PARTY LIKE IT'S 1939 
Evolution sucked us dry 
Passed us by 
Hardly made it through the winter 
Failed to keep up 
Failed to meet the standards 
Rubbish toys 
On an assembly line 

Somewhere 
Along the road 
We broke ourselves 
To bend new rules 

Are you up 
For yet another re-enactment of the end? 
Let this be our epitaph 
Burnt full circle now 
No, you won’t recognize what you see 

Somewhere 
Along the road 
We broke ourselves 
To bend new rules 

I’m gone, I’m gone 
Just reaping what we’ve sown 

Somewhere 
Along the road 
We broke ourselves 
To bend new rules

Credits:
Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen

Cover photo by Carsten Aniksdal.

www.thissect.com

Party Like It's 1939

DETOX THE SOUL 
What good is a road 
Paved with good intentions 
When there are cracks 
In the sidewalks? 

Hookers with hearts of gold 
Are up for show 
They rub knees raw 
We rub knees raw 
Oh, rub knees raw 

Detox the soul 
Stigmata needles 
Like clockwork 
Are punching holes 

The trophy daydream has a body, has a form 
That’s its head firmly mounted on the wall 
A damn fine conversation piece 
As we stagger, we limp in line 
In a life of truth-crime 
Perfect tans, retarded sunshine 

Detox the soul 
Stigmata needles 
Like clockwork 
Are punching holes 

Glorified crutches 
Sexy yet skeletal 
Oh so easily impressed 
By the latest pedestal 

Glorified crutches 
Sexy yet skeletal 
All so easily oppressed 
By the latest pedestal 

(Those are dirty fingers on your penis, son)

Credits:
Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen

Cover photo by Carsten Aniksdal.

www.thissect.com

Detox the Soul

LINES ON A TRAIL 
By default 
As we get built 
We get lost 
In fake blood 
And surprise endings 
Because our night, it itches 
Though we can never call it our own 
Because when the lights go off 
That’s when the body, it - 
It stops 

We’re stuck, we’re stuck here 
Stuck in a movement 
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here 
Stuck in this moment 
Like lines on a trail 

Beating hearts in ragged forms 
Wobbly skeletons in crowded closets 
As motions become fractured blurs 
And we cling to your hands 
Too afraid to let go 

We’re stuck, we’re stuck here 
Stuck in a movement 
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here 
Stuck in this moment 
Like lines on a trail 

You surely love what you’ve begotten 
But how can you love what we’ve become? 

We are ill-defined 
Though we move, we move just fine 
We are the clay, the putty in your hands 
Barely making a dent, never flashing a sign 

And we cling to your hands 
Too afraid to let go 
How we cling to your hands 
Too afraid to let go 

We’re stuck, we’re stuck here 
Stuck in a movement 
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here 
Stuck in this moment 
Like lines on a trail

Credits:
Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen

Cover photo by Carsten Aniksdal.

www.thissect.com

Lines on a Trail

HERITAGE CROWN 
Just like jaded lovers 
We take turns 
Take turns 
The stars 
In our eyes 
Got great potential 
But nothing special 
We wear each other thin 
We wear each other out 

These constant reminders 
Will do, for you 
They pull you through 
It is the work 
You were set here to do 

We carry the load 
Get stuck with the burden 
We line up the shots 
As each battle is lost 

And it drips on down 
I see the heritage crown 
I wear it upside down 
It’s in my blood now 

You see, 
The casket 
I was supposed 
To drowse off in 
There’s no peace in it 
It’s occupied 
Finite 
Or infinite 
It’s occupied 
Occupied 

And it drips on down 
I see the heritage crown 
I wear it upside down 
It’s in my blood now 

But me 
My flesh is weak 
It cracks and rips 
As each day 
Unhinges those jaws 
As each day 
Sinks its teeth in 

And it drips on down 
I see the heritage crown 
I wear it upside down 
It’s in my blood now 

And we just couldn’t shake the curse 
They built catacombs inside of us 
And all our trials and errors 
They’d sneak up from behind of us 
Like hushed info … 
On a tapped line 
Hushed … Info 

And it drips on down 
I see the heritage crown 
I wear it upside down 
It’s in my blood now

Credits:
Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen
Additional guitar and vocals on "Heritage crown": Gunnar Kjellsby 

