• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wrong End... - Kamchatka
• Wood - Kamchatka
• Withstand - Kamchatka
• Terminus - Kamchatka
• Sweet Relief - Kamchatka
• Sing-Along Song - Kamchatka
• Seed - Kamchatka
• See - Kamchatka
• Pathetic - Kamchatka
• Outnumbered - Kamchatka
• Out Of My Way - Kamchatka
• No. - Kamchatka
• Mnemosyne Waltz - Kamchatka
• Mixed Emotions - Kamchatka
• Look over your shoulder - Kamchatka
• Jigsaw - Kamchatka
• Heritage - Kamchatka
• Guess I'll Be Leaving - Kamchatka
• From Here - Kamchatka
• Feel - Kamchatka
• Eggshell - Kamchatka
• Daddy Says - Kamchatka
• Confessions - Kamchatka
• Breathe - Kamchatka
• Astrobucks - Kamchatka

How long
will it take 'til we do something 'bout this?
It can't be we are supposed to accept this,
though it seems most people do.
And those who don't
who put their trust in greater powers
by bitterness will be devoured
when they don't come through.
Ever turning.
Conscience burning.
Never learning
when it's time.
Can't we all feel the taste
of everythings meaninglessness
in a collective loneliness
such as this?
What a waste.
Howcome we'd end up in this state?
Our inability to communicate?
We all have opinions about what it is.
Ever turning.
Conscience burning.
Never learning

Sprung from earth just like a tree
A man with no identity
Flesh and bone like you and me
Exept for two extremities
From elbow down in hickory
It's like genetic castaway debris
Was thrown together hastily
To form this mindless entity
The man with the wooden hands
The man with the wooden hands
The man with the wooden hands
The man with the wooden hands
Through watching too much MTV
He found who he wanted to be
Thinking songs in C-D-E
Seems to be the recipé
With these new clothes and accessories
It must be himself he aims to please
As it sure won't work on you or me
A sorry sight half man half tree
The man with the wooden hands
The man with the wooden hands
The man with the wooden hands
The man with the wooden hands
Do the wooden hand now
It goes something like this...
The man with the wooden hands
The man with the wooden hands
The man with the wooden hands

Now, here you are.
What's this?
Howcome you're on your own?
Keep struggling
while your faith is
sinking like a stone,
and everything
around you
is crumbling apart.
Anyone else
would give their
hope up from the start.
But I...
I believe
in you.
I do.
I do.
You say that
you don't know
how long you can withstand
when all you're
holding on to
slips out of your hands.
You say it feels
just like your
time is running out.
A lifetime
spent on figuring out
what it's about.
But I...
I believe
in you.
I do.

Ignominious avaricious
ruinous impetus.
Nebulous sumptuous
fictious terminus.
Be a part of something bigger.
Why don't you join the winning team?
Safety in numbers is the trigger.
It's so much simpler than it seems.
Come on, now, don't be stupid.
You'll never make it on your own.
Get in line, now, without question.
Acknowledge signs as they are shown.
Ignominious avaricious
ruinous impetus.
Nebulous sumptuous
fictious terminus.
What makes you think your faith is stronger
than any we have come across?
Be sure that we know how to break it
without you feeling any loss.
We'll twist it all around in angles
throughout which you've never seen.
'Cause in the end, you're either with us or against us.
There just ain't no "in beween".
Ignominious avaricious
ruinous impetus.
Nebulous sumptuous
fictious terminus.
And, if you've been pointed out,
constitutional rights do not apply.
Guilty as charged, no room for doubt.
Just like Salem all over again.
The witch-hunt of Salem all over again.
Just like Salem all over again.
Efficatious punctilious
callous apparatus.
Fatuous credulous

We've got a mission.
To conquer everything,
so that there'll be no one left
to question us.
No more adaption.
At least not from our part.
This is not a time to be
ambiguous.
Soon there'll be no more precautions to take.
No liberty left to forsake.
Soon there'll be nothing to fear.
Can't we all taste the sweet relief?
No more admonitions.
Our tools need sharpening.
We need no longer be
abstemious.
Since no opposition
visible on the chart
is remotely strong enough
to pose a threat to us.
Soon there'll be no more precautions to take.
No liberty left to forsake.
Soon there'll be nothing to fear.

I simply ask you:
Is this all you can do for me?
Well, it ain't enough.
No, no, no
And if my only other possibility is to
replace it all with numbness
it still seems to be the path less tough.
Is it not so?
Now I hear the pills sing:
"You don't need the real thing.
Let us all in
and we'll keep you from sinking."
And after this jar,
will I ever find my way back
to how things used to be?
No, no, no
You tell me I'm not there by far.
"Here's a prescription for another pack.
These things take time, you see."
Is that so?
Now I hear the pills sing:
"You don't need the real thing.
Let us all in
and we'll keep you from sinking."

