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Masterpeace

(1990)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresThrash Metal
LabelsCBR Records
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Masterpeace Lyrics

(10)
Submitted by level Rousseau
1. The Power Line (3:40)
Exitsense, wanna-be, try another frequency.
Imitate chance and fate, yes we will investigate.
Just to whistle in the dark.
The future is a drowning shark.
We just have time to prepare them a grave in the air.

Eros to agape (some static on the line):
The bombings of eden are already done.
The collective unconscious wants dollars, not wine,
The planes are going home and it sure was fun.
The perfect hand with the perfect manicure
Made his man out of perfect manure.
He turns the rivers, he praises the dead,
But who turns the milk and who sends him to bed?
Independency
Electricity
Prosperity
- electrification's a must for young nations.

Was the world as i heard holocaused by a word?
- cheap appeal just to feel that it's not really real. :
Hang on to the power line
In these glorious cast-iron times;
Perpetrate or burn your hate or feel the weight of the democrator.

Agape answers: my happiest hour
Was when one had just become three.
Those monks on fire in the eiffel tower
Were really nice for a christmas tree.
There's too much noise, there are far too many nations,
It's too hard to find the toilets on victoria station.
To know what makes the disc go round Is to know why the fishes swim upside down.
Legislation
Revelation
Integration -
some corporations seek world domination.

(whispered text left channel) The petrochemical buddha settles for uncontroversial glass, steel and registration of political views. the phantom defeat is a girl's best friend next to the doctor. no paper has mentioned that they're experimenting on human brain cells at the random corporation in order to certify the existence of a universal code of honor. this is the future. there are many solutions. this is the way i look into your eyes. do you mind?

(whispered text right channel) So, what reason can be given to make an attempt on one's own life? no loss to fear, no cross to bear in stations.i reached for my '45 and pulled a blanket over it as we drew nearer. they're experimenting on human brain cells in order to certify the existence of a universal code of honor. dynamite now for the future. this is the past. there is no enemy. this is the way i look into your eyes. do you mind?
2. I Am He (4:15)
Multiple choice in a hightech. submission:
like a doorgunner in a Huey; technology cures stupidity?
I want to ease right now, LAZILY
I want to dream away, DROWSILY.

Hit...me! Hit...me! Hit...me! Hit...me!

Chorus: I bless the EARTH of which we feed,
I bless the AIR in which we breathe,
I bless the SUN burning in sky.
Bliss of the MOON, no reason why
'cause I am HE
that was and is and shall BE,
grappling with fate as old LVB
reading B. of the D.

Entropic mort-GAG-ization...meaning DEATH,
desovereignization.
I want to sleep, OK? In the noonday sun.
Let's try to make it this time, ALL RISE!

Chorus: I bless the EARTH of which we feed,
I bless the AIR in which we breathe,
I bless the SUN burning in sky.
Bliss of the MOON, no reason why
'cause I am YOU
as you are HE and he is SHE
and they are WE and we are ALL-
-ways together under the moonday sun.
3. Triumph of What (4:25)
While you all
were forced to see:
Unless you're Pol Pot you ain't no ace of spades

I was down by the lake,
across the meadows to the east
I contemplated how long it would take until tide

DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT
CAN YOU SEE THE LIGHT
FACES IN SAND WASHED AWAY BY THE SEA, IT'S GETTING DARKER
IF IT GETS DARKER STILL IT WOULD HELP IF YOU'D WAKE BY MY SIDE

CAN YOU SEE THE LIGHT
THERE MUST BE A LIGHT
TRIUMPH OF WHAT IF FREE WILL IS NOT, I FEEL IMPORTANT
BUT TOO MANY DEAD TREES MAKES ME NERVOUS AND I DON'T KNOW WHOM TO CALL

Boys and girls
with heads held high
singing top-ten hitlers while they multiplied

I can't stop the smell
from wherever I turn
Coming out of the fire you'll see why these things don't burn

DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT
CAN YOU SEE THE LIGHT
THE MOUNTAIN TOLD MUHAMMED: "NO I'M HAPPY WHERE I AM, IT'S GETTING DARKER
IF IT GETS DARKER STILL IT WOULD HELP IF YOU'D WAKE BY MY SIDE"

CAN YOU SEE THE LIGHT
THERE MUST BE A LIGHT
TRIUMPH OF WHAT IF FREE WILL IS NOT, IF THIS IS MY VOICE
THEN THE OTHERS ARE NOT, A USEFUL HING WHEN FINDING OUT WHO I AM
4. Torque Limit (4:49)
Who wants to fly ought to know how to fall
- it's not hard at all but don't start from too high.
We see the truth so it's hard not to lie.
I want to know why you can't take my call

Chorus: And it's wise not to stay where you're put
when the ground does burn underfoot.
and it's important to know the Mystics
but yet more to study ballistics
and so take to the skies!
TAKE TO THE SKIES!

