I: REASONS LIFE The sky is falling down, turning tides for none to see There is no other side to besiege and watch them flee The prophecy in hand in its universal aim When everyone is gone, who will stand and take the blame? For just one moment of secret held revolving schemes It's clear within the view of enlightened mind esteem The silent master rears every time a fate is born And over yonder some alive and well and mourning the refugee Held down by commonly prized feet Marching the pace but still out of trace Convinced to preserve the haze Down with the rain, was it someone there To oversee creation at the drawing secretaire Had the trees not been to manifest arrival Of allurement sin despair Get on with the leaves and take away the reason Why the time would let us stay Raise an eye or keep descend into belief Once all the threads were drawn Up to the distant dawn Rising needs to hand over strength to discover a view upon the earthbound seeds of life Stired the eyes into the sky Made all visions glow and thrive II: KATHARSIS Marooned upon the earth with a fretful discontent Pursuing images of a leader heaven sent All wrongdoings of man lie within the circumstance His mighty plan assigned through his fathomless design Yet everyone in need, who fell over in proceed To raise a light on all that was still to be concieved They sorely hated fear, and they hated fear too much To let it seek revenge on their cleansing matter Down on earth the wills would cost high numbers lost when the myth ascend off hand For each one for whom the master brings the storm one quest for truth and love is gone Wait till the morning comes, leaving you all alone Tied down in dreams of a room with views of creation All we can rely on is at hand If we never reach that high Time to give our sense a try III: HANDS DOWN AND A WORLD IN FLAMES Once in the way of the altar that blames Fragile wit, absent patience in a world denied its views The truce is called off as the fire is reaching out for the unblessed mind of doubt Frauds so serene in the drafts so sublime By the guards of denial flames have never reached so high Faith in bloodshed are prevailed in the dust you preach Divine measures out of reach World in fire reaching out for the unblessed mind of doubt IV: MAKING HISTORY The ones within belief getting used to fear their act The reasoning is high, way beyond all chance to grasp When finally it's done and the seas all have been drained Then all the gates of doom will be slamming shut First in the name of proceeding Making history and feeding minds An age of raping life Then in deep regret all meaning has been thrown into a being of good intent If the saviours would descend from higher ground They sure won't let us stay We got earth to dwell though persisting a tale Hell fires don't care for pleas Smoke rising high in the skyline Shrinking our eyesight, evoking our worst fright Led to make believe in high ideals before the take on human deals It's found within these walls of fears Noone's certain for how long People can be reckoned strong After all the fates are down to one and all

Humming along to the frontpage news A cupful of coffe and a morning blues The sun was to rise about an hour ago I thought the day had flown An earful of hatred, an earful of crime, a dayful of memories of where it's at At dawn of election they cry and remember And then it's back to work The pipes caress my ears Sooth my heart with tears Sweeten sights of home Want my soul to moan Rise or fall, there’s no between to choose Without success you’re gonna lose To earn your ways to dwell upon the hometown They tend to catch you, pants down An earful of hate, an earful of rate, an earful of rules that separate With the risk of being shut out from The airborn myths they rest upon Seeping the flow and trying to catch the myth The cry for money, fame and fortune by the writ Seek the sun that’s sliding down the noon Of ageing fashions waiting just to catch your gloom An earful of things everyone will talk about A mouthful of things noone ever sat throughout A mindful of things we would give our lives to shout A crowdful of biaS for whom to claim the fault The pipe caress my ears Sooth my heart with tears Sweeten sights of home Want my soul to moan The tutors are out there for all newborn hybreeds Waiting to cash in by the fear The harder we try, the farther the roots The mindless crowd prevails A week of knowledge, minority wishes The truth of the past is now a sham It's easy to preach your ideal for justice while in the state of choice

