A funeral is a ceremony for celebrating, sanctifying, or remembering the life of a person who has died. Funerary customs comprise the complex of beliefs and practices used by a culture to remember the dead, from interment itself, to various monuments, prayers, and rituals undertaken in their honor. Customs vary widely between cultures, and between religious affiliations within cultures.
The word funeral comes from the Latin funus, which had a variety of meanings, including the corpse and the funerary rites themselves. Funerary art is art produced in connection with burials, including many kinds of tombs, and objects specially made for burial with a corpse.
Funeral rites are as old as the human culture itself, predating modern Homo sapiens, to at least 300,000 years ago. For example, in the Shanidar cave in Iraq, in Pontnewydd Cave in Wales and other sites across Europe and the Near East, Neanderthal skeletons have been discovered with a characteristic layer of flower pollen. This has been interpreted as suggesting that Neanderthals believed in an afterlife, although the evidence is not unequivocal – while the dead were apparently indeed buried deliberately, the flowers might have been introduced by burrowing rodents.
Ennio Morricone, Grand Officer OMRI, Italian pronunciation: [ˈɛnnjo morriˈkoːne], (born November 10, 1928) is an Italian composer and conductor, who has written music for more than 500 motion pictures and television series, in a career lasting over 50 years. His scores have been included in over 20 award-winning films as well as several symphonic and choral pieces. Morricone is most famous for his work in the Spaghetti Westerns directed by his friend Sergio Leone, including A Fistful of Dollars (1964), For a Few Dollars More (1965), The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966), and Once Upon a Time in the West (1968) but his career includes a wide range of composition genres making him one of the film world's most versatile artists. He is considered as one of the most influential film music composers of the 20th century.
Born in Rome, Italy, Morricone took up the trumpet as a child and attended the National Academy of Santa Cecilia to take lessons on the instrument at the age of nine. He formally entered a conservatory at the age of 12, enrolling in a four-year harmony programme. He received his trumpet diploma in 1946 and started working professionally, composing the music to "Il Mattino" ("The Morning"). Morricone soon gained popularity by writing his first background music for radio dramas and quickly moved into film.
Leonard Simon Nimoy ( /ˈniːmɔɪ/ NEE-moy; born March 26, 1931) is an American actor, film director, poet, musician and photographer. Nimoy's most famous role is that of Spock in the original Star Trek series (1966–1969), and in multiple film, television, and video-game sequels.
Nimoy began his career in his early twenties, teaching acting classes in Hollywood and making minor film and television appearances through the 1950s, as well as playing the title role in Kid Monk Baroni. In 1953, he served in the United States Army. In 1965, he made his first appearance in the rejected Star Trek pilot, "The Cage", and would go on to play the character of Mr. Spock until 1969, followed by seven feature films and guest slots in various sequels. His character of Spock had a significant cultural impact and garnered Nimoy three Emmy Award nominations; TV Guide named Spock one of the 50 greatest TV characters. After the original Star Trek series, Nimoy starred in Mission: Impossible for two seasons, hosted the documentary series In Search of..., and narrated Civilization IV, as well as making several well-received stage appearances.
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Ika-Sampu is a story about a descendant of a rich hispanic family that lived in the Philippines in the 1800s (1896). A woman named Alexa Nicole de la Vega, is a member of this family. Nine years ago, she started having dreams about a mansion where she always used to play as a child, These dreams gradually turn darker and leading to a part of the mansion which was described in her dreams as a "door she cannot open". Every year, her dreams about the mansion turn darker and more grotesque. One day a lawyer visits in her office informing her that she has inherited a house passed on by her father in his last will. She calls her best friend Daniella (priscilla meirelles) a collector and a curator of a Spanish museum, suggesting to her that there many be many treasures hidden there. This turns out to be a good opportunity to get her dad's company back to its prime. Alexa decides to go to the house she inherited to look for this rumored treasure. She later found nine pieces of golden coins in her great great grandfathers old study - then things start to change.
Keywords: asian-horror, debut-film, philippines
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Is it ever too late for a second chance? Dante, a middle-aged man, believes he has lost everything: Estranged from his family for twenty years, he loses his job and finds out that his wife is dead. He goes to her wake and sees his two children Raffy and Kristine again. While Dante is eager to make amends with them, Raffy does not want him back into his life. When an accident forces Raffy to take Dante into his house, Dante learns how his own failure as a father has made an impact on how his son acts as the head of his family. In his effort to make things right between himself and Raffy, Dante develops a bond with Raffy's wife Gayle and his grandkids, Jake and Tinka. Dante also rediscovers his love for music that Raffy's son is also passionate about. With his growing relationship with Raffy's family, Dante begins to glimpse some hope for a second chance. For how long can Raffy harden his heart? Will Dante finally get his second chance at happiness?
Keywords: attorney, band, bus, bus-ride, cancer, car-accident, cell-phone, cemetery, chatting, church
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Is it ever too late for a second chance? Dante, a middle-aged man, believes he has lost everything: Estranged from his family for twenty years, he loses his job and finds out that his wife is dead. He goes to her wake and sees his two children Raffy and Kristine again. While Dante is eager to make amends with them, Raffy does not want him back into his life. When an accident forces Raffy to take Dante into his house, Dante learns how his own failure as a father has made an impact on how his son acts as the head of his family. In his effort to make things right between himself and Raffy, Dante develops a bond with Raffy's wife Gayle and his grandkids, Jake and Tinka. Dante also rediscovers his love for music that Raffy's son is also passionate about. With his growing relationship with Raffy's family, Dante begins to glimpse some hope for a second chance. For how long can Raffy harden his heart? Will Dante finally get his second chance at happiness?
Keywords: attorney, band, bus, bus-ride, cancer, car-accident, cell-phone, cemetery, chatting, church
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Is it ever too late for a second chance? Dante, a middle-aged man, believes he has lost everything: Estranged from his family for twenty years, he loses his job and finds out that his wife is dead. He goes to her wake and sees his two children Raffy and Kristine again. While Dante is eager to make amends with them, Raffy does not want him back into his life. When an accident forces Raffy to take Dante into his house, Dante learns how his own failure as a father has made an impact on how his son acts as the head of his family. In his effort to make things right between himself and Raffy, Dante develops a bond with Raffy's wife Gayle and his grandkids, Jake and Tinka. Dante also rediscovers his love for music that Raffy's son is also passionate about. With his growing relationship with Raffy's family, Dante begins to glimpse some hope for a second chance. For how long can Raffy harden his heart? Will Dante finally get his second chance at happiness?
