Volume II

Released in 2007 by Grooveyard Records
Recorded in Shrimpmonkey Studio by Tobias Strandvik & Kamchatka
Mixed and produced by Nicholas Elgstrand & Kamchatka


01 – Who Am I?
02 – Breathe
03 – Terminus
04 – Withstand
05 – From Here
06 – Heritage
07 – Sweet Relief
08 – Feel
09 – Jigsaw


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01 – Who Am I?

(Öjersson)

Who am I?
What’s my game?
I can not
stay the same.
 
I never stopped to think
I am a product of my expectation
of what others expect from me.
That I expect more from myself
than I do from anyone else
is something I have not been able to see.
 
Who am I?
What’s my game?
I can not
stay the same.
 
I have to pick myself apart
so I can make a brand new start
once I have sorted out the muddle at hand,
and when I put myself together
I’ll be built to last forever
and then finally I must come to understand who I am.
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02 – Breathe

(Öjersson)

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,
to free me of me.
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03 – Terminus

(Öjersson)

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
oblivious ignoramus.
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04 – Withstand

(Andersson)

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.
I do.
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05 – From Here

(Andersson)

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 think I know where we could go.
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06 – Heritage

(Öjersson)

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
just like that man from Galilee.
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07 – Sweet Relief

(Öjersson)

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.
Can’t we all taste the sweet relief?
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08 – Feel

(Andersson)

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.
 
Feel.
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09 – Jigsaw

(Öjersson)

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.
Still no telling time in sight.
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