Written, produced and performed by bokstaverr.
Co-mixed and mastered by SOLENSKINER.
Additional backing vocals by Kaiser.

Lyrics:

I was thrown out like a bait 
but the hook was left ashore
Those brinks and salvaged hate
Just mere parts of this allure

Entice, but don't ignite
all those people passing by
We are formed in gloomy light
Oh, no, I would never lie...

Now where's this stable mind?
Did it die out on that leash?
Now you're clear, aligned and rhyme
but that scent is stuck in the breeze

I tried to leave behind,
with big steps, the giant find
But the bottom of the sea,
will keep hooks attached to me

I found one worth being hard to believe in
Now it's dying against my will

Fan the flames and determine their life span 
Did that fire even catch my name?

A delusional braille had me stumbling
Oh, the Challenger Deep is in me

The words had appeared right beneath me,
They shed light on the death of lore

Believe me, I'm no serpent
Though I might seem colder than the war

Observe me, I’m emerging
The line forms a noose on the ocean floor 

Explain what I can’t fathom
Can’t you see that the moon in the sky has bred?

At least I’m not yet drowning
Past tense is a king and Macbeth is ahead

As if death would not reach the core
I will probably find this in the next allure

What is my loyalty worth if there is no other choice?
What is my loyalty worth if there is no other choice? 

Ingefaer

Written, produced and performed by bokstaverr.

Lyrics:

I’ve lived enough; the boiling heights were not too steep for me.
(Oh!) They misdemean, but still treat deviance as a leprosy

And we all embarked
All the conventions were to hold me back
But these sensations had me under attack
They brought a meaning to this senseless act
Oh, who would react?

A shack of wood; no water, light or warmth, nor vitamin B. 
A shattered mind; pinpointing foes worse than Julius C

As the earth will sing 
For once I won’t contend, I’ll walk it off  
I don't know what to eat nor when to scoff
These vexing lights now join me day and night
And they won’t leave

Now these keys have locked us
out of the shack indeed
Well, mystique has dragged me
out of my brain with speed

(Drinking all but wine)
Will I stay in this pose and guard the room?
(Should I stay in line?)
Some hints of salt arose, they left a note
(Oh, this sense of mine)
"Fire up the trust and put it down below"
(Why did it all rewind?)
No, I will not fall

But no ropes were there to tie me down to this chair
I was just bound by the thoughts and loosened by the dispair

As the leaves were falling, the woods had vibes of Voltaire
Those who stay will rendezvous with the bigger bear

From The Wheelbarrow

Lyrics:

Hang the steaks up high for the last entrée of tonight 
We’ll be laughing at freaks and despise all altruism 
You’re mistaken, I'm not that well read, I’m just struck by light 
I’m a Dyatlov-dweller, born truth-teller 

As Venus and Mars align, 
I just sustain the high 
Hoping you’ll stay behind 

I’m floating on cloud nine, 
while scared of my bloodline 
I surely went too far 

Ran into my old self while trying to make up my mind 
He described all those things that would pin us to the ground 
No, I know, no eye will know why we left him there to die 

When the martians rebell and crush 
The legion’s already rushed 
Too far to be defied 

Well, chaos belongs to us 
And I don’t know how to flush 
it all down the drain 

While Venus and Mars collide 
Our world seems to be benign 
Sure, let’s go and fry my brain

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credits
released November 7, 2018 
Written, performed, produced and mixed by bokstaverr. 
Mastered by Håkan Åkesson of Nutid Studio.

Beauty Is A Lot Like Sleeping

I know your fears, 
though they’re all encrypted 
Behind closed doors 
Under the cloth 

I know the fool, 
one made from us, 
that makes us all part of this 
What have you done? 

What will you do when faced with all the power that he gives you? 

He has a gift for you 
Will you accept it? 
It seems like it’s twice now 

They’re out to lunch, 
cause there are jobs for them 
But all we need is for them to control the arcs 

All lives are matters of opinions 
Through the biggest joust, 
survive the numbered 

Oh, I have seen the world evolve, 
the post-damned sea 
But I don’t know if they are able to 

Why did I get placed in such a wasteland, 
where it’s already begun? 

All around me I see faces, 
Short hair in blazes 
And it’s such a beauty 

Please, turn around, hear the reason 
Please, turn around, don’t refuse the truth 

Don’t leave me scattered and lost for years 
I’ve got my thrill of popcorn induced tears 

Flesh is a coal mine, a workers field 
Down with distractions, prepare the meal

Credits:
Released November 14, 2018 
Written, performed, produced and mixed by bokstaverr. 
Mastered by Håkan Åkesson of Nutid Studio.

This Dress Is Lovely (feat. Kaiser)

Written, performed, produced and mixed by bokstaverr. 
Mastered by Håkan Åkesson of Nutid Studio.
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Lyrics:

White skies, a lighthouse stuck in gloom 
Contingency, still in the womb
Unanointed, but rich in pride
Are you still allies, Jekyll and Hyde?

Admonitions for the sheer  
That beam’s a fraud, I can’t belie 
What allegiance inhibits us?
The stairs, the birds and all that ice 

In that well
(No, I'm not well!)
They’re thriving
(Stuck on this isle)
Feigned gaps
(There’s no proper map)
push out the pure

I’ve seen the dark 
It had a rose attachment
Meadows harbour graves
(But none of them will leave a trace)

I’ve noticed marks
of the lion’s tooth and claw
Praising all who nod
(While shooting down the rest of us)

To jostle in glades
Suits you up to be the prey
Like unguarded fawns

To jostle in glades
Makes you vulnerable to aches
And you’ll dance till dawn

They fear the hand that’s leading
Some promised land’s succeeding
But how?

They had a hard time reading
between the lines and seeing
the meaning

A joker, a whale
A remedy for all the pain
To cure the enslaved

Hope’s far behind
The world's not well and neither am I
But I’ve put doubt on hold

We’ll jostle in glades
I wish avoidance was my trait
Please, drop this weight

How could you quit
and dismantle, bit by bit,
the patience and wit?

I know these stillborn traitors,
All they want is to beat us to
An imaginary finish line