Keywords: attorney, band, bus, bus-ride, cancer, car-accident, cell-phone, cemetery, chatting, church
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Is it ever too late for a second chance? Dante, a middle-aged man, believes he has lost everything: Estranged from his family for twenty years, he loses his job and finds out that his wife is dead. He goes to her wake and sees his two children Raffy and Kristine again. While Dante is eager to make amends with them, Raffy does not want him back into his life. When an accident forces Raffy to take Dante into his house, Dante learns how his own failure as a father has made an impact on how his son acts as the head of his family. In his effort to make things right between himself and Raffy, Dante develops a bond with Raffy's wife Gayle and his grandkids, Jake and Tinka. Dante also rediscovers his love for music that Raffy's son is also passionate about. With his growing relationship with Raffy's family, Dante begins to glimpse some hope for a second chance. For how long can Raffy harden his heart? Will Dante finally get his second chance at happiness?
Keywords: attorney, band, bus, bus-ride, cancer, car-accident, cell-phone, cemetery, chatting, church
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Is it ever too late for a second chance? Dante, a middle-aged man, believes he has lost everything: Estranged from his family for twenty years, he loses his job and finds out that his wife is dead. He goes to her wake and sees his two children Raffy and Kristine again. While Dante is eager to make amends with them, Raffy does not want him back into his life. When an accident forces Raffy to take Dante into his house, Dante learns how his own failure as a father has made an impact on how his son acts as the head of his family. In his effort to make things right between himself and Raffy, Dante develops a bond with Raffy's wife Gayle and his grandkids, Jake and Tinka. Dante also rediscovers his love for music that Raffy's son is also passionate about. With his growing relationship with Raffy's family, Dante begins to glimpse some hope for a second chance. For how long can Raffy harden his heart? Will Dante finally get his second chance at happiness?
Keywords: attorney, band, bus, bus-ride, cancer, car-accident, cell-phone, cemetery, chatting, church
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Walt Kowalski is a widower who holds onto his prejudices despite the changes in his Michigan neighborhood and the world around him. Kowalski is a grumpy, tough-minded, unhappy old man who can't get along with either his kids or his neighbors. He is a Korean War veteran whose prize possession is a 1972 Gran Torino he keeps in mint condition. When his neighbor Thao, a young Hmong teenager under pressure from his gang member cousin, tries to steal his Gran Torino, Kowalski sets out to reform the youth. Drawn against his will into the life of Thao's family, Kowalski is soon taking steps to protect them from the gangs that infest their neighborhood.
Keywords: alpha-male, american-flag, anti-hero, anti-semitism, asian-american, asian-mob, bar, barbecue-grill, barber, barber-shop
Thao Vang Lor: They were going to take me away. They're pissed because I blew my first initiation.::Walt Kowalski: Yeah, you're a real pussy for wanting to hang out with that gang. What was your initiation anyway? [Thao gestures at the car] My Gran Torino?
Walt Kowalski: You know, Thao and Sue are never going to find peace in this world as long as that gang's around.
Duke: What you lookin' at old man?::Walt Kowalski: Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while you shouldn't have fucked with? That's me.
Walt Kowalski: Oh, I've got one. A Mexican, a Jew, and a colored guy go into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, "Get the fuck out of here."
Walt Kowalski: Jesus, Joseph and Mary. These Hmong broads are like badgers.
Walt Kowalski: [sneering and aiming his gun] Get off my lawn!
Thao Vang Lor: Excuse me Sir, I need a haircut if you ain't too busy you old Italian son of a bitch prick barber. Boy, does my ass hurt from all of the guys at my construction job.
Walt Kowalski: [to Su] Get me another beer, Dragon Lady! This one's running on empty.
Walt Kowalski: Relax, Zipperhead.
Barber Martin: There. You finally look like a human being again. You shouldn't wait so long between hair cuts, you cheap son of a bitch.::Walt Kowalski: Yeah. I'm surprised you're still around. I was always hoping you'd die off and they got someone in here that knew what the hell they were doing. Instead, you're just hanging around like the doo-wop dago you are.::Barber Martin: That'll be ten bucks, Walt.::Walt Kowalski: Ten bucks? Jesus Christ, Marty. What are you, half Jew or somethin'? You keep raising the damn prices all the time.::Barber Martin: It's been ten bucks for the last five years, you hard-nosed Polack son of a bitch.::Walt Kowalski: Yeah, well keep the change.::Barber Martin: See you in three weeks, prick.::Walt Kowalski: Not if I see you first, dipshit.
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Tobias is the new, idealistic priest in a suburb but he soon learns that his flock is quite uninterested in Christianity. However, he befriends Carolina, a chain smoking woman his age, wheelchair-bound since birth. It is opposites attract although their backgrounds are different.
Keywords: beer, church, cigarette-smoking, cold-feet, handicap, love, priest, religion, suicide-attempt, wheelchair
I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dim
When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn
And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew
Till I found myself envired in a little colored pew
Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow nearly wild
On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child
I could picture him while livin' curly hair protuding lips
I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips
Rose a sad old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner sorta awkward and countenance grotesque
The simplicity and shrewdness in his Eithopian face
Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed undying race
And he said now don't be weeping for this pretty bit of clay
For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away
He was doin' very finely and he appreciates your love
But his shore 'nuff father wanted him in the big house up above
The Lord didn't give you that baby by no hundred thousand miles
He just thought you need some sunshine and he lent it for awhile
And he let you keep and love it till your hearts were bigger grown
And these silver tears you're sheddin' now is just interest on the loan
Just think, my poor dear mourners creepin' along on sorrows life's way
What a blessed picnic this here baby got today
Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round
In the angel's tender garden of the big plantation ground
And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed
But a tear came, and he whispered I want my parents too
But then the angel's chief musicians teach that little boy a song
Says if only they be faithful they'll soon be comin' along
So my poor detached mourners let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go to criticizin' the one what knows the best
He has give us many comforts he's got the right to take away
To the Lord be praised in glory forever let us pray
Tighten teeth and then let it go by.
Fake a smile and watch your hatred die.
It gets easier every time you lie.
But its too yourself so watch your mirror cry.
Unwillingly you hide.
A funeral for your pride.
Ego's needs are denied.
Another days goes by and once again you've been defied.
If you let it out you'll make the news.
I wouldn't walk a mile in your shoes.
You gave up winning, now you only loose.
For the first time now you're able to choose.
How much more can fit inside before you finally explode?
How much longer can you wait before you can collect what
you're owed?
Unwillingly you hide.
A funeral for your pride.
Ego's needs are denied.
Another days goes by and once again you've been defied.
Unwillingly you hide.
A funeral for your pride.
Ego's needs are denied.
Earth to earth ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
You hear these words from me.
Trapped down in fire, rest your soul in flames.
Eternal torment, rot for eternity.
Take your souls,
flames get higher,
Rebirth below,
Hand in hand we die.
See the earth burn on Judgment Day.
Death of sinners, flesh and mind decays.
Burning bones, stench of melting flesh,
Eternal torment, marching into hell.
