn't care what happens to me. Doesn't care about anything.

A blank canvas and a razor blade. You say scars are tattoos of the brave.

I don't get it I just don't get it.

Cut your dreams into your arms then roll them sleeves and show your scars.

I don't get it I just don't get it.

This is no place, no place for Disgrace.

So, your hero cuts himself deep... Arms spread wide in the shape of a 'T'?

You say life is "such a bore". Stop seeking attention you stupid fucking whore.

I don't get it I just don't get it.

I don't get it I just don't get it.

© Soul Destruction 2002

Spiral of Violence

What should I choose? What should I see? Should I choose what makes me free?
What should I choose? What should I feel? Should I choose what makes it real?

I pay to live and I've paid for all my dreams and I pray... Yeah I pray.

To a God that doesn't care.
To a God that will not care.
To a God that cannot care.
To a God that never cares.

... I don't know what is real.

What makes it real?

So full of hate, yet so full of desire. So full of pain... Yeah I feel pain.

I learnt well the lessons that you taught me and passed them on as my own.
I did it for you, I knew you'd be proud, Knew you'd understand: Another generation damned.
And so the spiral takes another turn, another twist in it's downward path, another cycle is complete.
Looking back, I wish you'd have died so that I may have lived.
I wanted to get off that downward spiral of violence...
But now, I'm going downward.

© Soul Destruction 2002

Dysfunctional Reality

Don't you hear me? Can't you see?
Don't you fear me?
Can't you be something you cannot be?

Normality is my reality, a fucked up past that's coming back at me.
That was a time I could not face, but this is the time, this is the place.

Feel my anger burn my eyes.
Feed my hatred.
Burn inside.
Believe in me and you will see: Believe in you and I will be something I'm meant to be.

Society always looked down on me, so why the fuck do you look up at me?
How can I live with such disgrace?
This is the time, this is the place.

Do you want to know about conformity?
Do you want to know a bitter secret?

Hide away like a lonely child: The taste of success.
My life decays, enveloped by hatred until nothing is left.
Shattered illusions and broken bones.
Promise unfulfilled.
Sleep is now eight hours of nothing: Hopes and dreams I've killed.

Twisted cancer and deformed cells eat away inside.
Awake alone inside and left for dead.
There's something I can't find.

© Soul Destruction 2002

Modern Day Freakshow

They'll steal my mind away, lock it up and throw away the key.
Why can't you see me?
Buy a ticket into the dream, let someone else create the scene and map your life for you.

I stare at you and you stare at me performing in a circus of rage.
We're living in a freakshow, a modern day freakshow.
Who plays the music? Who pulls the strings?
This carnival of chaos rolls on.
We're living in a freakshow, a modern day freakshow.

Why can't you see me?
They'd clip an angels wings, tie it up and charge an entrance fee.
So you can see it.
The final act, the final scene of a dying man's soliloquay:
A final curtain call.

Fake

What I've seen has just made me blind and what I've felt has made me believe.
Now what is fake is reality and what is real can no longer be.

If I could fake this pain and if I could rape my faith, then I would take this pain and I would throw it away.

Words I say are never the same as the ones in my drugged up brain.

Straitjacket Messiah

Pure and self-contained, I feel the weight of my words on my soul as my voice strains.
I've bled, I've got no regrets for anything I've lost, but I've lost my self-respect.
Fear is self-confessed, it doesn't count for nothing when you're coming out second best.
I can only hate. Is it worth the wait.

I cannot forget, I cannot forgive.

Lie will sow the seed that reaps deceit and it's growing all over me.
I can only face the truth when I stand in the shadows of the human race.
You can justify cutting your throat to make you smile, but I cannot forget and I cannot forgive.

I cannot forget, I cannot forgive and I'll break my back to bring you down.

Refracted Neurosis

By rights, we should be dead my friend and I just want you to acknowledge that and to look inside my demented mind and fill these holes with eyes for mine are not mine.

I hear those voices screaming in my head... But doesn't everybody?


