Perils Of The Soul
Transcendent Body
Deformed Flesh
Awaiting The Winter
Things To Come
Bringer Of Pain
How Many Realities?
Between The Lines
Face Death

"Invisible Seed Beneath"

Still Searching
Spiritual Envy
War Inside My Mind
I Pray
Big Rock
Matter Of Trust
Invisible Seed Beneath
What Are We To Do Now

"In The Heartbeat Of Living And Dying"

Lack Of Compassion
The Way Home
Risen In Flames
Scores Of Time
Great Mother
I Create
I Am
As The Veil Lifts Slightly
Days As Long As Nights
How Many Realities?

I'm fighting all the time
To realize what's real
To pick the input out
That sticks to me - for all my life
How can I make me feel
To realize what's real?
How many realities
Can I reveal?

Most of the people
Just wonder with anger
They don't understand
Call myself a pretender
Who exposes the deeds
That they've surely not done
Calling me crazy, provocant and lazy
Irresponsible deadbeat, foolish and hazy
Disgrace for my parents
Unemployed parasite
And last but not least
Surely too weak
To stand on my own feet

Well, if this is the truth
I'm quite missing a lot
But for I'm the one that I really am
Let me tell you I'm not!

Can't miss a thing when time don't exist
Like the hooded crow
I can see through the mist
A steadfast rock
In your permanent storm of accusations
Touched, but above your classifications

"It will come to a bad end with you, son!
You should work in our factory!
You must make a decision!
We cannot accept your present position!"
But nobody knows that I'm tormented from inside
To quest the fuck for a vision
My sight is so obscure
I feel so insecure
Am I lost and dead forever?
Is my loss for sure?
Or is this all-just dream, all that I've ever felt and seen?
Is this just a lesson from a higher state of being?
Or is this possibly only an examination?
So who stands or falls?