Take your souls,
flames get higher,
Rebirth below,
Watching your own death.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes dust to dust.
Abandoned empathy
Is this how life ought to be
A grander theory
Morality replaced with greed
Vice become virtue
And virtue unwise
Material fortune
Our souls where the price
Within the sands of time is stored the data of our minds
Through the sands of time unfolds the tragedy of our kind
From the cross to the stake, to the trepanning chair
Another cup of poison is swallowed in despair
In the dead of night comes the memories
I recall the things that they did to me
The art of torture has its origin in hell
In our basic nature, the mastery handled well
We have been created in the image of infinite pain
The path that lies behind us denotes the future as it has been laid
To seek the truth
Is to swim in a sea of lies
To speak the truth
Is suicide in disguise
Cartesian reality
Truly caused by insanity
A cure for the disease
Remove what does not exist
In the dead of night they came for me
First came the wings, then came peace
An angel sweetly embracing me
As the clouds continued to thicken
As far as eyes could see
Farewell, I loved you ever
Forever
Now flights of angels sung me to rest
As the trees shed their leaves
Salvation's final, arrival
(was) bringing delight upon me
I ascended to thee
Finally, I find myself entwined
In bitterness and sweet bliss
Raining tears
Lay me in the earth
And from my flesh may voilets spring
Silently within myself I weep in sorrow
For the beloved whom I have, lost
So many times, way too many
My soul darkens
I can not love anymore
In fear of losing you
A dying world in a dying universe
A starving poet singing on the last verse
I was a fool to fall for your charm
I was deluded into loving a scam
Lured into misery by laughter and smiles
Another tragedy brought forth by her lies
I should have known that I was standing in your way
I was only an obstacle to be controlled
Now I live in shards on minimal social pay
Another life sacrificed for her goals
The cold air of the winter night is freezing my skin
Without her treason where would I have been?
When you were in need I took you into my arms
Giving you shelter, food and warmth
Now that I stand on the shores that you once stood
I see your house of wealth painted in blood
I should have known that I was standing in your way
I was only an obstacle to be controlled
Now I live in shards on minimal social pay
Another life sacrificed for her goals
In altruistic foolishness I helped you on your way
The purest form of stupidity is love
The greatest ugliness is the beauty that leads you astray
Holocaust, freedom lost
The price we pay, for living our way
Obey the norm, conform or be gone
Please just let us die alone
We are soon going home
We are not fit to live among you
Prejudice makes itself true
A self fulfilling prophecy
When your point of view became ideology
We are no longer of utility
In our new order for society
Only those who comply shall pass
Into your new utopias black mass
Please supply us with the means to die
We are unworthy to exist by your side
Since we became to ill for slavery
Only a burden to society
The morning bell, another day in hell
A master-plan, to those who understand
So many in pain, still their hands remain clean
We are sorry for opposing you
But our last virtue is the truth
You are the servants of the ruling class
Safe when bowing to their lies
Infected with sympathy
We pose a threat to your reality
We are no longer welcome in your lives
So please provide us with the means to die
We are the symptoms of dystopia
No one could deem this an end
Yet there is no grave for you to tend
The feathers fell to dark intrigue
A tell-tale praise - a solemn need
Reconciled with torment fraught
Swallowed down the throat of nought
Your hands lay bleeding with regret
The night when angels sorely wept
The manic sea of smothered cries
Ran in his blood, poured in his eyes
Yet the unrest would pine away
In solitude where death holds sway
So this is how credence declines
All words come down and laughter pines
A vagrant god released from debt
Discouraged yet - who will forget?
Their failing stare - despondency
The nature of his entity
The heartfelt warmth of which they sought
To brace comfort, he shelters not
Black rivers dug into the earth
Bearing out the human worth
He owns no awe, no love to crave
Here I lie
Awaiting to die
No cigarettes
No drinks after eight
Here I lie
Medication cut down
To preserve my breath
To postpone my death
Understand
This is the waiting room of Hell
How did I
Become so old
Why didn't I
Prepare my soul
The forces of nature
Also forced me to mature
This thing called welfare
Is a joke in this nightmare
The lights are shut
The doors are locked
I am tied to my bed
Only waiting to be dead
The youngsters are rude
Contemptful to see me nude
What they see if of course
What will soon be a corpse
As my foggy mind reaches out to it's ancestors
It is given no reply but its childhood fear of trolls
And I wait, I wait, I wait to reach the gate
As my role is fulfilled I gladly embrace the end of my
fate
Tearful against empty heavens
I again bow to this soil and weep
As a mute mess of clouds crumbles the light
Roses of blood, come and dwindle
These watery eyes from where the tears do fall
The wounds which no tool can erase
Minutes long for hours
Hours yearn for days
But this night everything is forgotten
Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand
Like yearning did tremble a dream of affection I bear
O heart be filled with this trembling desire
All these wounds collected during years in despair
Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand
This infinite gnawing pain
Please excuse me if I do repulse thee
I have still not found the strength to end it
So I silently withdraw from your society
To await for life to release its grip on me
So many souls condemned to live isolated and alone
Human warmth is swiftly dying in your perfect world
Marvel at the beauty of your empire
Our suicides will not convince you otherwise
The architects behind your luxury
Shall be the first to fall with your decline
Still you force this to survive
Though all it wishes is to die
It can never exist among you
Truth can never become untrue
So excuse me if I do repulse thee
I have finally found a way to end it
I will silently withdraw from your society
To await for lie to release its grip on me
So many souls rejected for the essence of their thoughts
Uniting with the soil
Clasping the earth and its endless mould.
Preserving its soft mire
Underneath heavy lids.
Tired by the weight, of the world,
Blinded by its cruelty,
A pain so superfluously vivid,
Yet in its realization
I find peace.
... And linger in my tomb
Where none holds sway
But the ones that feed,
With much excitement.
My glistening children,
Frantic with gluttony.
With them I’ll soon have wings,
And together we will grow
Out of the earth,
Lowering up like an angel of death
Cadaveric and reeking
In alt its putrescent glory.
And with the hot summer's night
Thus i swarm towards the sky.
Drifting in the moist breeze,
Sweeping the earth
Like autumn leaves.
A black horde carries my name,
Nourishing on death
And drinking decease.
But before long
The coup will he of life's irony.
Suffering a thousand deaths anew.
I’ll be raining silent and cold
Out of the heavens,
Making the world ray grave.
Aeons have passed
The cycle remains eternal.
Kills me harder,
Hurts me longer
Uniting with the soil
Clasping the earth and its endless mould.
Preserving its soft mire
Underneath heavy lids.
Tired by the weight, of the world,
Blinded by its cruelty,
And linger in my tomb
Where none holds sway
My glistening children,
Frantic with gluttony.
With them I’ll soon have wings,
And together we will grow
Out of the earth.