	Heavy, creative and experimental metal for the 21st Century™
	Lyrics: Educate I have stood among them and looked first hand at a twisted humanity. (Because of one man’s vanity.) I have contemplated the quietness of the madness and the lies It’s decayed, it slips away. There’s no profit in truth so you’ll sell me a miracle wrapped in a slogan but one day I’ll realise that you are not my god. It’s decayed. I have stood among them and looked first hand at the bones that could testify. A legacy, a cross to bear as the world turned away and hoped the rains would wash away the truth. I hide my head from the sun. We will smile as we watch the orphans dance but we know that they are caught in the wire. I'm still hiding my head from the sun. Random number generates a voice to feed this addiction. But you were damned and now you’re dead. By god’s children, laid to rest. The red brown earth will hide the secrets of a thousand lies (a thousand times) The money of the masses lines the pockets of the few who spread the word of the new Messiah. But there’s no crucifixion and there’s no holy grail in this tale just subliminal sensory overload. © Soul Destruction This Disease INothing’s ever changed us more than when greed became your master and your best friend. Lies will sow the seed that reaps deceit and it suffocates me, it drags me down. I’ve lost again and my friend’s will say that money is not all I’ve lost today. The rhetoric just washes over me, covers all of me and now it’s up to me. What has changed? You try to hide from this sickness, your isolated boredom fuels the madness. Getting rich off the money I feed. The more I hurt the less I bleed. This failure surrounding all of me, a dying wish for me that I will never see. What has changed? Is this the end? I will pretend? So much waste it frustrates, it dominates I can’t speak my own mind. It frustrates that nothing's changed. I can’t believe what’s within you but I see addiction breeding within you. It will allow me no regrets; I’ll never have to repay my debts. I can’t decide what I’m supposed to gain, closing out the pain. Now it’s all the same. What has changed? Lies will sow the seed that reaps deceit © Soul Destruction Internal Therapy There's no one left to despise me, but no one left to confide in, and every day you'll find me awake alone in darkened rooms. With my trust so betrayed, there's no turning back for me, so now I’ll try and find me another place where I can hide. I cannot live, I cannot die. I try to hide the scars inside. I'm looking up but feeling down. I grasp at friends as I look around. I'm wondering if they can see the pain I hide inside of me, the fear I hold inside of me or the hope destroyed inside of me? Be what you want to be, say what you want to say, do what you want to do, but I can't get inside of you. So be what you want to be and say what you want to say You’ll do what you want to do, but I can’t seem to get it through. I played the greatest of parts to an audience of one From a script that’s full of tears with dignity and self respect I’ve lived the scene in which I died, I tried to hide the scars inside. I was looking up but feeling down. I grasped at friends as I looked around. I was wondering if they could see the pain I hid inside of me, the fear I held inside of me or the hope destroyed inside of me? Be what you want to be, say what you want to say, do what you want to do, but I can't get inside of you. So be what you want to be and say what you want to say You’ll do what you want to do, but I can’t seem to get it through. We hide the scars that hurt the most, the open wounds, the ones that burn. You're not the person I knew, you're just so unclean. You took the first chance you could to violate the trust we had. I found it hard 'cos I never cried. I tried to hide the scars inside. I was looking up but feeling down and I grasped at friends as I looked around. I was wondering if they could see the pain I hide inside of me, the fear I hold inside of me or the hope destroyed inside of me. Be what you want to be, say what you want to say, do what you want to do, but I can't get inside of you. So be what you want to be and say what you want to say You’ll do what you want to do, but I can’t seem to get it through. What is it gonna take for me to move on? We hide the scars that hurt the most, the open wounds, the ones that burn. © Soul Destruction The Sorrow The drugs will hide the pain and make it go away. A lack of self-control is something that I crave. My body decays from the cradle to the grave. I try to keep my mind but it gets harder every day. Show me something I can hold, something I can grasp. Show me there's another way to feel like I belong. To feel like I belong. And there I stood surrounded by the crowd, yet I never felt more alone and I never felt more afraid. And in that instant, I finally understood. I understood the pain. I understood why you threw your life away. Why? And I look back to when I opened up that door. And I saw the blood, and I saw the sorrow. I know I made things worse, and I should have just walked away. Should have let you go. You had a better place to be that day. Why? Since that day I act out my life, but I'm not really here. And every day I fight so hard against temptation to run away. Run away. © Soul Destruction 2003 A Little Less of Someone Else? I've faced my demons... I cannot escape this place. Did I fall from heaven or did I fall from grace? I've faced my demons but I've yet to defeat them. I feed them all. Did I have everything or did I have nothing? Well, I've got nothing. Broken down, I'm beaten down, I've fallen on my knees. What is it the others have that I simply don't possess? A little less of someone else? Like my father says: There must be something wrong with me. There must be something wrong 'cos The harder I try, the deeper I sink, And I no longer have the strength to swim against the tide. Too old and too weak now, the 'has been' that never was. I just wanted something but you gave me nothing. And I've got nothing © Soul Destruction Beautiful Suicide I want to create a beautiful suicide for the masses, to create in death what I have failed to achieve in