SCHAFT LYRICS

1. Olive

With head cut open
I want to feed on what flows out from you...
Have you never felt the same?
I want to take you in through the mouth
Your cells
Your blood vessels
Your everything
Your memory
Your lifeblood itself

With head torn open
I want to drink on what flows out from you...
I have often felt this way
I want to make you mine completely
Your memory
Your life
Your everything
Your love
And the very core of you
The dream evaporates
Once more my usual self
Once more your usual self
Another day begins
Another uneventful day

2. The HERO INside

He comes to me
The man with no face
A hero in a mask of raw flesh
He is a simple genius
Flower blood cells
The hero inside my brain

Oh, the burning sands, the greasy rope
Electric hands, my broken hope
My mind machine
I feel my stomach churn
[Bathsheba burns]
The blood red rain will stain your name
Behold the Lord of Pain

He speaks, I cannot hear
But I understand
He plugs me into his socket
I slip into his brain
Flower blood cells
The hero inside my brain

Yours is the mark
One hopeless dream
And comes your guilt
This sordid stream
My mind machine
I feel my stomach churn
[Bathsheba burns]
The blood red rain will stain your name
Behold the Lord of Pain

He comes to me
The man with no face
A hero in a mask of raw flesh
He is a simple genius
Flower blood cells
The hero inside my brain

Oh, the burning sands, the greasy rope
Electric hands, my broken hope
My mind machine
I feel my stomach churn
[Bathsheba burns]
The blood red rain will stain your name
Behold the Lord of Pain!

3. Thirsty Fly

Any sense of dignity you have felt
Any sense of reality, I need help
Any sense of this animal you could be
Any sense at all, give it to me
Any sense at all, give it to me
Give it to me, come unto me
Come under me, come under me

Lie to believe
One mile to concede
Here I thirst and I plead
Burn that skin off your knees
Burn that skin off your knees

Any sense of hope and what could be
I wash away in self pity
In the grip and grime, this muddled time
I throw more wine on the drowning mind
Any sense at all
Give it to me, come unto me
Come under me, come under me

Lie to believe
One mile to concede
Here I thirst and I plead
Burn that skin off your knees
Burn that skin off your knees

Who's the one who saw him die?
"I am," said the fly
"With my little eye
I'm the one who saw him die"
"Put a little sugar on there baby
And a little talcum is always welcome"

Little busy thirsty fly
Drink with me
And drink as I
Little busy thirsty fly
Drink with me
Get drunk as I
Little busy thirsty fly
Drink with me
And drink as I
Little busy thirsty fly
Drink with me and watch me die

Lie to believe
One mile to concede
Here I thirst and I plead
Burn that skin off your knees
Burn that skin off your knees

4. SKF10047

[Instrumental]

5. Nothing

I scrape my name off the seven sins of excess
I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of success
I scratch my sodden, sin-stained eyes
I scratch my sodden, sin-stained eyes
With the suffering of my kin and kind
With the suffering of my kin and kind
With the suffering my killing's kind
My killing kind
My killing kind
My killing's kind
My killing's kind

I wanna know how you feel from the inside out
I wanna know how it feels out of my sinside on your inside
I'm on the inside

This is the anthem of the dispossessed
This is the endless chain that sprouts aggression
This is the bigotry that grows and grows into oppression
I am the poison water that lies within your well
These words are wind though you wear them well
The wretched blade turns to your wrists
Endows it with its special gifts

I scratch my sodden, sin-stained eyes
I scratch my sodden, sin-stained eyes
With the suffering of my killing kind
My killing kind
My killing kind
My killing's kind
My killing's kind

6. Slice

Once, twice, sometimes thrice
I came for you with a Stanley knife
Once, twice
With a Stanley knife
Nicely, nicely, come on, excite me
I wanna feel your metal slice me
Feel, defile, oh so dumb
I see you hurt, now here I come
I'm silent, I'm violent
Lie still while I have my will
I'm soon hot, soon cold
A mismarriage of velvet, how I felt it

My skin aflame, my mind is lame
You twist this knot and feed my pain
My skin aflame, my mind is lame
You twist this knot and feed my pain
Slice, slice, here comes the knife
Slice, slice, here comes the knife
My skin aflame, my mind is lame
You twist this knot and feed my pain
Feed the fire on my funeral pyre

Your secret skin will spell my name
Your secret skin will shelter me
Your secret skin will smell of me
Your secret skin will hide this shame

You're the pearl, I'm the pain
You're the lesion, I'm the lesson
I hear a great big noise inside my head
A squinting eye, a squeezing finger
Bide the hurts with a chink of lead
There's a fear-filled blood red sea in my mind
A fount of lies is my legacy
Gimme the space and I'll show you the pace
You're the fish, I'm the foul meat in the middle
Turn up the fire, put the flesh on the griddle
You're the place that holds me in its spell
That holds me like the native place
To you I talk, walk, and stalk
The seaboard secret strikes the line
The land I burn is all that's mine
Burn your lover
Burn your shrine

Your secret skin will spell my name
Your secret skin will shelter me
Your secret skin will smell of me
Your secret skin will hide this shame

Fill my cup and bide my time
I'm the silent cyclone, the silent medicine
This killin' is fillin' my cup to the brim
You obey while I betray
I taste and die, heave and cry
Yearn for one more reddened eye
The tree, the flower, and the seed
Will separate and dry and bleed

7. Broken English

I could have got through anytime
Cold, lonely puritan
What are you fighting for?
It's not my security
It's just an old war
Not even a cold war

Don't say it in Russian
Don't say it in German
Just say it in broken English
Just say it in broken English

Lose your father, your husband
Your mother, your children
What are you fighting for?
It's not my reality
It's just an old war
It's not even a cold war

Don't say it in Russian
Don't say it in German
Just say it in broken English
Just say it in broken English

What are you fighting for?