When you took a
look inside my
self-satisfied mind,
you chose not to
understand these
things you came to find.
I have given something
you couldn't possibly share with anyone.
Now you sleep with
one eye open.
Fear maintains to shine,
yet, you fail to
see the beauty
in this work of mine.
I have given something
you couldn't possibly share with anyone.
Feel the seed I've
sown inside you
grow into curiosity.
I know one day
you'll give in to
the wonder what it's like to be me.
I have given something

So this is your picture?
Well, that's what you say.
That a square has four corners
and so it shall stay.
Wouldn't it be better
if you were wrong?
Can't you just open
both of your eyes.
Come on I'll show you 'round.
Don't be scared of what could be found.
So many things to see.
Come on, now, follow me.
Follow me.
So what is the meaning?
Why do I care?
All this is hopeless.
We've got nothing to share.
I don't mean to judge you.
I don't mean to preach.
I just wanna be a friend
that you can reach.
Come on I'll show you 'round.
Don't be scared of what could be found.
So many things to see.
Come on, now, follow me.

When you left
I had to make this place my own
To get on with my life
Brought down all these boxes from the attic
to pack everything here
that had anything to do with you
Now that we´re through
I want to feel it too
Though that it seems I haven't earned
So I might aswell try to learn right away that
This is always
Ever hear my sigh
This is always
No matter how you bleed it,
it refuses to die
But as I got to it
I was mesmerized
by every little detail
about every little thing
reminding me of what
in my head we once were
you and I
A refuge in this world of
plastic smiles and
avaricious thurst for reassurance
where we stood our ground
until you fucked up
And you fucked up bad
So why do I still feel that
This is always
Ever hear my sigh
This is always
No matter how you bleed it,
it refuses to die
And time takes care of nothing
This is always
Ever hear me cry
This is always
No matter how you bleed it,
it refuses to die

Here they come,
the voices.
No use
to pretend
I can't hear
telling me
I Don't
deserve this.
They rape my thoughts
and rob me of my self-esteem
until they alone rule
over whatever is left
of me.
If I were
to end myself,
will they
linger
with me in
the after-life?
Is it a risk
worth taking?
They rape my thoughts
and rob me of my self-esteem
until they alone rule
over whatever is left

Oh, you think you're so clever,
telling me what to do.
In your eyes I'm a loser
'cause I'm nothing like you.
Your shadow is stretching
all over the place
in your idea of living.
You'd better walk away.
You know I've been working
so hard all my life.
From the day I turned seven
I've been moving on,
so, please, just give me
some time to breathe.
Don't you play with my mind, now.
Why can't everybody
see through their third eye,
and be open for changes
so in the future they'll know.
All the leashes that holds them
will soon give way

Light seeks it's way on through the cracks,
making it impossible to sleep.
Knowing there will be an attack.
Fleeing up a hill that's too steep.
I'm filling my life with obligations
which I'm not quite yet certain are mine.
And I'm building up so much frustration
'cause I can't seem to find enough time.
I have to learn to say no.
Wandering the maze in a mess.
Expectations build walls you can't see.
The fault is mine, I must confess,
letting people take advantage of me.
I'm filling my life with obligations
which I'm not quite yet certain are mine.
And I'm building up so much frustration
'cause I can't seem to find enough time.

I remember everything.
Is that to be my curse?
These images that crowd me,
will they never disperse?
A distorted symbiosis
between now and then.
It seems they will not let go,
not until my last breath.
This can not be real.
This mustn't be real.
It leaves nothing behind but destruction.
Now, I can not heal,
being stuck in this wheel
that rules out life as an option.
What if time stands still
though things around might change?
You just try to wrestle it,
in ways that may seem strange.
Everything's worth trying
when you're in a state like this,
and you're fed up with crying
over things you don't miss.
This can not be real.
This mustn't be real.
It leaves nothing behind but destruction.
Now, I can not heal,
being stuck in this wheel

Sometimes I wish
I wasn't born.
Mixed emotions
about being here.
My thoughts just keep spinning.
Can't think clear.
It's not that I don't want to
keep things real.
But it's hard.
So hard.
So hard to feel free.
I wanna talk to people.
Be someones friend.
But I can't stand this pressure.
Try hard to stay sane.
As I meet you in the street
my head will turn down.
I would wanna get out of there.
Wouldn't wanna be found.
Oh, it's hard.
So hard.

what have we done?
Is it true?
Is everything gone?
Why didn't we
listen to you?
This could have had a different end.
I know.
So look over your shoulder, now,
and tell me what you see.
Does it make you proud
or do you have any regrets?
Empty
has this place become.
Tortured spirits of yesterdays children are
looking for a place to stay.
I'm sorry.
It's all over now.
The thought of turning this around
is nothing but an empty wish.
So, look over your shoulder, now,
and tell me what you see.
Does it make you proud

We've got a new set of rules
enabling us to apply for grants
to take part in experiments of doubtful measures.
We've got a new set of tools
beyond surgical exactitude.
Consequenses are still to be verified.
Never mind the missing pieces.
Time will tell if we were right.
All around us, altered species.
Still no telling time in sight.
Some of this, some of that.
Charachteristics and qualities.
The construction of an animate jigsaw puzzle.
Everything misconstrued.
Make it up as we go along.
Just like little children playing with their building-blocks.
Never mind the missing pieces.
Time will tell if we were right.
All around us, altered species.