Just a flash for a moment passed One mind emerged from a dual sense of hope and faith If you're not there to hear, nonetheless words did rear For an eye detatched by fear that seas would dry And in visions of worlds denying, it's not easy to clear out the reasons so dreary Lowering the hopes Dreams are getting old Stories remain untold So many times when words run out in desperate shouting When the aeons of silence turn upon us all That's the time when we'd hear them out, the ones for whom the visions broke When the rites of diversion cease to call for battle No sooner can the means unfold and pens weigh out the sword Did you wave? Did you crave? Have you ever felt desire to reform these inner feelings on the fields of mutual value? Cries are best when in need for solace Unfold understanding, show me dreams, show everything When the worth of a writ lies in the ink, no more, how can I take her wink for real? Had the jester been down with the truth, who would listen? As the claim for an answer lies within a million minds, beheld by heralded dooms If there's noone to read, good intents won't reveal For thousands of years, with the same kind of fears, we strived for putting our stories to behold But still the words are there for none to hear Did you see? Did you feel? Have you ever felt desire to reform these inner feelings on the fields of mutual value? Cries are best when in need for solace Unfold understanding, show me dreams, show everything When the aeons of silence turn upon us all That's the time when we'd hear them out, the ones for whom the visions broke When the wits of compassion call, that's when we realise the intents are lying in me and the meanings lie in you

Skyline in the evening Every rooftop is revealing In the ginger light of sun Everyone will run from to be outshun Narrowing horizon for each monolithic rising Marking places never seen for people never keen to live out their dream Skyline all surrounding Strives for equalizing all within the hegde around Restore the human bound, temporarily found Nothing is persistent in this world they are insisting is the place to be when in need of being free I'd say: As if! Skyline in reflection of all kinds of fake perfection All the patience of the sun watching all the guns has no pendant here So, we think we're something Maybe time for reassembling all the bridges and towers Make the evening glow throught the skyline show

When ageing was a sin and the glass half-full to the brim When visions were so high and so much time to fly It's time to leave the town and the bridge is a book of the times Her face, in all its grace and the shape of things to come But it showed all too well she had a prudish manner There's no revolution that's not inherited from elders When you're gone you'll come back here in time Everywhere I look I see reluctance Every brick they know are finite to their books There's so much to know, it'll take an aeon And yet they stick to words to squeeze into their lives Freedom, peace and stuff How nice of you you care Reality will bite but if you never try you'll never find how much the truth is in there Much easier to sing one another's song We all agree upon the shallow rights But how many see the ground it's built upon? They know what's wrong The boat will slide along I'm jumping off and baby, I dare you too Will you change or will you conclude? Your words can tell but never will they change the spell The fight is on but all they do is yelling The readers know but if they don't apply they'll stand and fall in fear and ever wonder why The winners write, the losers read (They win the history - They lose their dignity) Are there any cries to heed? I'm looking for wherever all the warriors gone Who believed in fighting all wrong but will you ever endure? II: THE TOPOLOGY OF HOMEWARD BOUND HEROES Hail your heroes and your old time roots Bona fide old fools, did you get your change? Steal your heroes from your old time books Bona fide old kooks, did you get your way? Drop your heroes and your old time ghouls Bona fide old fools, never get your change Feed your heroes with your old time rules Bona fide old fools, will you ever change? Seed your heroes from your old time soil Bona fide old spoiling of future change Rape your heroes in the old night time Bona fide old crime to interpret wrong Heed your heroes and their old time calls Bona fide old walls which you'll never break Feel your heroes in you own divine bona fide old mind in your quest for change Call on heroes if you're in distress Bona fide old mess where noone will change Wake your heroes in the morning light Bona fide old fight for a way to change Kill your heroes when the deed is done Underneath the sun noone ever will change

