Trapped on a flying speck of dust
A meaningless invention soon to fade away
A blink with the eye and the beasts had to die
Everything that has ever happened a mere moment in time

Life, well what is it really worth?
All suffering's pointless, the universe absurd
Words lose their meaning, objects their use
Pretend you've got a role, no freedom of choice

Bad Faith

Locked in a cage
Trapped and hungry
As they fill the stage
He's still feeling lonely 
A cry for affection
A frail attempt to feel
No sense of connection
Behind the bars of steel
     
Sharp abdominal pain 
and thoughts of being king
Trying to stay sane		
A broken voice trying to sing
Still hungry 
Though he hated food
Still hungry
Behind the bars; thin and crude

Nothing fits my taste
Hence I live like this
It's not the dream I chased
I dreamt of meaning and bliss
Nothing fits my taste
Hence I live like this
I dream It's not a waste
But then reality hits





Hunger Artist

I feel it sharp in my chest
I feel it closing my throat
I feel it stealing reality

It's impending
My legs are trembling
I see something watching
Can't quite make it out 

Something taking over my vision
Strange colours 
and no one's there

It's too late
Now there's nothing I can do 
I'll just close my eyes


Impending

Three days and counting
Three days and counting
Listening, keeping a watchful eye 
The open window showing the sky 
Streams of light gently shining through 
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing new 

Three days and counting
Three days and counting
It’s getting heavier, the border’s close 
Turn around and take another dose
Arms chained, legs too 
Who’s real and what’s really true? 

Shattered glass and a broken reflection
Lines shooting in every direction
A faint feeling, a faint voice
A huge wall of alien noise 
Three days
Three days 
Three days
Three days 


Three Days

Fear

Where are my arms
where are my feet
Come off it now, this is taking too long
Something must be totally and utterly wrong  
I hope it won't last too long
No, I hope it won't last too long

Fear

Where are my pills
Where is my will
Don't let them go to waste
I just want it all erased
I hope it won't last too long
No, I hope it won't last too long

What is that sound?
What is that feeling?
It's fear
It's on and on
Fear
It's on and on 


Diazepam

The billboards and the broken faces 
Stare into the concrete mazes
Planting a seed at every junction
Plotting us into their function 

Static waves and electrical steel 
A range of emotion you can’t feel
Gently penetrating the subconscious
A flickering noise that is constant 

It’s all calculated and planned 
It’s all getting out of hand 
Take me out of here
Take me somewhere

Soft Geometry

I 
Not I 
Not behind these expressions
I
Not I
Not master of these actions
Not I
Not I 
Not
Not
Life is waiting to continue
Amidst the rabble of words 
Flying around like birds
Eating nothing but the bones
Language, a foreign virus
What does it even mean anyway? 
I
Not I 
Not behind these expressions
I
Not I 
Not master of these actions
Not

Not I

Experimental music from Denmark

Gear: 
Arturia Minibrute
Arturia Microbrute
MFB 522 
Old Hohner Soprano Melodica
EHX Frequency Analyzer ring modulator pedal
Shitty sounding delay and reverb pedals
Crappy mixer with no off-button
Bullshit microphone that never works
A 70's sounding phaser that is absolutely useless
Overpriced midi-clock

Kulturindustrie

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