• Inner surge
• Patrick Moraz
• Taproot
• Against Me
• Aceyalone
• Chain Of Strength

Keep on pushing harder against these walls
This time we break through them all
And stop searching so helplessly on the outside
Throw myself over the end of the line
Neither pre-meditated or planned
I don't know when or if I'll land
Impact
No more vulnerability
Clean break
But your eyes they can't see me
Because I'm finding freedom in captivity
The powers that point the finger at you
They are the same ones that have had you slaving away
But no matter how long they cover up the truth
It will come back shining brightly in their eyes one day
We line up to shake the hand that blames
But when it points at us we are ready to fight
I've wasted so much time in the shadow of shame
It's time to stand up and step into the light
Hunger
I can almost smell it in the air
Trying to hide it
You say that you don't care
But I know inside you're bruised and sore
And you'd give your life for something more

Located on a plateau, surrounded by a jungle of strange vegetation and
animals, stands a building, i.
An "hotel", offering to people of all creeds, colours and sexes the
realisation of their impossible dreams, people united only in search of
the ultimate experience.
i stands for initiation, identity, idealism, integration, illumination,
immortality, infinity...
The building is controlled by a sphere hovering overhead, within which
is stored all information on the emotions, sentiments and sensations of
all the people in the various rooms.
From all over the world people are attracted to this centre. The bait
is the possibility of experiences way beyond normal existence... they
are offered the fulfilment of all their dreams, all their hopes, all
their secret ambitions and desires. And they flock in, the disappointed,
those who have realised that any hope of development and personal
fulfilment in the outside world is forever gone, that their futures are
as barren as their boring presents.
The only price is the same as the reward: -life itself. For if, after
careful screening, the applicant is allowed to take part in the various
ñgamesî on the different floors -after he has continued through his own
idealised situations he will die. This has been, until this story
starts, irrevocable.
However, there is a key -a key which so far has not been found -a
possibility of escape.
After he has entered the building, the searcher can only go up. He must
rise through sensations of ever increasing magnitude, artificial
situations of greater and greater challenge. Some, despite the
delicately beneficial manoeuvring of the omniscient sphere, which can
slightly aid when difficulties become too great, surpass the abilities
of the individual. However, he MUST rise, conquering all obstacles,
learning his own final limits, and he can never turn back. He sets his
own pace for the ascent, it may take years for the completion of the
course, but there is only one direction for him.
All the while his progress, his feelings, everything he does and is, is
monitored by the overhead globe -each despair, when the problems seem
insurmountable, each surge of triumph over a victory, his pains, his
lusts, his pleasures, his ecstasies, are recorded, electronically
stored, and the best sensations transmitted for the most popular
entertainment of the rest of the world.
And, seven times each year, the winners of the floors, those who have
successfully completed the course, are pushed out onto the diving board
by the attendants, to plunge in a few minutes the distance it has taken
years to mount.
The ground onto which the bodies fall is transparent, and reduces every
body instantly to its component atoms. Below, stretching deep beneath
the earth, is another, similar building, like a reflection of the one
towering above. There, the reconstituted diver will experience the
inverse of the previous conditions.
Somewhere, sometime in the building a man and a woman meet and fall in
love, deeply, truly, completely. Sometimes they go through the games and
tests together, sometimes they are separated, sometimes during the games
they are paired with others, sometimes they compete with each other -but
always they are in love, and they are determined that their final
sacrifice shall be together. So they rise, and approach the top.
The days of sacrifice, the payment of the ultimate price, life, are
always popular. People gather to watch their favourite heroes, whose
developments have been recorded and electronically relayed for so long,
to take the final step... the end of illusion. But on this particular
day all the world waits for the final episode in the love story they
have been witnessing for so long, as never before have two people
together reached the top. The pair link hands and walk over the crowds,
along a narrow plank. Every touch of apprehension, all their mutual
adoration and deep feeling of love for each other, is amplified and
relayed to the attentive millions. At the very end of the diving board,
they look once at each other and take the final step.
And the crowd watches in awe, as the two figures, already dwarfed by
distance, rise from the end of the board and, carried by their love,

I make an impact on lives through truth as well as lies,
I overcome your eyes and leave an etched memory forever,
it's my gift my intentions, are only well,
its my gift, fine i lead people everyday,
always in the correct way, never lead astray,

I'm the disco fucker of the new generation.
I'm in line with the active invention.
Here's a fist to forward your fucking evolution.
Head full of ten o' clock education.
Military action give me justice and american solution.
It's the head line of the baby in arms.
Hand to hand darkness that shuts the curtain on this weeks call to arms. Running runway operations, turning the machine, it's another vote of confidence to booming world war economy.
Television ethic of crisis on demand.
This is advancement, this is entertainment.
Was it Iraq, or Kosovo, Korea, or Japan, Panama, Vietnam,
Great Britain of the father land.
Can you hear their dream at night falling in the sky.
Marching with god, throwing stones across the ocean.
It's this week's topic of discussion, a headline of the past.
It won't make an impact unless it's fucking armageddon.
Nine shots to the head my god I'm still fucking breathing.

[Aceyalone]
You can lock your door from the thief, never the liar
I got a firm belief, fight fire with fire
When there's one too many chiefs, all the indians conspire
And somebody gotta go so I can take it higher
Cause I'm a live wire, underneath the radar
State of the art parts, Darth Black Vader
Quicker than a shotgun blast on the trader
Baddest motherfucker both sides the equator
Ready and available, heavily equipped
Steadily my boat rock, but it never flip
I'm heavy hand on the plan tryin to get a grip
Permanent underdog, it's all in the script
My bars went way up, ego went through the roof
I swallowed the truth right along with my pride
I died and came back again, buildin up my stack again
When the world tries to back you in, then you've gots to ride
Lone vigilante, bounty hunter nomad
Boba Fett, no regrets, everything load-ed
My mind is the only thing heavy when I tote it
The one to go down with the last bridge and you know that
Head barely on straight, my heart's in the right place
Still workin on my masterpiece, plannin for the great escape
Get a load of me, look at how I'm takin shape
And I'm so far ahead of the game, make no mistake
Last of the Mohicans, a reverand deacon
Minister Maximillion speakin, heat seakin
I'd rather leave your mind open than to leave it leakin
Aceyalone-wolf, forever and a weekend
The Goddess said she loved me, angels said they had my back
How the hell could I lose, I accept my fate and that was that
Jumped off a moving train to do my thang on the track

i cant believe another year has gone by
and still nothing, as if we dont even try
and theres nothing to be proud of
and nothing you can truly stand by
Its Time To Believe
ive got some things to say
and i cant save those thoughts forever
i want to see a change but you dont feel a thing
i cover you up with words, so nicely said
just to make you sound good
I Want To Believe (2x)
oh, sure people fucking buy it,
but nothing is standing up with time
and if you really want to say something,