I could have got through anytime
Cold, lonely puritan
What are you fighting for?
It's not my security
It's just an old war
It's not even a cold war

Don't say it in Russian
Don't say it in German
Just say it in broken English
Just say it in broken English

What are you fighting for?

8. Merry Christmas On Mars

[Instrumental]

9. InFORMation

I saw the local cable company
They came and dug up the road
They cut the roots and killed the tree
To give me information overload
They laid an optical vein with a heart of glass
So the rich infuse, but the poor are bypassed

No need to qualify distinction
Of any other creature if alive or in extinction
Somebody gifted with a scanner and a keypad
Can rustle up an animal in cyberspace and time dad
Can it be really real as Takarazuka?
A message that is subtle as a kiss from a bazooka
Come into the water, don't be scared of a verruca
Erase that from your mind, the bottom line is filthy lucre

They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?
They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?

If you're virtually hungry, eat a virtual meal
If you're virtually sick, then do you virtually heal?
With a virtual brain, invent a virtual wheel
You're a virtual slave, but the kneeling is real

We're going for a swim in someone else's stream of consciousness and I hope that we don't drown...

A change of perception
Under pain of deception
Latest stab into modernity
Chew the flavour of eternity
How does anybody else feel?
Who can tell me what's the real deal?
Will the glove and goggle free you?
Or put your consciousness in curfew?

No need to answer any question
The mass of information giving mental indigestion
Somebody lacking Internet without a modem
Is waiting for the chance of overrating what you show them
Can it be as really real as waking in a fever?
Asleep inside a dream that's advertising Unilever?
Come into the universe of corporate dementia
Where everybody swaps their teeth for permanent indenture

They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?
They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?

If you're virtually hungry, eat a virtual meal
If you're virtually sick, then do you virtually heal?
With a virtual brain, invent a virtual wheel
You're a virtual slave, but the kneeling is real

They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?

10. Visual Cortex

Alive in the desert heat, the sun holds her heart
As it drains every breath and tears limbs apart

And no one to know
And no one to see (???)
And no one to hear
That final ghostly cry

Alive in the desert heat, the sun holds her heart
As it drains every breath and tears limbs apart

As night lays its shroud
She lies down to wait
And the moon cools her bones
As it seals her fate

And no one to know
And no one to see (???)
And no one to hear
That final ghostly cry

11. Fetid Air

I was coming up for air
I was sick, she was despair
My mind was thrilling
Her body was willing
How I weep to sleep
I count the cost
I can't believe all that I have lost

Do you hear me?
Or feel me?
Believe me?
When I tell you could I bleed?
Less than is needless, could you be
Shamed, damned, and blamed, like I shame you?

I was gonna get my share
I was drunk on the fetid air
She was breathing
I was seething
She was blotched, beautiful, bloody, and bored
I was coming, and coming, and coming
It was running on her open sores

Do you hear me?
Or feel me?
Believe me?
When I tell you could I bleed?
Less than is needless, could you be
Shamed, damned, and blamed?

Do you hear me?
Or feel me?
Believe me?
When I tell you could I bleed?
Less than is needless, could you be
Shamed, damned, and blamed, like I shame you?
Like I shame you

I've got a legacy of hot nights and bloody heights
I was brief, baby
She was my, my, my relief
Now I hide in the light and in the love
And in this fear of a switchblade

Do you hear me?
Or feel me?
Believe me?
When I tell you could I bleed?
Less than is needless, could you be
Shamed, damned, and blamed, like I shame you?
Like I shame you, and you, and you?
Like I shame you?
Like I shame you, and you, and you?
Like I shame you?

12. Arbor Vitate

This is the good for my belief
This is the gun for my relief
This is the god
This is the gun
One is for killing
One is for fun... fun... FUN!

POW POW!
Easy come
POW POW POW!
Easy go
POW POW!
Easy come
POW POW POW!
Easy go
This is the good for my belief
This is the bullet for my relief
This is the god
This is the gun
One is for killing
One is for fun

I am the town that loves to lie
That shame passed by
This is the city where the windows weep
The only answer to my conceit
My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight
My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight
This is the good for my belief
This is the bullet for my relief
This is the god
This is the gun
One is for killing
One is for fun

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I could kill someone tonight
Slip and slide to the hurt and high
Run around with a switchblade
Come with you in the morning light

My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight
My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight

This finger itches for the spike and soon
In this city where you weep
Into the womb that is your only tomb

My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight
My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight
My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight
My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight

You are the one I recognize
But in your warmth I could realize
I am the sum of all I despise
But I soon start to feel... ALIVE!

This is the god
This is the gun
One is for killing
One is for fun
My god is good, my god is right
He'll give me what I need tonight

13. Cold Light

In your cold light, I make this gun my lawful wife
In your cold light, I come alive with a Stanley knife
In your cold light, I can see right through my life
Take me, my maker
Got the noose, got the neck
If only I could break her, hate her, save her
If only I could break her, hate her, save her from you

In your cold light, I walk into Tinseltown
In your cold light, these sheets are lit with broken hearts
In your cold light, I will soon surrender
Here comes success
With your fear, with your fist, and a flick of the wrist

Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop, chop, chop off your head

I'm coming on success
With your fear, with your fist, and a flick of the wrist
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head

SURRENDER!

Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop, chop, chop off your head

SURRENDER!







SCHAFT LYRICS