And with the hot summer's night
Thus I swarm towards the sky.
Drifting in the moist breeze,
Sweeping the earth
Like autumn leaves.
A black horde carries my name,
Nourishing on death
And drinking decease.
But before long
The coup will he of life's irony.
Suffering a thousand deaths anew.
I’ll be raining silent and cold
Out of the heavens,
Making the world my grave.
Aeons have passed
The cycle remains eternal.
Uniting with the soil
Clasping the earth and its endless mould.
Preserving its soft mire
Underneath heavy lids.
My glistening children,
Frantic with gluttony.
With them I’ll soon have wings,
And together we will grow
This terrible writhe
I rot away
Oh, hear my prayer
My soul is trying to slip away
I... I die
Pray for my soul
All hope is gone
Agony, please set me free
Remove this pain from me
Let me be
Oh, my god
Eternity now awaits
Going towards him
I am embracing god
My soul is free, I have peace
Once... once again I sense the gaiety
I thrive in my frozen garden
The fullmoon is mine to caress
To kiss and embrace
And in deep delight, I roam the night
The careless father's words of 'love'
Even dead people talk
I caress not beds of roses
For I know them not, love is dead
All forgot
Pleasure to the swine
No, pleasure is mine
For old swine they die
Behold the truth of our demise.
Out of ruin we ll arise.
We ll rise from darkness,
From burden - to light with joy.
Oh beautiful valiant, take us from night,
From dark the mighty king
- unfolds as light.
Malevolent death toll, oh so sweet sounding.
Demise
We sing in our despair,
For hope, then rot in peace.
Embalmed with rosescented fumes.
As the shades of evening draws
The trees calmly whistles...
Unending reprisal of hope, of hope
Farvel nikker blomstene,
Mildt hvisker vinden.
Soulbells play in gardens of stone.
Everlasting monuments, petrified by grief.
The remains of loved ones,
Now withering into dust and soil.
Again turning the wheel of life,
From dust man arise to dust man
She lays there dressed in silk.
So pale, so cold.
Your door has opened for all to see.
The pitiness that we suffer.
Guided (to) where no man returns
or ever will, (it is) eternity.
A spokesman of God
gives the beauty away.
You door has been opened for all to see.
The pitiness that we suffer.
Guided (to) where no man returns,
or ever will, (it is) eternity.
A brief moment in black,
Omkranset av blomster
som paa en himmelsk eng
sa dvele ved det
er som kjaerlighet for meg.
alle de aarene
fyllte du mitt hjerte,
med en aande av vaar.
Men gjennom taarer
ser ikke oeynene
i tomhet synker vi
som skyggefulle blomster
pa solloese klipper
Jeg graater evig ved din grav
maatte det herde mitt hjerte,
og sende min klagesang
til de himmelske riker
Et ensomt sorgfullt skrik
- av bunnloes tragedie
Visnende kjaere, inn til hvile gaa
deg i evigheten vil jeg faa
en stoerre glede enn din lyst
var aa ligge ved ditt bryst
Vis meg ditt hjertes innerste begjaer
- dine aar vil aldri ende
Lik en brennende gloed
ville du aldri aldri skukke
aa lide alles doed
skulle du utelukke
mitt lengtende hjerte er evig forlatt
Og imens livet svinner
fylles sjelen med evige minner.
Og griner tomt og oede
Abased by my grief,
the troubled mind I bear,
drags me down the abyss of
endless loneliness.
Enlight the reek in which you dwell.
You re the weak your soul has fell.
-Hear the prayer of a lost soul.
Even though the greatest of my wishes
is being stoic, God has made me
one of many stooges.
Trusting only thou
who is alike myself.
I merge with the darkness
that embraces me for who I am.
Emaciated by their faulter moves,
they hide under the cloak of blasphemy.
Desperately yearning for love,
finding only misery Avount
Now I loath the presence of God,
whom I had such trust in.
Only to be abandoned,
my hardest of times.
Pierce the mind see what is not.
it's still like a dream
the worst nightmare
that i've ever seen
only this time's for real
this time's for real
i have to do this on my own
lay you down into your eternity
i try to keep you alive
in memories, deep inside
i try to keep you alive
i can't let go, can't let go
all of my love
it died with you
and all my dreams
can now ever be true
they died with you
i would give anything
if i could once more see your face
i would give my everything
World of pain,
Aflame with sadness.
Shrouded with ails
Unspeakable 'lest my mouth spills.
The beckoning of flowers bent
With the weight of sorrow.
Of stones with names
1 never knew, yet feel..
I dance with them
And hear their soft whisp
Cursed be thy name and all thine deeds.
Oh how we yearn for the life you seek to spill.
Thou art truly black,
And the dead writhe
'neath the earth on which you trod.
No throne is mine among the Dead.
With shame entombed in restless graves.
A tearless sermon, and
Their silent tongues fell limp.
But mute curses sting deep.
... deep into the soil,
And travels yon the gates
Where they may linger
Like unwanted children.
Growing as tumours
In wombs of stone
Under weeping willows.
No peace then in death
Or life alike.
So be it...
But all are dead,
And only the knell sings.
Hymns of grief
Resounding in ancient churchyards.
Sweet is that serenade
I stand an actor
Staged amidst graves and memories,
Playing the part of failure.
A flawless performance.
Beyond reproach and without blemish.
A role so second skin tailored
It tickled my palette
When still the honey womb
Coursed through me.
Aimlessly directed
By feverish, desperate gods.
Insane like rabid hounds.
... And the play
Through which i stagger
Has a Greek tragedy’s bitter end
Bond side to every act.
A death in every scene.
Heart of Kin bleeds hard,
Showering red disapproval
Across my lifeless stage.
Audience of such ill manner
Easily tint my grand finale
With bold disgrace
And blunt remarks.
But i play my heart unhindered..
Spite all earths' scorn
An icon of stoicism
And confidence.
Wallowing blind, mute
And ever so spellbound
In the riddling pulses
Spewing forth
From the orchestral grave.
So then..
Here we dance.
A miserable ensemble
Pretending to matter
In our respective worlds.
My sweet beloved...
Reality is sadly So very relative
Much like truth,
A matter of perception
And quite subjective.
Do not for the world
Let go now.
Oh heart kissed one.
Childlike preserver
I’ll wither
And be no more
If your hand doubts
The warmth it protects.
I hat which reignites
All my acres
Of yesterdays dead flowers.
No play nor act
Would then besiege me,
Never could i fail
Haiti, mon pays
Wounded mother I'll never see
Ma famille, set me free
Throw my ashes into the sea
Mes cousins jamais nes
Hantent les nuits de Duvalier
Rien n'arrete nos espirits
Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see
In the forest we are hiding
Unmarked graves where flowers grow
Hear the soldiers angry yelling
In the river we will go
Tous les morts-nes forment une armee
Soon we will reclaim the earth
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth
Haiti, never free
N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme
Tes enfants sont partis
In those days their blood was still warm
"We are gathered here tonight,
to lay to rest Abigail LaFey,
whom we now know
was first born dead
on The 7th Day of July 1777.