Who's got the cue, who makes me do as I like?
Stay below radar, I think I'll just walk.
Where is Dersu, where's the end of all talk?
It's in your hand, it's a pleasure to hike.

And it's all but a game
to the thugs on the go.
What is up we don't know
but we know who to blame.
Every day it occurs,
and we fawn to the strong.
I thought nothing was worse
but I was wrong.

And I want you to be
on the top of the sky
with the pigs in the sty
and the Stern Gang and me
And I told all the wise:
Just to fly, not to fight
No it's never that nice
and I was right.

Chorus: And it's wise not to stay where you're put
when the ground does burn underfoot.
and it's important to know the Mystics
but yet more to study ballistics
and so take to the skies!
TAKE TO THE SKIES!

Just the cush-cush-cush-cush
just the cush-cush-cush.
Just the cush-cush-cush-cush
just the cush-cush-cush.
5. Eroticon (5:52)
Pain will lead to pleasure
I tell you that is true,
so don't you dare feel guilty
'cause I'm a sinner too.
Caressed by your vehemence splendour
in allmazefull addiction -
abundance is the word;
to words there's no restriction.

And honey don't intellectualize
'cause I know that is false
your words will drown in history,
we can't feel no remorse.
Let's submit to your wish
and then submit to mine,
we keep each other spellbound
and renaissance the thought of crime.

Chorus: EROTICON, like an oilrig: bring petroleum,
EROTICON -and the hap-penis: bring cum,
EROTICON, here comes a reason and the rhyme
EROTICON - LOVE SEXY.

They that sow in tears
shall reap in joy,
when sanity is restored
for every girl and boy.
Devotion to spiritual intercourse;
I accept the mission.
Hence it follows; profanity,
"...let's have fun before conviction".

And sweetie, some men crave
for something they'll never get,
but when balance is achieved
I assure you won't regret
that I embrace our fate
although you stem the tide.
Our game it seems predestined
since time is wealth is on our side.

(Repeat Chorus)

All we like sheep have gone astray,
we have turned everyone to his own way.
6. Lucifertility (5:56)
A third mind, the unseen collaborator
mind dancing just for the wrath of it.
We're talking aquarian conspiracy, turn on, tune in drop out,
fighting bloodiedfilth on omnilethal grounds, ACCELERATING.

Slaverising neocoreTexan stigmatixing atonement,
I admit and deplore the human weakness,
since an eye for an eye leaves both of us blind.
LUCIFERTILITY, the fathomless ability, NOW
cut the umbilicalcord to the insanity of dogmas,
we've got to educate our masters,
so JOIN, come on JOIN the luminous ones.

I LAUGH (10,9) AND I LAUGH (8,7) AND I WEEP (6,5)
PEELING THE ONION OFF LAYER BY LAYER (4,3)
I LAUGH (2,1) AND I WEEP (zero),
SEEING THE JOKE THAT IS KILLING THE SORROW IN ME (dust off)

I'm laughing, don't you get it, can't you see?
You are the new messiah, and only you can set you free.
The blind is leading the blind, the apodeictic correlation.
The unhappitants of Gaia in playground mumbo-jumbo science fiction.

Celebration over cerebration in invocation over liberation,
can you take it? OR SHALL WE TAKE IT AGAIN?
Do decipher the unalienable heirloom of every son of man:
"We are all free to do exactly what we want to do",
Let's dig the antithesis to illthy dystopia,
JOIN, come on JOIN the luminous ones.

RAP: This is Pon-x, bassic'ly crazy as FUCK (the energy)
Technothrashing through a synergic galaxy
This is Def-con posse, (we reign supreme), nukin' the scene
& YOU KNOW WHOM WE'LL CRUSH LIKE A JELLYBEAN.

