Can I scream? It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it. If we can afford the luxury of turning our heads. If we can adjust that $1000 smile and behold the creation of man. Great words won't cover ugly actions and good frames won't save bad paintings. We lack the motion to move to the new beat. When the day is over the doors are locked on us. Cause money buys the access and we can't pay the cost. And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice? We need new noise , new art for the real people. We lack the motion to move to the new beat. We dance to all the wrong songs and we enjoy all the wrong moves. We're not leading. Yeah. The new beat x10000.

Blind-date

So you want to go out with me, watch me get on my knees and bleed? I stole this scrapbook from you but it doesn't matter cause you stole it to. Sugarcoated kisses from my lips gives the exitement of a stolen bliss.To create, to love and fight, we won't sleep at all tonight. So you wanna watch me scream, dance with me and watch me bleed? Steal the sound and love it too, then baby I'll howl for you. Confused and exhausted but with a healthy fix so let's drink some potion and get it over with. They're all screaming about the rock n roll but I would say that it's getting old. It belongs in the museum where it's rotten soul been sold. Explosive and crude, out of line and out of tune. Somehow knowing that we'll get the message to you. Hang on as the rebirth of cool takes place, you'll know the time and we'll set the pace. Shake it around, move across town and bring their idols down.

Poetry written in gasoline 

Scrap the extras cut out the spareparts let's keep our eyes wide open. Fuck the idol reject the star let's feed ourselves some struction. Convention blackmails creativity this lack of challange kills me. Manipulate the obvious. Cowards bought by traditionalist manners. Scream at the herd that are heard the most without substance and with useless banners. The rhymes of revolution. Poetry written in gasoline. Your art is worth nothing.

Rather be dead 

I'd rather be dead than alive by your oppression. I'd rather be dead than alive by your design. Poisoned my fingers. Burned out my eyes. Cut my throat to be alive. I'd rather be dead than alive by your social values.I'd rather be dead than alive by your tradition. But I'd rather be alive...

Jag äter inte mina vänner 

Djuren, djuren är människor, katter är människor. Hundar är människor. Hästar, hästar är människor. Apor är människor. Kossor är människor. Och människor ska vara vänner, det finns inga "dom" bara "vi". Det finns något vackert i allting som föds. Jag äter inte mina vänner för dom är en del av mig - som jag kan leva med och växa med i all evighet. Tanken, tanken är männsikor. Fåglar är människor. Elefanter är männsikor. Råttor, råttor är människor. Ormar är människor. Lammet är människa. Och lammet skall leka med hajar när freden är mer än ett ord. Det du äter skall döma din själ. Jag äter inte mina vänner för dom är en del av mig - som jag kan leva me och växa med i all evighet. Hur kan vi vara fridfulla när vi skapar sån misär. Hur kan vi vara kärleksfulla när vi kärleken förtär. Låt kärleken vara nu. Låt sanningen vara du... Jag äter inte mina vänner för dom är den del av mig - som jag kan leva med och växa med i all evighet.

Circle pit 

We pride ourselves in the integrity of our herds, but words are just words are just words. While the brand you wear is the same as mine, we can´t be out of step if we´re still in line. One more round - we wouldn´t want to trade new ground. Another circle drawn for another carbon copy as we limit ourselves to the flag of our flock. Circle pit mentality - individ removal - cut to fit - for punkrock head approval. A shepherd vacancy, but don´t look to us. All that phony Beatle mania has bitten the dust. The circle complete in the imitation zone - find a new king for the throne.

Lick it clean 

With my face smashed against the concrete I find it hard to speak. The inevitable freedom of oppression and I stay down. Kneel down to our masters that left us to die - we´ll get our taste of freedom licking the pavement clean. Obey the truth or suffer the consequence, smiling face with teeth kicked in. We nod and we move along, we nod as we sing along. Kneel down to our gods that left us to die - we´ll get our taste of freedom licking the pavement clean. Give praise to our opportunities - give thanx with our hands tied. We laugh when patted on the back and then we die. And I still believe every word - and all the great heroes. And I still believe every word - and all the grand promises. And I still believe every word - and all the stunning progress. And I still believe every word - and still I stay down. I have nothing so I get my head kicked in. Won´t make a sound. Thanx again...
 