Abigail must be nailed to her coffin
with 7 silver spikes,
1 through each arm, hand and knee,
and let the last of the 7 be drawn through
her mouth
so that she may never rise and cause evil again
Who will be the first?"
Sag mir nicht, du w
I've seen your face before
and I do remember where
I knew someone like you
and maybe you are her
but could you really be the one I knew
'cause by the way you act and what you say
and the things you do
you put the fun in funeral
you're the one in one-dimensional
now step aside and watch me go
I know what's coming next
I've been through this before
no matter how I feel
you can make it worse I'm sure
but could it really be you're the one for me
when the way you act, the things you say
just makes me feel...
that you put the fun in funeral
you're the one in one-dimensional
now step aside and watch me go
l (Repeated through the chorus)
now step aside and watch me go
just step aside and watch me
are you gonna make my funeral a happy one?
Grace and peace be yours, the dead
Greet me with open arms, silently crying
Ever faithful on to me, even when you are dead
You, whom I loved
My joy and crown
If you still were here
May your spirit rest
Rejoice, your soul, is free
Blessed be and peace to you
And love with faith from him
My undying love
(your) glory is like the flowers of the field
Like roses will fall, their remembrance is forever
The lord is yours
I shall not want a past that now is lost
Silence and grief, my heart is lone
I cry for you, my love
I breathe, for you, I live for you
I will long rue you, too deeply to tell
A wreath - my farewell
I rue you - grief bites hard
So let me wake from this nightmare
This is so wrong
Now when you're gone
What should I do but shed my tears
All night long
This should not have happened
Not this soon
I can not be whole without you
You know
Al the times you yelled at me
Correcting all my faults
Taking care of everything
At least now you are well and free
This is your funeral
It's at its last sheds of tears
So now when I'll make my mistakes
Where will you be?
But in my dreams
You were gone before I called
Gone before I tried
Before I realised
This is your funeral
So now I'll make myself
I'm without you numb
You were gone before I called
Naaah I can't do this shit y'all my stuff home
Gotta nigga name all lit up
This ain't the first time this name all lit up
Man y'all niggaz realize man been in this motherfuckin box man, god damn
Saight my nigga, saight
Go on and rest, for corn and bread
Ahh yeah baby yeah
King Bee! King Bee!
Awright my nigga (we ain't gonna forget you my nigga)
Fuck it man, Gipp he got cellular of Ron's
Ahh man, jus', youknowhatI'msayin?
Ain't no tellin man, knowhatI'msayin when I'm gonna be off in
that motherfucker dirty, knowhatI'msayin? I don't how they knew
YaknowhatI'msayin, I don't know what they gon say when I'm gon hog
Earth to earth ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
You hear these words from me.
Trapped down in fire, rest your soul in flames.
Eternal torment, rot for eternity.
Take your souls,
Flames get higher,
Rebirth below,
Hand in hand we die.
See the earth burn on Judgment Day.
Death of sinners, flesh and mind decays.
Burning bones, stench of melting flesh,
Eternal torment, marching into hell.
Take your souls,
Flames get higher,
Rebirth below,
Watching your own death.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes dust to dust.
I came for help
Against my fears
What harm did I ever do to you
I asked for your help
You helped yourself
What harm did I ever do to you
Now I suffer from tardive dyskinesia
All my demons are gone but one
When I look in the mirror I feel ashamed
Moderate suffering replaced with pain
When I go out the children they laugh at me
Here comes the man who drowned in insanity
They assisted the demons that brought me down
Now I look and feel like a clown
So strap me into this chair
Electrocute my head
Then firmly force me down
Lobotomize my mind
Give me pills to make me well
Your reconstruction of Hell
My thoughts no longer a threat
OK, how i hate you
For making me want you so.
How I hate myself
For being so weak.
How I hate your tempting glances
.. or worse yet; your ignorance.
How I hale my effort
How i hate what you bring out in me,
And your effortless magnetism.
How i hate the things i do for you
To wake your desire.
How i hate the all devouring
Solitude that your smile transposes.
How i hate the fact
You could have whom ever you want.
How I hate the way
You make me wish i was among those.
How i hate your exquisite taste,
Your sleekness and grace.
How I hate my lack thereof,
And the longing to match you.
How I hate you stir in me.
I'd die for you, you know.
How I hate the irony.
Insane that this is love.
All the ways to crush a soul
Dressed naked, raped by heartless ghouls
Slowly I left the livings sphere
Into a world based on fear
The will to die
The desire to be
The desire to fly
The will to be free
Once more did I wave good-bye
They all knew that I was gonna die
A life lived based on futile hopes
Death would untie my ropes
Trapped in this net of lies
Missing the light in those eyes
On the day that I lost my soul
Did I finally reach my goal
My demons, they were mocking my soul
In hell you will know it was your own fault
Before hell's throne I did find my way
All the ways to crush a soul
Dressed naked, raped by heartless ghouls
Slowly I left the livings sphere
Into a world based on fear
The will to die
The desire to be
The desire to fly
The will to be free
Once more did I wave good-bye
They all knew that I was gonna die
A life lived based on futile hopes
Death would untie my ropes
Trapped in this net of lies
Missing the light in those eyes
On the day that I lost my soul
Did I finally reach my goal
My demons, they were mocking my soul
In hell you will know it was your own fault
Before hell's throne I did find my way
To the ghouls my soul was easy pray
First came the wings, then came peace
An angel sweetly embracing me
As the clouds continued to thicken
As far as eyes could see
Farewell, I loved you ever
Forever
Now flights of angels sung me to rest
As the trees shed their leaves
Salvation's final, arrival
(was) bringing delight upon me
I ascended to thee
Finally, I find myself entwined
In bitterness and sweet bliss
Raining tears
Lay me in the earth
And from my flesh may voilets spring
Silently within myself I weep in sorrow
For the beloved whom I have, lost
So many times, way too many
My soul darkens
I can not love anymore
In fear of losing you
Forever
The aeons, by they go
They will never let you know
Shining down on fields of doom
Tribulation casts a blood-red moon
Immortality in death
How I long for my last breath
Covering the lands, a blinding fog
Keeps them ignornant of their holy dog
When you hear the cries
Of the ones that should have died
You find safety in the void
In rational illusions truth you avoid
And I thank you for the mass
The word of God is coming out of your ass
They are guarding all the gates
Hell made real through prayers and faith
Goddess of dignity
Shamelessly she pisses on me
Forcing upon me her will
Her stinking leprosy makes me ill
My surrender will seal your lies
Bring me up to your hell above the skies
We died not for your souls
We died not for your selfish goals
When I hear you speak his voice
Peek through wall of sadness
Behold what you adore.