I emptied myself completely
to make enough room for you.
Now I trust in you to guide me,
whatever you'll have me do.
I know you will make all the right choices,
as I lay my life in your hands.
Now my head is full of your voices,
and I'd better act on command.
Carrying out my duty
proud as a man can be,
shouldering this responsibility
knowing all people will not agree.
Surely they will in the future,
but now they won't be able to see,
and so they will make me a martyr

I've come down from the high
Kissed my dreams goodbye
So I guess I'll be leaving soon
My luck has run dry
And I can't figure why
So I guess I'll be leaving soon
I hardly got by
No matter how hard I tried
So I guess I'll be leaving soon
And I've been living this lie
That's starting to putrify
So I guess I'll be leaving soon
As I can no longer rely
On what meets my eye
Well, I guess I'll be leaving soon
As I can no longer deny
I do not qualify
Well, I guess I'll be leaving soon
Since there's nothing more to tie
Me to this world, I testify
I will be leaving soon
And when you pull the switch to let me fry
Relief will fill my last sigh
And the date I'll be leaving is set soon
Guess I'll be leaving
Guess I'll be leaving
Guess I'll be leaving soon
I've come down from the high
Kissed my dreams goodbye

What is this meaninglessness that we feel?
Why can't I see what you see? Please, tell me.
Are there some rules that I never did learn?
Are we the only ones whose page doesn't turn?
So tired of tearfilled eyes.
So sick of painted lies.
There must be some place else.
If it's the truth that you say about time,
that we have none left and it's all too late,
then what do you think I should do today?
Well, times up, so why should I care anyway?
You have to realise
I ain't telling you no lies.
I'll give you all one day.
I just don't know when it will be.
So, now, please sit next to me once again.
I want to hear your sweet voice for a while.
Tomorrow we will be dead and gone,
so, now, let's go, we have stayed here too long.
We've seen these streets before.
Same faces, please, no more.
Let's seek out something new.

I fold my hands to pray.
I close my eyes to see.
I close my mouth so I can think.
I turn down the lights.
Feel.
I turn down my head.
Am I done?
I take a deep breath.
Do I live?
Thinking 'bout you
and me.
It seems so strange.
So strange.

Tainted raindrop.
Chemical blue.
Shapeless grey lid,
close in on you.
Diminishing space
each and every day,
yet increasing a distance
for which the coming shall pay.
We live in a time where it means to make sense
for a father to profit at his childrens expense.
To keep draining the earth without putting anything back.
A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked.
Heatwave pounding
a shield grown thin.
Twisted cycles
Empty within.
A legacy left
from generations of sin.
Shameless greed, now, is sucking it in.
We live in a time where it means to make sense
for a father to profit at his childrens expense.
To keep draining the earth without putting anything back.
A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked.

Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
how are you today?
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
what did the doctors say?
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
was it too early to tell?
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
you sure do not look well.
But daddy says it's just the way it's been done.
Daddy says it's just the way it's been done, yes.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
you've been carefully selected.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig.
Intravenously infected.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
what is now inside you,
guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
you'll help us find the cure to.
'Cause daddy says it's just the way it's been done.
Daddy says it's just the way it's been done, yes.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
will not see tomorrow.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
fill me up with sorrow.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
end up in a dumpster.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
making me a monster.
And daddy says it's just the way it's been done.

Sleepless.
Weary again.
Questions
fill my head.
What could it be
that you need?
Is it me,
or is it my child?
Confessions.
Well, what can I say?
When passion
is fading away.
Satisfaction,
is it not for me?
All your actions
Confessions.
What can I say?
When passion

It leaves a sou taste in my mouth,
looking back at me.
That one can be so full of doubt
in one's will to be.
Where did I go wrong
to end up where I was yesterday?
Have I been lost too long
to ever find my way?
Breathe in, breathe out.
Leave all that behind.
So simple, yet so hard,
to free me of me.
So much I wish I could undo.
I've stayed alive on the hope
that one day life will be through
rubbing my nose in it.
Where did I go wrong
to end up where I was yesterday?
Have I been lost too long
to ever find my way?
Breathe in, Breathe out.
Leave all that behind.
So simple, yet so hard,

The cardboard box that I use to mend my shoes
has shrunk to a couple of square feet
My diet consists of dandelion-roots
Sleeping on a dirt bed with thorn-sheets
Both of my socks are getting kind of stiff
since I ran out of toilet paper
And I don't think that I'd ever change anything even if
I would come to see my state as a failure
My ambition
needs nutrition
for me to do something about it
But hey, it ain't everything
Hey, it ain't everything
Hey, it ain't everything
though most peoples lives seem to be all about it
Earlier today I chopped my leg off by the knee
as I thought that it would add a little something
to my otherwise so meagre and fastidious cuisíne
and also, give the dog a new play-thing.
I'm nearly finished digging a hole in a dung-heep
Smelly but well isolated
At least now in the winter I will have somewhere to sleep
with my 38 degree radiator
My ambition
needs nutrition
for me to do something about it
But hey, it ain't everything
Hey, it ain't everything
Hey, it ain't everything