I: DAWN AND A JOURNEY Down with the thundery storm of the ancient flight from the present And dropped through the crown of the trees Drift all among rivulets in the quest for a lake to be merged And brought into shape of the norm Here, submerged in the deep Clear to hear, an occasional weep Waiting to see the chrystallized sunlight beam down Turn of the lake has begun Fight for a rise in the shadow the pines are effectively casting To make sure there's no need for a change Steam from a noon glowing clearly and shaping the clouds of the skyline Trading water to fish and a bread Watch them raindrops high, vaporize into the sky Now is a time to be learning the lakes and the seas and the oceans Can be turned to a river as well "Stay and remain" says the lake "They bring the fish and they know how to bake" "Merge into one another to fight the sunlight beaming down" "Turn of the lake has begun" "You will remain water and therefore caught on the run" By the riverside, catch the season tide Rush down valleys of dreams See you there, let the rain keep level With mortal needs by the fields (Down in the well we can dwell as long the river's dry) (No drop will exceed our cup by stiring out its path outside the common well) Clearly, down in the well, holding everything that we need No use heaping up with tears Scorn by the stories of fret pouring in, pouring out dirty water Evoking essential fears By the riverside, exchanging by the tide Through the valleys of dreams See you there, yes I know you well Noone is bound to the fields Noone is bound to the fields Glaciers of ages gone, but not forgotten, risen high Where mother earth and father sky reach, risen high A site of eternal envy and fear Not even the thunder comes near By vapour, rain and snow, I'll see you there II: IN THE VALLEY Just by the motion the dust and the gravel reform on the bank Leaving tide of the moon to surrender One is the particle leaving a trace of a cup running over Caring not for the range of the banks Once a raindrop high, falling off a dense grey sky Now is a time to be learning the lakes and the seas and the oceans Can be turned to a river as well Among a multitude of skyline refugees A certain handful won't make difference in the leads Try or spend the life a reflected lie of the sun Turn of the lake has begun You will remain water, even if well on the run Clearly, down in the lake, holding everything that we need A hearth of eternal exchange Full circle balancing out common urge to request for escaping Preserves what is left of the lake

I hear the masters are calling They want you under their hands No fear while you are resting And trade all your gold for sand Tired eyes see revelations unveiled to moral dismay Loud bells, sirens alarming whenever the lights turn wrong Pinetree scenery - Penitentiary Hands on the blanket when lying and dream forth the realm of your dreams Whipped, chained, forced and deceived Silent opression rears Fool's mind granted with fear Bribed with wave of the flag Lakeside views always soften whenever the souls need guidance Pinetree scenery Penitentiary Injected blood, much thinner than the water Anything to keep the distance off How it must hurt standing aside watching People getting off unbound of runes I hear it well, the wind plays in the foilage I too hear bugles deafening out the strings Off-key and tensed beyond audible trembling Fist clenched in the pockets all the while The ancient hoax that when we talk, they listen keeps the banners high in days of May As if outside the club of mutual envy the pines and might approval could retain our face Do your best, if you dare Watch it though, people can see! Midland retreat at the shoreline Shoreland retreat at sea Knights with intents clear as snow when sympathies pouring out Loud cries for the inferiors when soothing out our conciense Pinetree scenery Keep us thinking we are free

Wartime, early morning, and the Eldridge hit the waves In quest for exploring if the cloak would wipe it out from the radar Massive loads of highly magnetic equipment to evolve a field of supercharging mirage Commencing en route the switch of generators Every man on board, make sure to show who's at the edge Turn off your lanterns And keep low, don't answer no questions Get off the records If we fail, this never was happening There will be fog on the shore tonight Who knows who will be there to watch and mistrust their eyes Though unlikely, good ol' Albert's at our backs and covering with theories of unified fields Green haze emerging Clutching in the sight of the Eldridge High chief commanders Watched in fear and maze on the void left (green haze all around, covering all of the ship, nothing left to see, how can we retrieve it?) No stir on the surface, only water, dark and wide Seems like it went too well, since we can't locate our men, not a trace No detection on the radar screen No perceiving whatsoever, we were much too clever Cease the power, call off everything This has to be reworked, it's not our brains we want deceived So, all fields turned off And the ship reformed on the water Off went the crewmen All replaced to alter the rainbow (turn it off, it's back, we must get back to work, the Philly project Rainbow is too great to abort now) One week onward and we'll try this once more All that malfunctioned should be solved out by now On with the trimmed generators offshore Once again dimmed out by green haze galore A faint outline remained where they started Barely seen at all, and then they parted A flash of blue whiped out their being Noone thought what they were seeing Broke all the boundries known to man to date Reappearing quite remote afar Then by some undefined theory on quantum level disappearing and returning home Bringing with it crewmen, unexplainably diseased Some turned out crazy Noone did come out as before Some strangely fused to the hull, defying all logic (gather the survivors, is there noone left sane? what are all these weldings? are we down with mystical powers?) Noone could explain the scenery The dark old sea still carrying a secret held so openly Should the fog dismantle once, the state of truth is nigh