Member Since: 26/05/2007
Band Website: yer lookin at it...
Band Members: Wenzel - vocals & guitars
Pork - guitars, keyboards
Uncle Funky - bass
Zap - drum programming & incidental percussion
Influences: metal, as well as industrial, and various traditional rock and classical music influences
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lovesick
why'd you lie and hyponotize?
you had me on the ropes
feeding my perception lines
designed to build up all my hopes
see it wrong, make it right
that time has come and gone
i believed we were so tight
but now, you have done me wrong
i am so love sick, i'm sick of love
don't try to call me, i've had enough
why do you want to play this game of love?
love sick, your love, my love is sick enough
I'm going to ask you if you love me
just answer yes or no
on a day that launched discovery
just tell me stay or go
i am so love sick, i'm sick of love
i've had enough, i'm sick of love
love sick
my love
your love is enough
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primeval spells
We cry and we whisper, an unholy dream
And lulled by dark echoes of dissonance
A sacrifice to please the exalted queen
Hides my ancient and fearful countenance
Charming spells do augur, as the cherubim weep
Who dares take a serpent by the tongue
Buried deep in the womb, where she never sleeps,
Enraptured by slumber, when we were young
Devotion & patience, cowardice & suicide
It is not cold wisdom, which brings you to grief
Dreadful heralds of death, no will to subside
Grim thoughts of necessity, will grant no relief
Primeval spells cast
A silent rift to crawl
It’s over at last
Let the hammer fall
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scars
Petty lies and dulcet cries
Petty criminals and pretty saviors
In the eyes of the living dead
there is hollow truth
And the damned pretend that the empty walls
remind them of their youth
Purple fears and crowded years
Rounded edges and perfect ears
Scars buried so deep
They must be there, aren’t they?
So many days without sleep
The scars are scraps of memory
Tears of dirt and wings of hurt
Colliding with lessons learned
Paper days and rotten ways
Light and dark, the wheel of hate
There is always more to people
Than what they lead you to believe
There is always more inside
If you don’t use your eyes to see
Existence awareness stillness and prescience
Disturbed in the ether of a mindless indulgence
Just because you can’t see the scars
Doesn’t mean they aren’t there
And when the bloody pulp dries to scabs
And the mind becomes so dull and numb
The calming quiet of the void makes you aware
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Netherworld
It's a strange world to live in
getting worse, so they say ...
everyone is artificial
ruled by the king of hate
you don't see what I see
you can't know what's in my heart
everyone is superstitious
afraid to make a new start
clinging to Netherworld
can you leave Netherworld?
are you alive or dead?
I know not...
Netherworld was once Eden
but which legends are lies?
on the brink of extinction
cry for Demeter, as she dies
and now, warning disaster
destroy air, sea and land
the flower child isn't stupid
I hold the power in my hand
burning Netherworld
leaving Netherworld
hope for Netherworld?
I know not ...