BEASTMILK LYRICS

1. Death Reflects Us

Feel the bends
Charge the lens
of Doomsday Tension
I feel the End is nigh

When we´re sleeping
When we´re dreaming
I pick the Bones clean with the light
I pick the Bones clean with the light

Death reflect us in it´s mirror
reaching out to us
and we´re transformed into burning stars
Death reflect us in it´s mirror
Lights the private dark
Breaking out through mind and skull

Feel the strains
See the stains
of ruination
I feel the End is nigh

When we´re sleeping
When we´re dreaming
I pick the Bones clean with the light
I pick the Bones clean with the light

Death reflect us in it´s mirror
reaching out to us
and we´re transformed into burning stars
Death reflect us in it´s mirror
Lights the private dark
Breaking out through mind and skull

2. The Wind Blows Through Their Skulls

Short circuit signals
crawl the pavements of my mind
intermittent voices call of the atomic kind

I can´t sleep through dead dreams
as blood buildings boil
contimanet flesh machines
black clouds from furnace coil

The wind blows through their skulls
as the night begins to shine
with tongues that whip the tombs
the air will set their bones on fire

Radiation hunger
cold war a secret sign
my ghost whisper to my ghost
"am I nuclear genocide?"

I can´t sleep through dead dreams
as blood buildings boil
contimanet flesh machines
black clouds from furnace coil

The wind blows through their skulls
as the night begins to shine
with tongues that whip the tombs
the air will set their bones on fire

3. Genocidal Crush

Kiss slit throaths, mute limbs grope
the wicks of an eye, a hangman´s rope
drug-white night, a supper of knives
spittle in hair, claw the air
I´ll bring the devil and you read the details

Shock takes hold, a gentle choke
bones grind bone, wet skin´s cold
meat rubbed wih salt,suck suck suck
broken necks neck, lick the stroke

Out of the sighs, come sweet ills tonight

An innocent kiss turns to lust
I´ve got genocidal crush
when it all gets too much
I feel genocidal crush
when we touch touch touch touch
I´ve got genocidal crush
when the blood starts to rush
I´ve got genocidal crush

Gaggle of wounds, lunatic swoon
a moments ache, cancerous shake
burning lust, filling the cup
beating back tears, tearing up
our visions come to life,
the world deserves to die

Shock takes hold, a gentle choke
bones grind bone, wet skin´s cold
meat rubbed wih salt,suck suck suck
broken necks neck, lick the stroke

Out of the sighs, come sweet ills tonight

An innocent kiss turns to lust
I´ve got genocidal crush
when it all gets too much
I feel genocidal crush
when we touch touch touch touch
I´ve got genocidal crush
when the blood starts to rush
I´ve got genocidal crush

Out of the sighs, come sweet ills tonight

Out of the sighs, come sweet ills tonight

Out of the sighs, come sweet ills tonight

An innocent kiss turns to lust
I´ve got genocidal crush
when it all gets too much
I feel genocidal crush
when we touch touch touch touch
I´ve got genocidal crush
when the blood starts to rush
I´ve got genocidal crush

4. You Are Now Under Our Control

Every thought is abducted
in locker room brawls
your body boils in the mind yard
in an image of your fall
psychosexual severance
no skin swap escape
while I game for your reality
you will abide and obey and obey and obey

You are now under our control
you are now under our control
Your future is fiction
your inner self is cruel hoax

You are now under our control
you are now under our control
no fire from any other lips
will mouth the words
to free your soul

Overmind godforms
gargoylian law
your only comfort
is a clenched fist
head against the wall

You are now under our control
you are now under our control
Your future is fiction
your inner self is cruel hoax

You are now under our control
you are now under our control
no fire from any other lips
will mouth the words
to free your soul

We conspired against you
you pulled short straws
one dimensional hologram
out demon out
two-headed thightrope
recoils and reboots
a little side show brainwash
like snakes in the skull of a child

You are now under our control
you are now under our control
Your future is fiction
your inner self is cruel hoax

You are now under our control
you are now under our control
no fire from any other lips
will mouth the words
to free your soul

5. Ghosts Out Of Focus

Bronze my bones with black howls
turn my body into dreams
spectral spools of movie stills
blank shadows in the seats
as my mind spills like milk
drip across the screen
reach down into the black
kiss death´s soft underbelly
where we met...

We´re two ghosts out of focus
a smear on the projector
we´re two ghosts out of focus
what the lens couldn´t capture

Our secrets in celluloid
our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts

Where a hundred haunts hawk
we found our pleasures
drawn in underwater chalk
like silent traces
a crevice full of crack-ups
home to captured vapours
slip down into the black
trace the scriptless pages
where we met...