life... Anger, despair, frustration these are words I've heard a thousand times. Those same words uttered my the souls of so many and yet heard by the ears of so few, the few, who like me, have dared to question mankind's limitations. They say there's a dream inside of me. But the more I sleep, the less I dream. You'll understand me better when I've gone. I pray for you and I pray for me, but God don't listen can't you see? You'll understand me better when I've gone. Is this what our lives have come to? Well, fuck your lies, fuck your life and fuck your stupid god. © Soul Destruction 2002 A New Religion We've had two thousand years of religious hypocrisy, we've had two thousand years of brainwashing in the name of Christ... Well now is the time for A new Religion. All you'll ever get from me is what I want to give. What kind of satisfaction is to rape myself with hate?... Bleed. You won't listen, I can't speak to ears that cannot hear. Tormented by frustration as I break myself with pain. Bleed from the wounds of Christ to feel the pain, to find the lies. The blind lead the blind in search of lies to fulfill their empty lives. Come inside A New Religion. If I gave you an inch, you'd take a mile with a smile a mile wide, open as my wallet but only half as deep creep into my conscience with your ideas intact, in fact, if I turned my back, for a second or two. You'd fuck me over for a moment of lust. What trust do I put in you? It's true, respect is contempt for what I do. © Soul Destruction 2002 Disgrace No one ever listens, no one ever cares. What is it with you people? Why doesn't anyone ever see it from my point of view? The whole world's against me. The whole fucking world doesn't care. Doesn't care what happens to me. Doesn't care about anything. A blank canvas and a razor blade. You say scars are tattoos of the brave. I don't get it I just don't get it. Cut your dreams into your arms then roll them sleeves and show your scars. I don't get it I just don't get it. This is no place, no place for Disgrace. So, your hero cuts himself deep... Arms spread wide in the shape of a 'T'? You say life is "such a bore". Stop seeking attention you stupid fucking whore. I don't get it I just don't get it. I don't get it I just don't get it. © Soul Destruction 2002 Spiral of Violence What should I choose? What should I see? Should I choose what makes me free? What should I choose? What should I feel? Should I choose what makes it real? I pay to live and I've paid for all my dreams and I pray... Yeah I pray. To a God that doesn't care. To a God that will not care. To a God that cannot care. To a God that never cares. ... I don't know what is real. What makes it real? So full of hate, yet so full of desire. So full of pain... Yeah I feel pain. I learnt well the lessons that you taught me and passed them on as my own. I did it for you, I knew you'd be proud, Knew you'd understand: Another generation damned. And so the spiral takes another turn, another twist in it's downward path, another cycle is complete. Looking back, I wish you'd have died so that I may have lived. I wanted to get off that downward spiral of violence... But now, I'm going downward. © Soul Destruction 2002 Dysfunctional Reality Don't you hear me? Can't you see? Don't you fear me? Can't you be something you cannot be? Normality is my reality, a fucked up past that's coming back at me. That was a time I could not face, but this is the time, this is the place. Feel my anger burn my eyes. Feed my hatred. Burn inside. Believe in me and you will see: Believe in you and I will be something I'm meant to be. Society always looked down on me, so why the fuck do you look up at me? How can I live with such disgrace? This is the time, this is the place. Do you want to know about conformity? Do you want to know a bitter secret? Hide away like a lonely child: The taste of success. My life decays, enveloped by hatred until nothing is left. Shattered illusions and broken bones. Promise unfulfilled. Sleep is now eight hours of nothing: Hopes and dreams I've killed. Twisted cancer and deformed cells eat away inside. Awake alone inside and left for dead. There's something I can't find. © Soul Destruction 2002 Modern Day Freakshow They'll steal my mind away, lock it up and throw away the key. Why can't you see me? Buy a ticket into the dream, let someone else create the scene and map your life for you. I stare at you and you stare at me performing in a circus of rage. We're living in a freakshow, a modern day freakshow. Who plays the music? Who pulls the strings? This carnival of chaos rolls on. We're living in a freakshow, a modern day freakshow. Why can't you see me? They'd clip an angels wings, tie it up and charge an entrance fee. So you can see it. The final act, the final scene of a dying man's soliloquay: A final curtain call. © Soul Destruction 2002 Fake What I've seen has just made me blind and what I've felt has made me believe. Now what is fake is reality and what is real can no longer be. If I could fake this pain and if I could rape my faith, then I would take this pain and I would throw it away. Words I say are never the same as the ones in my drugged up brain. © Soul Destruction 2002 Straitjacket Messiah Pure and self-contained, I feel the weight of my words on my soul as my voice strains. I've bled, I've got no regrets for anything I've lost, but I've lost my self-respect. Fear is self-confessed, it doesn't count for nothing when you're coming out second best. I can only hate. Is it worth the wait. I cannot forget, I cannot forgive. Lie will sow the seed that reaps deceit and it's growing all over me. I can only face the truth when I stand in the shadows of the human race. You can justify cutting your throat to make you smile, but I cannot forget and I cannot forgive. I cannot forget, I cannot forgive and I'll break my back to bring you down. © Soul Destruction 2002 Refracted Neurosis By rights, we should be dead my friend and I just want you to acknowledge that and to look inside my demented mind and fill these holes with eyes for mine are not mine. I hear those voices screaming in my head... But doesn't everybody? © Soul Destruction 2002