I LAUGH (10,9) AND I LAUGH (8,7) AND I WEEP (6,5)
PEELING THE ONION OFF LAYER BY LAYER (4,3)
I LAUGH (2,1) AND I WEEP (zero),
SEEING THE JOKE THAT IS KILLING THE SORROW IN ME (go)
7. How the Steel Was Tempered (4:10)
A million workers, bricks in a wall, cogs in a machine
But walls can fall and machines can rust if you fail to keep them clean
Selected mating, tainted childhood favours malleable youth
Go

It takes a shoreline to harbour a fleet
If you don't like the flowers you can crush them under your feet
But there's someone driving from the back seat

A NEW TOMORROW
AN OLD TODAY
YOU SHOULDN'T BUY WHAT YOU CAN BORROW

Don't walk on the water, if the water's not frozen
Don't die before birth if you want to get chosen
When harvester is hungry you don't give it barren earth
No

It takes a life to die, chemicals to sleep
If you like you can help the butchers counting sheep
But there's someone laughing in the back seat

THE PRICE OF TOMORROW
IS SET TODAY
I WILL NOT BUY WHAT I CAN BORROW
8. Rock Drill/Iron Ration (5:22)
It took us some time as it's taking up yours
- we had the furnace, the coal and the ore.
But as things stood, we needed a crew
I consider the Pope, I considered you.
But the Pope ain't got enough tanks for me
and he drives no Tatra 603.
So beat is Stef-f, Real Raz joins the chorus
Bass needs Pon-X, Mars needs Humble Boris
Sound is OMNITRON, the walls of steel
- No 98-Olds, no Papamobile
But the Trans-Siberian grind funk railroad,
the sure-win strategy: toad eat toad.
The funny-peculiar jamming station,
the strip-mining district and the Iron Ration:

An I for an I at the current rate of exchange;
another reduction, another target in range.
Burning love - what a smell!
Silly goat - where's my hell?
Got no soul - what to sell?
The better hand with the upper few as it seems
the alarm clock punched the jaw of my jingle-bell dreams
Dog eat hot dog takes the loss but made no bids
and the sweets lost their taste in the mouths of the well-behaved kids.

Laughter and noise
drink and rejoice
The future's around.
More often than less
we drink to excess
The past pulls us down.

Honk if you love the Saviour, sing him a song.
If the leopards sing to the bones, should they just sing along?
Burning love - what a smell!
Silly goat - where's my hell?
Got no soul - what to sell?
Can we have more faith in him than in publicity drives?
or should science fill our heads as it fills our lives?

The Second Coming in a second or maybe too late, or
another fiction seeking another creator.
There are so many futures that we may have to live in
- the past can't be given.

Laughter and noise
drink and rejoice
The future's around.
Amnesia rise
to fill our lives
until we drown.

Honk if you love to bonk up the honky tonk teenies.
Industrial history offers some pretty good sceneries.
Buffalo soldiers, splice your tapes and abide
for the scorched earth policy has us all up for a ride.

The second COMECON in romper suit and felt-pen moustache;
stone-faced ancestors bought up by hustlers.
Unlike the little pigs and crooks who die in the telly
our ends will be smelly.
9. Five in Four (4:26)
I'll be far away from home if I look back now
If I move my legs I might go forward
If I move too fast it'll make my face burn
Palaces of crystal and a virgin soil to upturn

FIVE
FIVE
FIVE
IN FOUR

Going up into the sky to meet Gagarin
The world's so still and it's fruits are all for sharing
Coming down over you just like a bomber
But you can't blame spring for turning summer

FIVE
FIVE
FIVE
IN FOUR
10. The Tension (4:35)
Consider creating an altered dimension
Grasping the greatness of synthetic space
Cursed by collective conclusions in tension
Holy assassins leave no moral trace

Ready for initialization commands?

Crude memories of once diseased
Time after time the core is increased
Victims (Losers) - had it coming
Now: My friend, look who's running

Fetch a figure out Who will be next (?)
Burn the environment still stands erect
Strong beats stronger - strongest a coward
Will to power machinery hour

Determination demanding destructive action
"I have a vision" - What's your reaction?
Show me, don't tell me - we're in this together
Fight for the birds of a feather, forever

Nude memories of once released
Time after time the core is increased
Victims (Choosers) - had it coming
Now: My friend, look who's running

Junkie spirituals, the tension diseased
Spiritual junkies, we all feast

Ready for initialization commands.

Create a break before it's too late
Don't hesitate to fake the bait
No guilt - no confession, when cornered you kill
Love under will is The law is The thrill.
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