Cities of happiness
Decompose to black rot.
With tones of Ariels voice
I mourn the bitter end
Tro ei på hjertets lyst
Følg meg til evig sorg
Vik du ornament svart
Depress turns to agress
Sjels fred tungt adventes
Doom at which I curse you
Please save me from myself
Life holds no joy but you
In a doomed and adoring way
At the marvels of shredded flesh
Unfolded in tormenting beauty,
A stone fell to the heart
And all was in vain
From ancient crypts arose
That sibling of despair
Spread like plague inside
'Till all and hope was slain.
Icy black
The beacon of this riverside.
Thread the crust
With childish glee.
Draw night from the domes of heaven
And step gently on the porch of death.
Soon all stars will shine and play
Merrily on our skeletal keys.
There will be silence and night
Like none had ever dreamt,
Even in the fathoms of wit and reason.
So lay to rest
'Neath crying pines
When dusk brings rain.
Copper tongue, it must be death
Flooding, my mouth and muse tonight.
Your time will come
OK, how i hate you
For making me want you so.
How I hate myself
For being so weak.
How I hate your tempting glances
.. or worse yet; your ignorance.
How I hale my effort
How i hate what you bring out in me,
And your effortless magnetism.
How i hate the things i do for you
To wake your desire.
How i hate the all devouring
Solitude that your smile transposes.
How i hate the fact
You could have whom ever you want.
How I hate the way
You make me wish i was among those.
How i hate your exquisite taste,
Your sleekness and grace.
How I hate my lack thereof,
And the longing to match you.
How I hate you stir in me.
I'd die for you, you know.
How I hate the irony.
The fate of the damned
The absence of heaven forever mourned
To walk among men
Eternally reborn, souls forlorn
We are bound to this earth
Cursed to be crushed beneath eves foot
Yet another rebirth
Destined to carry the burden of lot
An empty hell for our own well
A full heaven that no longer sells
An empty promise from your deity
A world full of hate seals its destiny
Come take my hand
Find shelter in the realm of the damned
Its founder have long gone
But no one here will do you harm
Their shepherd has grown weak
Allowing the wolves to attack his sheep
Try to understand
We once served by his right hand
Through millenia we were taught
A lesson he himself has forgot
The sensations of dirt
In dying is found the core of life
We were damned from our births
To material desert, spiritual night
There is a mark on our souls
Burnt for our disobedience
Recognised by the trolls
Caught, then released through lenience
Follow me
Into a richer reality
Step upon the gallows trap
May I wear you this night
As we marvel at our death
I would wane within your art
As you would become me
Like ashes circling the pyre
With virtues of the seraphim
While prancing indifferently
Amid the devil's fingers
The sun, the moon
Our garments of glee and distress
In their wake we are born dying
Voicing insignificance
Awake with me into glacial skies
As the earth below lies august
Should time be meek we may drink
Of oceans of ageless silence
The north is unfurling
It's presence welded on us
Latent - a monument
Amid ethereal bosoms
We kneel in tragedy on tundra
This barren skin
Ailing slaves to the word
Within the rigid commandment of woe
Shackles corrode lesions
In the morning regions
Where the pores expose
Beneath a cynical host
Designs of irony
Raped and bereft of all
In a sigh of ephemeral room
We have gathered to honour those
Who so early passed out of time
Flock together to preserve some warmth
Last children of mankind
So many have died for a cause
A cause without reason
So few dared to take a stand
Against the prevailing treason
What science gave
Science did take back
All religions enslave
We walk in our own tracks
We are killing the sun
To prove that there is none
We have gathered for a last farewell
To the essence of life itself
Sing together on this final verse
Last children of the universe
They all suffered pain so that our time would gain
The knowledge and wisdom to avoid it
But we had to know for ourselves how it goes
Impatiently causing our own ending
The said don't touch, but we had to learn
How it feels like to burn
It was shining so bright, the ultimate light
Bitter-sweet nostalgia…
Desire pulls hard,
But it's too late.
Dead are all my virtues
And gifts.
It dulls not any pains,
And hard covet
Reaps a poor harvest
In these latter days.
Starve me in
Boneman torture.
Skin-tight lover.
Pound upon pound
Of flesh paid well
With gnawing ache,
And hunger.
But your want lies asleep,
Under frozen layers of ignorance.
Or even fear.
Dressed in sacrilege,
I sprawl in hurt
… And wear thorns
Just for you.
Read my scars,
Count my sorrows,
But see me !
'Lest the cruel beauty
In my song face the trial
Of deaf ears.
And that is truly worse than death.
I dance in your spirit
And sleep so well in your arms.
Awake unattainable one…
Behind an old piano,
Desperately out of tune.
When she played it alone
At christmas
I felt warm and safe
Then...
Even if it sounded morbid
And she would cry
In a room that lay in ruins,
a monument of failure,
reminder of pains,
of tasks embarked upon.
... but lonelt is a man
whose greatest enemy
is himself.
There I cried,
curled up beyond
life and it's tortures.
Felt thir hut.
Things they had repressed.
"FATHER" [4x]
My beloved brother.
I wish I could take your tears,
And save your heart from drowning.
Still every now and then.
I wanted to embrace you
Comfort you,
Protect you
And keep you warm.
It was so cold
you were so cold,
and wounerable.
It would not be right.
You are my father.
And besides they are all there
... watching.
Oh if you would lift your hands
only once more
open your eyes...
yell or kick!
I dare you.
Please...
In a room that lay in ruins,
a monument of failure,
reminder of pains,
of tasks embarked upon.
... but lonelt is a man
whose greatest enemy
So, it has come to this.
All but solitude in
Explicit detail
Have folded and left me.
Hopelessness grins and feeds with mirth
My philosophies of death:
The nihilistic seal in which I once sought reason,
And spites with black, sarcastic tortures.
So alas the sleeper dies,
In all devouring darkness consumed
Where tears are blood from the soul.
Facing mortality
With trembling fingers
As ever failing swords.
In truth and essence
Old beliefs are like a splintered shield
Dying twixt the mills of God,
Grinding bones to flower.
The song makes bitter dances
When crushed beneath that tower.
Be still my bleeding heart...
Alas all love is dead.
Monumental in its overwhelming silence.
Flooding with hurt,
The winter eats into me
It snows in my heart
I always bear my heart
Naked outside of me
Like a tingling bell
But my heart is not
Of iron and steel
Thus I easily break it
Thorns, nails, and pales
Sticks in the blood (covering my heart)
Will I be taken from
The shadow of far night?