Cover photo by Carsten Aniksdal.

www.thissect.com

Heritage Crown

BOOKBURNER 
Out burning books 
Like a crossed out visionary 
Dead in beat and dead in weight 
Digging for clues in wet soil 
Dragging feet in cement shoes 
Fired up some crutches 
Ran out of wood

When all it takes 
To get my ten minutes 
Of warmth 
Are old books 
Inked in bad blood 
Frigid hands are thawing 
This busy furnace 
Will have to do 
As a lobotomy 
As my lobotomy

And if life is a wheel 
This is the detour 
Walked a narrow path 
Along crooked roads

Climbed the hills 
Through their catacombs 
Got lost in worlds 
Built on last rites

Erasing restricted parts 
Of wayward documents 
I’ll wipe the slate clean 
I’ll cut the noose 
And shift the blame 
To clear my name

A bookburner 
A personal 
History 
Revisionist 
A bookburner

Credits:
Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen

Cover photo by Carsten Aniksdal.

www.thissect.com

Bookburner

IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S THEM 
All done in your best interest: 
They clutter through what’s pure in you 
Pin you down, screw it in, wear you thin 
They go in easy … Go in easy … 
Cold hands … Shake hands … 
Cold hands ... 
Shake 

You see, my dear 
It’s never you 
You’re sometimes here 

Real comfort 
Lies in cruelty 
Demented love 
Somewhat motherly 

Cold hands … Shake hands … 
Cold hands ... 
Shake 

You see, my dear 
It’s never you 
You’re sometimes here 

But in the end 
It’s them 
It’s always them 

The faces that you wore 
They weren’t yours 
And all those pieces missing 
Where did they end up now? 
When you’ve shed enough skin 
They’ll build a brand new you 

You see, my dear 
It’s never you 
You’re sometimes here 

But in the end 
It’s them 
It’s always them 
(The end)

Credits:
Released May 23rd 2014 
Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen

Cover photo by Carsten Aniksdal.

www.thissect.com

It's Not You, It's Them

The first single from our album 'Shake the Curse', coming May 23rd 2014.

BOOKBURNER 
Out burning books 
Like a crossed out visionary 
Dead in beat and dead in weight 
Digging for clues in wet soil 
Dragging feet in cement shoes 
Fired up some crutches 
Ran out of wood 

When all it takes 
To get my ten minutes 
Of warmth 
Are old books 
Inked in bad blood 
Frigid hands are thawing 
This busy furnace 
Will have to do 
As a lobotomy 
As my lobotomy 

And if life is a wheel 
This is the detour 
Walked a narrow path 
Along crooked roads 

Climbed the hills 
Through their catacombs 
Got lost in worlds 
Built on last rites 

Erasing restricted parts 
Of wayward documents 
I’ll wipe the slate clean 
I’ll cut the noose 
And shift the blame 
To clear my name 

A bookburner 
A personal 
History 
Revisionist 
A bookburner

Credits:
Released 09 April 2014 
Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype 

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen 

Cover photo by Jostein Gjertsen.

www.thissect.com

The second single from our album 'Shake the Curse', coming May 23rd 2014.

MAKE SHIT SHINE 
You stayed up late 
Compiling lists of lies 
Another sexy quitter 
With full sets of alibis 
Fully aware, 
That you were born 
To be the next in line

‘Cause you’re going 
To hell with style 
Got ways 
To make shit ... 
Shine

Apprentice salesman 
With backroom promises 
Too much to answer for 
There’s always room for more

And each loss … Will be your gain

The everlasting charade 
Of the reclusive Alpha Male 
Such a busy body 
Up against 
Impossible odds

‘Cause you’re going 
To hell with style

Another silver spoon 
Blacks out the moon

There’s a hollow 
In your mouth 
Where your truth 
Went missing

There’s no shudder 
Yet it’s cold 
‘Cause your soul’s 
Been cheating

Yeah, you’re going 
To hell with style 
Got ways 
To make shit ... 
Shine

Credits:
Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen

Cover photo by Øystein H. Horgmo.

www.thissect.com

Make Shit Shine

Nil And Void

Pink In Red

Norwegian post-punk weirdos. New album "Shake the curse" out on vinyl/DL NOW: bit.ly/1ka2Qh2