Scott Kelly	śpiew, gitara
Steve Von Till	śpiew, gitara
Dave Edwardson	śpiew, basy
Simon McIlroy	klawisze, tapes, samples
Jason Roeder	bębny
Adam Kendall	visual media (prezentacja)
Kris Force	skrzypce, altówka
Sarah Augros	flet
Walter P. Sunday	wiolanczella
Siovhan King	tuba

 

nr.	tytul	czas	typ nagrania	rok
1.	To crawl under one's skin	7:51	1992	studio
2.	Soul at zero	9:18	1992	studio
3.	Zero	1:41	1992	studio
4.	Flight	4:07	1992	studio
5.	The web	4:55	1992	studio
6.	Sterile vision	6:21	1992	studio
7.	A chronology for survival	9:34	1992	studio
8.	Stripped	8:01	1992	studio
9.	Takeahnase	7:56	1992	studio
10.	Empty	1:37	1992	studio

 

1. To crawl under one's skin

 

Isolated so long, blighted by the first frost.
Longing for the warmth of human touch.
Through this wall of ice I can see you.

Callous only outside, from the kicking
And the beating down.
Please rip them from my body, please !

Glacier growing larger.
Mirror growing darker.
Do you see the blue ?

My forefront of consciousness.
Has been ignored.
The healing touch of time has abandoned me.
Abandoned me !

The longing brings me near, but the fear
Keeps me inches/worlds away.

Reaching through the ice at last.
But you feel the frost and run.
Run from me back to the secure.
(You didn't belong here anyway)

And I'm left still, still longing
Still cold
So cold.

 

2. Soul at zero

No seed will grow of this barren earth. Our hope unborn has died. I've slept in the dirt under the light of the moon and I know our souls have perished.

Calling to those that would hear but I am deaf. Clawing at those that would feel but I am dead to my own fears.Our cancer has grown into a stone. This water tastes like poison. Your doomsday machine towers above me to instill my vision.

Glowing pyre in the wind, like a glowing pyre in the wind I stand to heal.

I tried to touch the feelings they have shown, our cancer's grown into a stone. More cracks as our ceiling caves in. This is our destiny.

These are visions, visions on.

 

3. Zero

(tylko muza)

 

4. Flight

Power
Too weak to stand up to the power
Mentally castrated
Seeking security in sedation
Sedation amidst the hum of the machine

Playing on
Grinding on weakness
Grinding on the weak

Punishment for the feel
Rebellion manifests in those who are strong
And
Punishment for the feel

Only way out or out there
But out there is the end

Sick sick
They're damned good at it
Last straw, no more, fight

Her eyes rolled back
Her eyes rolled back

No !!

The mutiny has been electrocuted.

 

5. The web

Leave me demons did I want you ? Why do you need me ? I can see you have so many. I know I'm a magnet but why must I feel your evil ? You give me pain. My thoughts of blood reign. And it's falling to someone...

You web is my time. I can see the sign. It flows through heart. It sees through eyes. It fills my soul.

I'm clawing, crawling, slower, deeper. For this void in my head only you can fill. Your fingers reach so far into my soul. My blood is filled with blood you spilled. And it's falling to someone...

And it's finally falling to someone...
My spirit seeks these desperate moments. Dissolving the prescribed crucifix. It lurks and watches, slowly, waiting. To wash the sickness from my mind.

 

6. Sterile vision

Bury me in a shallow grave. Son the rain will wash me away. And the sun will burn my soul and the earth will feed on me.
The earth must drink my sour blood to breathe.
My disgrace is caustic pain. I'm stumbling but I'm trying to say that I'm crumbling away. In the corner you'll find me. On the back of the bus.
Sterile, sterile vision.

 

7. A chronology for survival

The cycles they are clawing
Thrive
Wander, then starve
The cycles they are thawing
Dive
Wallow, then freeze

Silence
Ripping up through the cracks

The thriving of the doomed
Before the cleanse to dust

Rise
Run
Feed
Ripen
Wound
Wither
Fall
Rise again

Taking time
by the forelock

A chronology for survival
And a wretched end for the pathetic.

 

8. Stripped

Destroy the eyes of the world
Wish for invisibility
God damn your eyes I say from the gallows

Stripping you down

Ashamed for feeling
Ashamed for thinking
No right to my own real

Foundation, death in life
Murder in the matrix

The hole in your soul marks the ruins
The lost city
The lost child

Anonymous persecutions
Attracting autonomy from the flank

Bridges burned
Internal shame spirals you down

Do not be ashamed of freedom.

 

9. Takeahnase

When it begins - Takeahnase - the floods will sever the christs from the earth. Thieves called it property - Takeahnase - you'll drown for our mother's disgrace.

We tried to tell you, now let us show you. You'll know the way. Like spiny fingers you'll separate. You'll know the way. Takeahnase.

Cold, distorted air - Takeahnase - the blood must flow to pay for your hour. This human garbage - Takeahnase - You'll drown for our mother's disgrace.

Burn down.

 

10. Empty

(tylko muza)