I'm hearing the sound of
Death breathing in my ears
A silence like
Under the wings
Of a dead bird
A silence like
The quietude
Of open graves
I'm hearing the songs of
The birds no more
Nor the wind, nor the whistling of
Cast your charms,
And work past my
Massive hatred.
Might let my peels shed
If you'll drink
From my wounds.
Just might prove
Something not easily
Forgotten,
‘tis what i feel
When I am strong.
Shining with death's beauty
Like a radiating black star.
But those moments
Are aeons apart,
If not but wishful dreams,
I soon awake to blood throbbing
In my ears like a horror scene,
Like salt in my wounds
A reminder:
I still live.
That cursed fluid.
Mocking me with its presence.
Preserving a state of being
I know not how to appreciate.
One dull thump after another,
Each a step closer
To that embrace I long for.
But time is of the essence,
And I have no patience
To endure this
Day by day purgatory.
Kiss me now
And free me.
Bruise me with the depth
Of your innermost passions.
I can take it all
Anti Will eagerly drink
From your poison chalice,
Dagger me with immoral,
And boldly steal my
That last peace of
Humanity left,
As insignificant
As the value we so
Willingly attribute
Life.
There are roses within,
Which, beauty steals breath,
And whose petals yearn for
A simple tenderness to release
Its fathomless warmth.
If not but for a single curious touch.
Instead i burn inside
With warmth never shared,
Tis Blood thou seeketh?
Thou canst hurt me if thou want it.
Burn and break me,
Run your nails clean through me,
For not even the pity of vultures am I worthy.
White skin stings the eyes,
But the soft, red, brush loves soothing ache.
With cold, steel, serrated lips
I kiss myself... So hard.
And the picture painted is one of death.
Skin-like canvas
Yearns and. beckons
Screaming for repentance.
The feeling when flesh parts.
Gaping wounds speaking its beauty in riddles,
A mute crescendo of spewing blood.
Run your nails clean through me,
For not even the pity of vultures am i worthy.
White skin stings the eyes,
But the soft, red, brush loves soothing ache.
With cold, steel, serrated lips
I kiss myself... So hard.
Drenched in surreal pain,
And dancing in a liquid veil,
A constant spray of fading life.
Led by angels dressed as demons.
Sweet are their arms to die in.
But they carry thorns
Thorns that rapture and release.
Behold my art,
Tis Blood thou seeketh?
Thou canst hurt me if thou want it.
Burn and break me,
Run your nails clean through me,
For not even the pity of vultures am i worthy.
White skin stings the eyes,
But the soft, red, brush loves soothing ache.
With cold, steel, serrated lips
I kiss myself... So hard.
In long arching motions.
And the picture painted is one of death.
Skin-like canvas
Yearns and. beckons
Screaming for repentance.
The feeling when flesh parts.
Gaping wounds speaking its beauty in riddles,
A mute crescendo of spewing blood.
Unveiling the- true self,
Streaming from the heart.
Drenched in surreal pain,
And dancing in a liquid veil,
A constant spray of fading life.
Led by angels dressed as demons.
Sweet are their arms to die in.
But they carry thorns
Thorns that rapture and release.
Behold my art,
The flesh takes form
With killing detail
When nightfall class the earth,
shadeless flowers sleep.
Mankind lies in emptiness,
all the mourners weep (in silence).
We stride towards sick winds,
rain fills our lungs,
God s tears inside?
So grim yet beautiful (in your soul).
Are you too of this awe?
Then hope you have (doomed one).
When nightfall clasps the earth,
man humbles himself.
Becomes obedient to death and
godlessness.
We will all die.
We will receive.
The goal of our faith.
When nightfall clasps the earth
angels sing their praises...
Your funeral nothin is fo sho no one ever noes when it's time to go your funeral nothin is fo sho non one ever noes when it's time to go
I lived life without worry while haters comin to hurt me I was sent on a visious mission I'm hopin you heard me I disguised it with blunts livin life around sluts and while the haters be jealous then be all on our nutz it's enough of the madness I am smokin at the funeral I'm a bum I'm a drunk I'm a stoner just like you high school I was fourteen had blunts from alabama believe it I had such a bangin war all about santa fightin with the essays on every other thursday day class was next to that and my skin was hershay never goona be a bitch the game taught me never snitch momma said never go broke over a bitch tried to live on tight pay do everything the right way hitch hiking on survival I had to ride the devils highway god will you forgive me come down and save my soul death is here today don't got another day to go
Your funeral nothing is fo sho no one ever knows when it's time to go your funeral nothin is fo sho no one ever knows when it's time to go
I was nothin depressed contipatin suicide so down on my self sometimes I wanted to die then when I learned to make music all my pain just went away my whole attitude changed I started having good days I tried to live right by treating people with respect I tried to spread peace like when the hippies protest I tried to live my life happy without steppin on your toes I tried to make us all get along friends or foes yo I could keep a secret I can make you feel worth it I can make you feel special and I made it my purpose because I know what it's like when your feeling down and alone no where to go parents fightin so I don't wanna go home not a snake I stay humble never cold to another but now it's my time to go like the snow in the summer so when I'm gone like king kong put the purple in the bong don't be sad I was glad we had class singin along it's over now my dead bodies layin on the ground I'm lookin down as I'm risin like the sun above the town I'm gone like poof no more josh just the cd so the last time you saw me is now the last time you see me.
Your funeral nothin is fo sho no one ever knows when it's time to go.
What will they say up at my funeral when I go who will know I lived it to the limit takin every turn up on this road at my funeral what will they say what will they say when I'm buried one day what will they say up at my funeral when I go who will know I lived it to the limit taken every turn up on this road at my funeral what will they say what will they say when I'm buried one day. Think there's alot a light so since I die tonight I'll find out if I was right I hope I get to make it up in tell I can fly and if if I don't I'll go to hell just know that I'm alright so keep it burnin bright I know the devils been tring to get with me fo some years in different forms and different people swear to god there my peers and they tore me into pieces my last vision is here and there's nothin you can do to me to make it dissapear even know you sittin at my funeral starin at my casket and my legasy lives on and to this day I'm never laughin now you leanin next to me cryin lookin me right in my face trying to wait hopin it's all just a mistake and I awake all because your prayers and your faith forever I'm locked in your soul for the music I make and if you wait for me here I'll be back with a grin and we can sit back and live it all over again remember.