We´re two ghosts out of focus
a smear on the projector
we´re two ghosts out of focus
what the lens couldn´t capture

Our secrets in celluloid
our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts

We´re two ghosts out of focus
a smear on the projector
we´re two ghosts out of focus
what the lens couldn´t capture

Our secrets in celluloid
our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts

6. Nuclear Winter

Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red
fires at the dawn of the city´s edge
ripping up roads, making like the dead
long lost friendships hanging in the wind
rag-tag scarecrows blown in the snow
abandoned buildings row by row
all the colours of grey in a fall- out fog
the human country lit up like a cross

Oh what the future holds
there´s no future
oh whta the future hides
there´s no future
Oh what the future holds
there´s no future
oh whta the future hides
there´s no future

We could be an army, we could dig a grave
we´re hot on heels of an atomic wave
kickking up dust on bright dead sun
you light a cigarette, I´ll bring the guns
nowhere to go to, waiting to come
itching as the cold pressure turns us on
a fugitive-hunger clatter of bones
bringing the sound of the bomb-blast home

Into the Nuclear Winter
Nuclear
Nuclear Winter!
into the Nuclear Winter
Nuclear
Nuclear Winter!

Frost cloaks the backs of the shuffling souls
as they moan through the smog
with an eerie drawl
palace of pale white ancient scars
entombed glacial quilted cars
the cold desert drift, diamond flesh
you´ll only see as far as your hand will stretch
limbs shake with fear of the nuclear blues her a man has no learn how to lose

7. Fear Your Mind

Charley Manson´s Blue and Red
goona shoot the president dead
give in to the voices in your head

I would be your cult
I would be your trigger
Let me be your mind fucker

November 7´07
Pekka-Eric Auvinen
forget your fantasies of heaven

Colorado movie heights
dark night in his sights
this curtain fall will be your last

Fight the struggle to outrun
walking up to all that´s lost
scared to close your eyes

What man am I
to wash these stains
where monsters are replaced
and scattered pawns fall away?

Mind on mind
we search for signs
fists of fears that teeth will grind
and worry our bones into the grave

Better mind your thoughts
and fear your mind
Better mind your thoughts
and fear your mind

8. Love In A Cold World

Heart-break, behind your eyes
and crooked corners of a smile
mysteries of distance
rootles
grown apart
fresh meat for vulture mobs
two headlights in parking lot
pulling away...

Holding on to love in a cold world
I´m holding on to love
Crying out in a dead universe
I´m holding on to love

Holding on to love in a cold world
I´m holding on to love
Crying out in a dead universe
I´m holding on to love

Holding on to love in a cold world
I´m holding on to love
Crying out in a dead universe
I´m holding on to love

Caught in lonely orbit
of Saturn´s shattered arms
tumble horse and rider
into shipwrecked beds
as if one fearless kiss could crush
this joy-burner´s gasp
compressing into dust

Holding on to love in a cold world
I´m holding on to love
Crying out in a dead universe
I´m holding on to love

Holding on to love in a cold world
I´m holding on to love
Crying out in a dead universe
I´m holding on to love

Holding on to love in a cold world
I´m holding on to love
Crying out in a dead universe
I´m holding on to love

9. Surf The Apocalypse

When the sun ignites the boggy swamp ( in which our bodies lie)
our jaded eyes should trip the light like phosphrescent fires
When reapers of the rift pull your name from their boney lips
you better stand up on your grave and surf the apocalypse

Rails laid For Funeral Trains
another sip of bile again
heading for the palace of the gutter
shaking like a quarrel of mothers
come cry in the wrath of love
don´t dream of a heaven above
`til christ warms his campfire warboots
let the tongues of a corpse addres you!

When reapers of the rift pull your name from their boney lips
you better stand up on your grave and surf the apocalypse

Corpse-rollers on gasmasked goats
rolling dice on rotten souls
a game of bones and throats
this is how you´re bought and sold
submerged skull smiles flirt
perfumes of exhaust fume dirt
sliding round the atomic wave town
This is the way the shit comes down

Let´s go surfing now
everybody´s learning how
let´s go surfing now
everybody´s learning how

10. Strange Attractors

This terrible world
you unfasten in my mind
each ancient minute
rewires my heart
held in a kiss-spell
of electric blood
and the night comes undone
and the night comes undone

Strange attractors
lost in the opium
of desire...desire...desire...
desire...desire
holding hands full of fire

The stillnes of now
charged atoms collide
a new hip moon
in our eyes rise
sleeping with frictions
glued to our mind

a fatal distraction
a fatal distraction

Feels so strange
it can´t be wrong
feels so strange
it can´t be wrong

Strange attractors
lost in the opium
of desire...desire...desire...
desire...desire
holding hands full of fire







BEASTMILK LYRICS