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THE BOMBSESSIONS (2005) EP
All words by Øyvind Sarheim (* except "Reconsidering Sally" by Erlend Lånke)

Massacre of Man

Wasteland after wasteland
buried corpses
as monuments of mankind
Left behind to rot
in the shreds of a dying world

Surrounded by rusted armory
figures in human history
Without a face, without memory
slaves of centuries
carved out brains
removed all veins

Killed beliefs
perverted & wrecked
Your dreams, your care
led us to dispare
Now we're drowning in the fear
the fear of not acchieving

Are we burnt out from the start
molested & corrupted
Did we ever stop to breathe?
Swollowing another perversity
making room for an even worse

A world of rotting excrements
from dust we become to dust
walking dead as someones instruments
the massacre of man...


The Pain of Revenge

Insert the knife
& twist and turn
we've settled for shit
going nowhere but here
down here between the concrete walls
as the roaches of mankind
served and reasoned
better off to be imprisoned

for every prison cell there should be a grenade...

feed the pain of revenge!
the taste of life!

Raped whores
we're the walking dead
chained & left without option
fucked over day by day
and in the end
that's what we've learnt
was our cause

For every prison cell there should be a grenade..

feed the pain of revenge
the taste of life!

and so they sleep safely
away from the distant life
with the scum of the earth
locked up & out of sight..

feed the pain of revenge!
slaves of centuries
carved out brains
removed all veins


Always Ahead

Heading for progress
speeding up
fast forward
while our hearts & minds don't go nowhere
never satisfied
leave our needs aside
keep searching desperate
selling our lives as if they were worth nothing

keep going
and you'll get there
nothing left but the final run
keep going
and you'll get there!

Running ahead
running ahead
running ahead
and speeding on!
running ahead
we're running ahead!

Living lifetimes
stribing to make it
bury your life
in the progress & forget it
bring competition to your grave
it'll save you the effort
what do we need alternatives for
when they're already settled

A life to remember
wasted away
forgotten in a glimpse
what is to come
is still ahead
seems we've got enough
to handle anyways!!

still we're
running ahead
running ahead
running ahead
and still speeding on!
Running ahead!


Reconsidering Sally *

Wear your hatred
like a badge of honour
while preaching peace
and sick prosperity

the ruthless men of mercy
appreciate the irony
of the sacred democrazy

cherades & cliches
to cover up the essence
medieval rhetorics
to maintain oblivion

the ruthless men of mercy
appreciate the irony
of the sacred democrazy

"thou shall not kill"
"thou shall not kill"
"thou shall not kill"
yeah right!

Tear down the borders
between christianity
and hypocrazy
do us a favour
please take your toasters
along in the bath!

the ruthless men of mercy
appreciate the irony
of the sacred democracy!


The Wrath of Production

As the days get mixed between
the grey and black shades
A frame of cheap moments
As the choises reduce
too bored to come alive
to passive amuse

Tied by the rope of destruction
the wires of the machine
the wrath of production
give safety
of never exploring life

Scheduled programs
day by day
a company call
pumping in our veins
as the dead sing their hymn
while the smell of shit remains

tied by the rope of destruction
the wires of the machine
the wrath of production
give safety of never
never exploring life!