Hook, Sandy Filmography

• Malibu Nights (1997)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Sensory Deprivation - Cyanotic
• Insurgence - Cyanotic
• Deface - Cyanotic
• Beta Blocker - Cyanotic
• AXIOM - Cyanotic
• Transhuman - Cyanotic
• Antithesis - Cyanotic
• Order Out Of Chaos - Cyanotic
• Suspension Of Disbelief - Cyanotic
• Because She Held On - Sinadick

Time to face the facts You fail at life
An ultraviolent demise
would suit you fine
A total clone
devoid of its own thoughts
A soulless fabrication
A meaningless creation
You waste of life
You waste of space
You waste of everything
Make no mistake
You fucking fake
I enjoy your suffering
Selective memory
Forgetting who made who
You told so many lies that it's hard to keep it straight
You would be better off not lying to my face again
You would be better off if your life came to an end
You waste of life
You waste of space
You waste of everything
Make no mistake
You fucking fake
I enjoy your suffering

A restless reaction to what I witness. Taught to believe that ignorance is strength. A dystopic creation dividing a nation. Theocratic agendas breeding fear from hate. A last chance to rectify a fading hope now lost in time. To retain control of an open mind. To recoup the losses and fall in line. Waiting in worry for the confirmation of information which proves to be a case of history repeating. This is a call to arms. This is a call to war. This is a call instilling fear in all. This is a rallying cry. This is a reason to die. Divided we stand and united we fall. Tension mounting with every moment. Ascending faster than the speed of sound. Suffice to say we succumb to combat. Sending our successors to the battleground. A sole voice to justify a reason for so many to decry. Intolerance and faith confides that death is a product of peace in

Everything begins in sequence. Everything begins in time. Everything begins with rhythm. Everything begins with rhyme. We design the future and we design the want. Anything anymore controlling has to stop. All just victims of the fashion. Meaningless and mindless drones. Lost beyond my comprehension. Faux rebellion from catal

I haven't slept in so long. It feels like weeks. My mind's in overdrive now. My muscles atrophying. In fear of all the angles. All the reasons I can't breathe. Never sure if I can come away remitting this dependency. In constant fear and doubt of death and all unsure. I need something to calm my nerves now. Nothing that drugs can't cure. A total plague of worry. In need of logics reason. Do I want to sedatives to settle all my doubt. Not sure of the side effects or repercussions anymore. Not sure if I want to feel the psychotropics an

A bitter sense of bliss. So easy to dismiss. Cast away the remaining doubts and repeating all the faults in me. Open eyes begin to strain upon recalling all the pain. My thoughts begin to blur as it all becomes so absurt to me. Reflecting on the past in times of haunting regret. I can barely begin to stand on my own two feet again. The weight of worry brings me down to my knees. With every passing thought comes the wavering of ease. Af adding reminder of all that's beautiful i

An intervention of collective conscience. Cultivating the anomalies. Alternating in depth perception. Expanding upon reality. Improving. Enhancing. Pervading progress. Retracting codes of morality. A flawless unit of inherent perfection. Correcting the faults of humanity. Our elements become one. Endorse the transition. No lack of comprehending specifics of the philosophy. Attributions of human error in contrast with profic

Surround myself in the forming structures. Expanding sonance through the broken ground. I lose myself inside the waves of static. Immerse myself within the walls of sound. Dissonance is all I hear. Dissonance is all too clear. Hope is relapsing. Faith is regressing. The nails are driving into my cross. Iron wrench in the gears of progress. A present darkness washes over me. Force myself to replay all the scenes within my mind. Pointing fingers persecute the leaders of the

Give me sight so I can see. Give me air so I can breathe. Overcome anxiety. I have no mouth and I must scream.
Breaking down. Artificial barriers.
Revolution means so little without absolve. Undermining circumstance leads to dissolve. Open mouth. Fate in hand. A gleam of chrome. A flash of red.

Understanding reason leads to conflicts again
Fortifying resolution, in denial I reign
Deriving fear from insecurity, rape you of your purity
In time you learn to disbelieve a hope for all society
"Reality is just what we tell each other it is. Sane and insane could easily switch places if the insane were to become the majority. You would find yourself locked in a padded cell, wondering, what happened to the world?"
Born again to wallow in your own plague

i wrote this song for my mom to show her that i am sorry for all the pain she had to go through,& i wanna thank her for being there and protecting us!
You see the hurt in my mothers eyes*
She tries to hide from the world, disguise*
You see the bruises all over her face*
What did she do to be in this place*?
She tries to leave but you wont let her go*
She tries to say "please dont hurt me no more"*
She leades us in a room where we couldnt see*
The way my father wouldnt let her be free*
Chrous:Through the hurt and the pain, and the sun and the rain*
Through the blood and the tears she has concerd her fears from you*
And there is no more pain to go throgh*
And i know that she is strong*
Because she held on*
How could you raise your hand to your wife*?
You almost took my mothers life*
What would you do if i asked where she was?*
Would you say that "she just left us"*
(Chrous2x)
Hold on, the pain will mend*