Streets

You have a mind full of fear,
But your eyes fill with rage.
Insecurities locked up inside a fucking cage.
What's it going to take to relinquish your guilt?
Will we ever get to see the way your hatred was built?

A series of attacks starts an evil chain re-action
You use your fists not your thoughts as your anger comes crashing
Down into the gutter as his head spills with blood
But running through your mind, you think that you've done good.

You're a disease, a void of human endeavour.
But to your "noble" subjects you're seen as nothing but clever.
One of these days
An attack you'll never have seen.
One of these days
We will wipe these streets clean.

Lost Cause

I
Have Had
Enough.

All you see is blindness,
All you say is dumb.

I
Will Leave
This Place

You're nothing but a lost cause
You've already lost the race.

NO HOPE

NO RULES
NO CARES
NO DREAMS
NIGHMARES

NO PARENTS
NO FRIENDS
IT'S MAN ON MAN
THIS COUNTRY ENDS.

THIS IS IT
YOU'VE BLOWN IT ALL
UK'S DECENDED INTO MOB RULE

FIGHT FOR YOUR FOOD
FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE
THERE'S NO HOPE NOW
RETALIATE.

Rise up, fuck the class system.

END.

THIS IS THE END,
THE END OF DAYS,
THE END TO ALL YOUR SELFISH WAYS.

YOU'VE USED IT ALL,
NOW IT'S ALL GONE,
SOCIETY DROPPED THE FUCKING BOMB.

YOU BOUGHT YOURSELF DOWN.


Fuck fighting over natural resources, keep them while you can. When it all runs out thats when the real fighting begins.

Fuck your consumer based society.

I'm going to listen to late 90's techno and never buy another microwave again.
Bring the world down, pound by pound.

Thought Decay.

"When a person mask's their identity from the outside world, they are blocking their thoughs, their visions, their view on humanity. Should you feel the need to mask your identity think weather it is better your thoughts are heard rather than buried behind a seemingly inadequate peice of paper."

Elina Merenmies

"In literature, I've always been more interested in decadence than realism. For me, horror and the supernatural are part of everyday reality. Those things stem from a subconcious need to create a comforting image. You could perhaps compare it to sad songs. I often shed tears while working, and only then do I know that im suffusing the theme with something mournful."

Elina Merenmies

Interview up here.
http://www.kiasma.fi/index.php?id=1086&L=1