Scorngrain
- The Code
Once an ordinary day turned
into a mandatory slaughter.
Blood was spilled on a fertile
soil ow it's a wasteland.
No one knew me before this,
but now I am the center of attention.
Approach me... Worship me.
Break the code into his head.
Solve the cipher.
Find the answers from the
words he said.
Puzzle in million pieces,
reveal the truth.
Connect the dots to see
the portrait of a madman.
I never believed my name
could be in the books of history
among the other great men
with a vision.
Statues just started to
raise around me
and people were on their
knees without being of my decision.
No disposable shock value
or fifteen minutes of fame.
Once slave today king, but
tomorrow I am nothing.
My days of cheer and glory
are over
and five star treatment
ere I come.
A large-scale operation.
I'll keep the audience
blindfolded before the opening.
They are hypnotized by the glaze.
Loosing track of prime-time
show, hardcore media porn.
Lunatic stole the headlines,
highly addictive I must say
Scorngrain - Toadstool
Journey
Invite me to your world
of opposites.
In harmonic anarchy of the
physics.
At the stage of no worries.
Nothing matters that much
you see.
A room for a thouhgt yet
no hallways to get through
and even if too afraid to
take a step back or forth.
No use for doors or locks
as you end up from were you left.
There is no time.
An hour can be a week depending
on what you seek.
an inch by inch into the
gloom of deep.
Do not point a view since
there might be no coming back.
Do not loose the grip or
you'll return in black leather sack.
Keep your head and stick
with it... Do not lose the grip.
Master of deception, a prankster
of will...
Master of deception, let
him to lead, let him to fill...
Master of deception, a maiden
riding on hairy pig.
Master of deception, it
just seems so, you're not that sick.
In case of "true" or "false",
perspective ain't your friend no more as
the trusted one has deceived,
all changed from what was before.
Riddles teasing the brain
itching from within.
One more clever than the
other...cracks up, making insane
Scorngrain
- Mural
Pressure got too intense
inside
your picture-perfect shell.
Didn't believe no more
it's like that with others
too.
Tore this facade apart
and ripped the curtains
down.
Forced to please them both,
world you grew into.
Mural...
of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted
with blood
Domestic violence and homocide.
With no doubt, with no remorse.
An eye for an eye justifies
the cause.
Cry of the victim painted
to the walls with one shade.
Keep the colors running
wild
with dull razorblade.
Mural...
of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted
with blood
You dressed their contorted
faces
into smile with braces and
length of wire.
Cut the lids of dried out
eyes
to gaze your masterpiece
with wonder.
Instead of opening the floodgates
you took the future in your
own hands.
Disregarded, manipulated
and touched by your very
own blood.
Made daddy wear church suit
and sit next to mom on her
Sunday dress.
Convincing yourself
there was a time they were
proud of you.
Mural...
of lifelong trauma.
Family portrait painted
with blood
Mural...
Scorngrain
- Übermensch
Just head and torso, limbs
torn apart.
Replaced tooled fully improved
to make them run clean 'n
smooth.
No change no tomorrow,
past cure just tubes to
swallow.
On a drip tied down to rest.
Belt up across his chest.
A tool of death and destruction,
a master of all war.
Mindless killer, heartless
blood spiller
with no change of error
nor fear of fall.
Equal, Sees no difference
in faces
as marching through the
mass graves of all human races.
Bone crusher, life flusher.
The prince of pain mind
of an insane.
Übermensch - a god walking
among men.
Übermensch - a god
walking among men.
A being made to kill. Left
without choise of will.
Forged in fire chased to
a mould. Body of iron shining 'n cold.
Armed to the teeth, tracks
instead of feet to keep it in speed.
A motor in its head staring
eyes of dead
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