WIMP LYRICS

1. 1000 Bullets

The king is back. The gun is loaded.
The king is dead. The king is no one.
You are the judge
Chosen by the fury of one thousand bullets.

Make your mind calm and peaceful.
Turn against, turn against the winds,
The fire, the blizzards.
It's not your fault, but it's your wisdom.
Leave your soul like a torch of freedom.
Better ask yourself:

"Am I trembling creature or have I gotten the right?"

The king is back. The gun is loaded.
The king is dead. The king is no one.
"Am I trembling creature or have I gotten the right?"

It's time to get up from your knees
And to destroy all the cages.
It's time to shoot one thousand bullets
In the face of a cowardice.

Are you a sick one?

2. NOVA

The blackout...The Soft Machine...
The unquenchable thirst...
The unquenchable thirst of substances...

A word perishes... A figure perishes...
Will you serve to the lead-pink sunset?

A word is a virus... God is a scent...
The metallic mechanism...
Minds are under the control.
My name is Dust...The gleaming smile...
The aching spine...
I am waiting here for the explosion...

This ticket has exploded...
The beauty. The sinfulness. The miasma...
The war of the sick, cold Sun...
Everything is dying in convulsions...

To the lost!

3. The Black Music

The viscous space hits the eyes and lungs.
The cold of depths charms and ruins us.

The art of dissolution. The art of being indivisible.

The black music spills from the cut throat
With millions of stars, scars, death wars.
The death wars. The black music.

The coition of souls. The purge of a filthy mind.
The powerful energy and the light of insight.

The art of dissolution. The art of being indivisible.

The black music spills from the cut throat
With millions of stars, scars, death wars.

The giant wave drags us into the raw nothing,
Moaning and moaning.
Welcome to the homicide-party.

4. The Idols

I am on my knees in the midst of the black forest.
I pray for the dawn to come. I pray for the stars to shine.
Those who bring a plague. Those who spit diseases.
Now I belong to them.

The cold stones. I have lost my path.
The needle fingers stick into my veins.

Vertigo. A falling and fear. The heavy burden felt on my back.
My skin is torn. The idols are colored in bloody red.
The madness. The leaden air.

The cold stones. I have lost my path.
The needle fingers stick into my veins.

Was I born to suffer? Was I born to die?
Will I be broken by the idols or will I stay alive?

5. Slaughter

The force of thunderstorms,
The force of the mindless crowd
Will crush your gospel truth.
You will be conquered.

Consume. Eat dead souls.
Destroy. Drink your sorrow.

The love will turn to tears.
The death will dance, dance.
The price of eternal wisdom
Is in the scars and pain.

Consume. Eat dead souls.
Destroy. Drink your sorrow.

The wolves are swimming in the blood.
Welcome to slaughter.

The black-hearted rippers harvest
Blind, angry, soulless children
Of gloom and chaos. Veins are
Filled with hatred and mindless virus.
All moral is dictated by the mouth
Of black jackets and ties.

The wolves are coming! The wolves are coming!

6. Dead Man

Only stray dogs and winds love me.
Bearing the weight of your views.
The eternal seeking of a secluded shelter.
Too disappointed to accept the truth.
Happy because of the smooth dying,
Waving the half-empty bottle.
The self-proclaimed king of garbage.
In vino veritas!

Dead man. Dead man.
Kiss my ashes, lick my bones.
Dead man. Dead man.
I was here but now I am gone.

The one with the hole in the chest.
The one who was spat out by forest.
The sun-dried. Let the body float in a river.
The devastated. My flesh will burst.
Alone, alone in the cage of madness.
I am the worst enemy of myself.
The mutilated Sun-bum laughing
On my demise.

Dead man. Dead man.
Kiss my ashes, lick my bones.
Dead man. Dead man.
I was here but now I am gone.

I am howling in the deaf and pale
Infinity of death.

7. Sick and Broke

A life is beautiful as an old dying whore.
The clinking bottles. The smell of burnt flesh.

A booze is the faith and truth
Of hunkies, kings, queens, and fools.
Hey, listen to my crying fate.

Under the dull sky...
I, the contradiction,
Falling into the abyss.
It is a sorry sight.

Are you wasted, dear? I am wasted, dear.

The cold hands.
My fault.
The sad face.
The damp Vault.

I am sick and broke. I am sick and broke.

Feel the beast inside your head
And let him out.

I am sick and broke. I am sick and broke.

8. The Eternal Strife

I am a nomad. I am a hopeless wanderer,
Searching for an endless summer.
I am the most terrible vice,
Hiding in the dark caverns of my soul.
The beast needs a cage, the beast needs a solace.
This is my eternal strife.

The hundreds of roads, the thousands of kilometers,
I have walked on my own.
The pursuit of my dream.

I am on the verge of war and peace.
I need solitude, I hate solitude.
I am searching, I am searching for the place
Where my wrath will die, where is no duality.
This is my eternal strife.

The hundreds of roads, the thousands of kilometers,
I have walked on my own.
The pursuit of my dream.

Faith is inside, it will be revealed.
Peacefulness will be comprehended.

Every time I take a breath,
I fill the beast with life.
He wants to break my chest,
But I will, I will overcome.

The eternal strife. Losing my mind,
Going insane in the name of light.







WIMP LYRICS