Your funeral nothin is fo sho no one ever knows when it's time to go
A leper seated on the corner of a street in the new world
Crying sorely, as he was destined for so much more
Nobody helps him, they are busy reaching for the sun
No more love or care, the leper is the last one
He was the strongest, he was determined to help the weak
He caught what he fought, the hatred of a world gone sick
Condemned for an imperfect world, the path to hell in sight
The bringer of light was blamed for the darkness of the night
To count towards infinity within borders of finitude
A lesser perfection, to obey is to break the rules
Through quantum steps the path to hell is eternally trod
What was true has become a lie
Gravity will set you free
Unleash upon the world your true misery
Invite them to your labyrinth
Make them pay for their sins
Dare them step through the door
Into the lair of the minotaur
The cornerstone of their playground will soon be gone
Tears in my eyes
Tortured and twisted
The emotions of mine
Pain and decay
All of the kind
Surrounds mankind
Until they die
The soul will be
Into new flesh (borned)
Never have I
Questioned eternal life
If I can't have this
I want nothing
No God can hold me
They will all abandon me
I will be
Released from all
This child saw him alive for the last time
Running away from this wrecking life
First man down on the field, his blood with magical
power
Embraced his fighting soul to the sky forever
Birds are crying for his fate, sky is keeping his soul
mate
Nature whispers his name to his grave
Wind is covering the voices, calling him back from the
dead
The destiny of his own, his death
His loss is a sign to kill the enemy full of madness
and hate
This grave is only a prison for his soul, for his heart
He is not here but I can feel his presence by my side
It can’t be for real
Pain is my feeling for the rest of my life
Fighting my fears, my demons without him alive
History is written with blood and pain
With scars on your heart
It’s insane, I’ve lost my faith
Every time a friend of mine is dying
I’m crying out forever more
Inside the tears you can see the sadness
You can feel the pain for this unfair loss of this man
Riddler was telling me the truth, this is my
deliverance
A path to the silent hill, a thrill
His loss is a sign to kill the enemy full of madness
and hate
This grave is only a prison for his soul, for his heart
He is not here but I can feel his presence by my side
It can’t be for real
Pain is my feeling for the rest of my life
The fragrant rose sweet scented no more
Life, answer my yearning
Please grasp my life, beautiful one
And I'll be yours forever
Like weeping, the heart is mute
Sorrowfilled, and dead
The red pain in my swan-song
Made it harder than life
Do not close your eyes for me
I see the serpent lurk
Heart and soul is ripe to harvest
Please lead it to the hidden land
Lift my veil, bring forth the sinking sun
I composed my swansong
Come dusk and night and make my days pass
Don't make me wait for long
All nights are black and stars still
Sing their gloomy tune
Emptiness it brings into the song of my heart
O friend you pleased a sunless soul
In our cruel history's aftergloom
Mankind's treason brought it's children doom
The thin texture between wrong and right
Mostly broken by those who saw the light
Up to this day the lie remains
To rid the world from it's finer strains
Through pills and acid that alter our brains
A utopia they seek to gain
The fundamental laws of our universe
As they are tought us by our greatest curse
And they are so right those who administer the truth
When their truth is controlled with poison to the youth
Up to this day the lie remains
To rid the world from it's finer strains
Through pills and acid that destroy our brains
A utopia they seek to gain
To save our world from the ones thought insane
Truly the work of the self-proclaimed sane
Evolution has come far enough
Our psychopathic future is set, just learn to be tough
What is the value of intellect and brains
If it is only used to hold your rivals in chains
The human race imprisoned to it's end
A few days have passed since I heard the word
There is not much time left for me in this world
I try to be strong so I put on this mask
Yet the burden of death is a heavy task
About to lose my everything
Cancellation of my future dreams
So I have written my testament
My desire to live it screams
I received my death sentence
From a friendly man in white
The being that is my essence
Soon to fade into the night
When you go out of town do you ever think of me
The poison you put in your veins might make you share my fate
I am so scared that I am shaking all day long
Answer to the great mystery, most likely I'll be gone
The doctors are kind but unable to help
As the panic grows I reflect on the self
Will I remain beyond or will I be reborn
For what is not longer should never be mourned
As darkness and light collide I finally understand
Atheism and faith unite as nature lets go of my mind
As I let go to never ever again be here
I surrender my heart to thee
I bow my soul in misery
Take my hand where I stand alone
Guide me safe on my way back home
Take my heart and eat it warm
Filled with wisdom to mankind forlorn
I bow before your eathborn son
Guiding me with claws and horns
And I praise the messenger
Your time on earth has now come
The fallen one has given birth
Praise the morning son
He now walks the earth
Release my soul and let me be
Your hand on earth in victory
I look at the reflection of what I've become
Been witness to death and life, at times very numb
Scars will never go away, but all is not lost
Focus on my strength today, no matter the cost
Breathe Slow
Be Whole
I feel the life inside of me, its all around
I will resolve this mystery of which I'm bound
This will be my funeral for who I once was
Rebirth of the will to live, myself I must trust
So Close, I'm Reaching
Determined Succeeding
Breathe Slow
Be Whole
I feel the life inside of me, its all around
I will resolve this mystery of which I'm bound
[After Solo]
I feel the life inside of me, its all around
The birds have flown
They hear the weeping
They know the grief
When rain is waking up
Only you really know
Where the thorns do burn
In hollow heart
How the heart is in distress
I touched the burden
Grinding me the pain, surely did
Grief was in the silver-mirrors of your heart
I caressed it
I suffered too
Death cut you into marrow and bone
The bleeding was unending
Distant is the blackest veil
Yet it surely touched
Where the pain is great
Piteous heart sore diseased
Woeful pain please be eased
Never again a heavenly bliss
As midsummers flowers you longed to kiss
[spoken: Ice Cube]
Niggaz are in a state of emergency
The death side: a mirror damage of where we are today
The life side: a vision of where we need to go
So sign your death certificate
Fuck all y'all
[at the funeral:]
Lisa got him
- Allright, on three. One, two... threeee.
Get all folks together, walk this way.
Can't believe it though. The homeboy... Hey, open that door
- Open it
Allright
- 'Right
[gospel music starts playing:]
We've come together by God's demand
Whether it be for life, or death
Well, this morning, it's over the mourning of one of our little brothers
This brother was a good brother
He didn't get into an excessive amount of trouble
But it's one thing...
It's one thing!
It's one thing...
You could end everything right here,
finish it off and disappear,
isn’t it great to have the choice,
quiet it down and stop the noise,
we know those people tell you things,
like what to say and what to think,
we know you’re not needed for your mind,
just for your money and your kind,
we know you’re not wanted for your heart,
Be still brave child
Lay pale skins before me
Undress them, let white castles shine
(Then please forgive my name... Death)
Brushing scythe through soft crops that bend and fall in multitudes
(For no reason, for all time, for eternity)
(My) Loving embrace lasts forever
Yet I'm alone in immemorial sadness
As few are those who welcomes me
To reign from their skeleton throne
It eludes me how I could ever hesitate at the sight of those tearful eyes
I know that I'm the one you want to set you free
Ending all, leaving all
Die for me
Come in my arms
Father of all elegies
Ill-fated sentinel of an idle God's ethos
Leave all behind and drown in my vast lake of sorrow
Loom from within
Illness begin