Burn it 

Another page in a history book. Another lie to justify the lands we took. Another page in a history book. Another lie to forget the lives we took. History repeats itself in another second. Exploitation for generations and we just don´t get it. Burn it - burn this lie down. Burn it - no more enslavement. Burn it - burn this history page. Burn it - just burn it. Human life is still worth less than possession of power, and we are the slaves of today under fascist co-operations. Structured to maintain the awareness and civilizations we made. The lands we plundered and the cultures we raped, we are all a part of progression. The victims of a capitalist system, just statistics in history books that glorify the mass murders and the genocides. What has changed and what have we accomplished in our strive for equality? Oppression rules and money controls in a world where war is still beneficial for those in power. In a sexist, racist, homophobic existence we still fight for freedom.

Symbols

How come your symbols of freedom only restrict? How come your symbols of pride to me ain´t worth nothing? What better way to oppress us than to make us safe. To make us nod in approval to the limits we created. Our freedom our bill of rights just assureanced to make us abide. To make us serve their purposes and to serve our time. But I will destroy a system that's built on greed, I will destroy tradition that make us bleed, I will shut down the power of all who have lied to me, I will defy their image of what they wan´t me to be.

Sunflower princess 

The weight of my words is not enough to make up for the words I didn´t say. I´m sorry, I didn´t wan´t to close the door, just afraid to suffocate. Inside this these arms I find comfort, I will try not to break another mirror because that would mean that I would only break myself. This body, where has it taken me, forsaked me. Let me be. My eyes never felt this soar. If I only had known more, self centered, myself to blame. Death is fucking you insane. A selfish boy with fear and doubt afraid to let it inside. I promised myself that I won´t break it another time. No questions asked, just answers taken. My guilt, my thoughts, my mind were whose to judge? I think I need to breath, to let the door be open but the only one who is choking me is myself. Why can´t I see that you are the sun, the rain, the fuel I need inside. Why can´t I see? I´ll try. I won´t listen. I´ll cry. Sunflower princess.

I am not me 

I will choose my diet with care and like that wasn´t enough, I already wrote a good bye note to say farewell to you. Your TV-world, your fake ideals, your selfish ways, compromising truth. Nothing has to come to an end. I´m so glad I never followed you. Impossible to progress, burn your flag to possess the strength and knowledge that you repress. I choose my diet with comfort and like that wasn´t enough I wrote you a thank you note for what you tried to make of me. A prepackaged blueprint, a cut to fit product. Thank you for absolutely nothing. We are just blueprints - we are just products. Individuality lost to conformity - I am not me. we are just blueprints - we are just products. Individuality now means anonymity - we are not free.

Everlasting 

This one will not change - turn down that fad again. Complacency - overcome, overdone. Everlasting - I´ve won. No second chance - it´s just begun. Stuck down in convenience, tradition chosen way. Who describes, who decides our idea of fun? I will not become what I despise, I found a reason, your truths are lies. Directed, attached. Reason will overcome the bounds of conformity. We are still waiting. Struggle to overcome generations of second hand liars. Struggle to overcome the past mistakes.

The real

The real revolution starts within. Lock down and caged, our lives directed. We just can´t ignore the real reasons. We are just as much to blame an anyone else. Silent in apathy we won´t make a difference. How can we say that we are a part of the problem, that´s not true. Stereotype values and intoxication won´t bring about change. There´s a reason for the rejection, I feel it in my range. A protest to insuffíciency, a purpose to save and heal. A balance to recover the distorted picture. Words means nothing - action is what counts when I comes down to it - don´t count me out.

Pretty face 

I try to write every line with perfection. Scarred to constant remember the violence, the wound you put me trough. I never meant the pain to you. Weak one shall continue as weak one and when it hurts it won´t be the last time. Clouded thoughts makes it harder to fly. Your pornographic dream is a lie. This pretty face. Suppose I could oppose the role that you set for me. The object you tried to make of me. But this time I will just close my eyes. Bite my lips and and try not to cry. Point that gun at your own head, kill this male ego dead. Constantly fueled, constantly fed, watch this beautiful skin turn red. Your constant abuse, your constant comments, your constant date rapes and constant drive to destroy this pretty face.