2006.11.31.Cradle Of FilthPetőfi Csarnokwww.petoficsarnok.hu
2006.12.01MIGHTY MONICsepel; Pagoda
1. All The Love In The Worldwatching all the insects march alongseem to know just right where they belongsmears a face reflecting in the chromehiding in the crowd I'm all aloneno one's heard a single word I've saidthey don't sound this good outside my headit looks as though the past is here to stayI've become a million miles a...why do you get all the love in the world? [repeat]all the jagged edges disappearcolors all look brighter when you're nearthe stars are all afire in the skysometimes I get so lonely I could...why do you get all the love in the world? [repeat]2. You Know What You Are?I tried to send myself through -- tried to get to the other sideI had to patch up the cracks and the holes that I have to hidefound a little bit of time even made it work okayjust found enough to make it really hurtwhen they figured me out and it all just rotted awaydon't you fucking know what you are?you all get back to where you belongyou better take a good luck because I'm full of shitdon't rebuild my heart I don't try to believe in ityou can push it all out -- you can try to pretendbut you can't change anything -- you can't change anything in the enddon't you fucking know what you are?you all get back to where you belongdon't you fucking know what you are?remember what you areremember where you came fromdon't you fucking know what you are?you all get back to where you belong3. The CollectorI pick things up... I am a collectorand things... well things tend to accumulateI have this net... it drags behind me collecting feelings for me to feed uponthere are times... plenty of times I wish I could let it goIt's time to breathe and it's time to grow inside methere are times... plenty of times I wish I could let it gobut this time too many to think... things I don't want noI'm trying to fit it all insideI'm trying the whole thing on my plateI'm trying not to choke and swallow it all... swallow it all... swallow it all... swallow it all...I am the pigI am the swarmall your heart sticks on me and I'm keepin' it rawthey will make me staythey won't let me leavethere are so goddamn many of them it gets so hard to breatheI'm trying to fit it all insideI'm trying the whole thing on my plateI'm trying not to choke insideI am a big boy and I will swallow it all... swallow it all... swallow it all... swallow it all...Every last one...4. The Hand That Feedsyou're keeping in step... in the lightgot your chin held high and you feel just fine'cause you do... what you're toldbut inside your heart it is black, it is hollow and it's coldjust how deep do you believe?will you bite the hand that feeds?will you chew until it bleeds?can you get up off you knees?are you brave enough to see?do you want to change it?what if this whole crusade's a charade?and behind it all is a price to be paidfor the blood, on which we dinejustified in name of the holy and the divinejust how deep do you believe?will you bite the hand that feeds?will you chew until it bleeds?can you get up off you knees?are you brave enough to see?do you want to change it?so naive...i keep holding on to what i want to believei can see...but i keep holding on and on and on and on and on...will you bite the hand that feeds you?will you stay down on your knees?will you bite the hand that feeds?5. Love Is Not Enoughthe more that we takethe paler we geti can't remember what it iswe try to forgetthe towel on the floorso cold it could stingin your eyes is a place worth rememberfor you to go and take this and smash it aparti've gone all this fucking wayto wind up back at -- back at the starthey the closer we think we arewell it only got us so farnow 've you anything left to show?no... no.. i didn't think sohey the sooner we realisewe cover ourselves with liesbut underneath we're not so toughand love is not enoughwell it hides in the darklike the withering veinwe didn't give it a mouthso it could not complainyou never really had a chancewe'll never really make it throughan everything i believei believed i could get better with youhey the closer we think we arewell it never got us so farnow you've got anything left to show?no... no.. no... no.. i didn't think sohey the sooner we realisewe cover ourselves with liesbut underneath we're not so toughand love is not enoughlove is not enough...hey...6. Every Day Is Exactly The Samei believe i can see the futurebecause i repeat the same routinei think i used to have a purposethen again that might have been a dreami think i used to have a voicenow i never make a soundand i just do what i have been toldi really don't want them to come aroundoh no...every day is exactly the samethere is no love here and there is no painevery day is exactly the samei can feel their eyes are watchingin case i lose myself againsometimes i think i'm happy heresometimes...sometimes... yeah, i still pretendi cannot remember how this got startedoh... but i can tell you exactly how it will endevery day is exactly the samethere is no love here and there is no painevery day is exactly the samei'm writing on a little piece of paperi'm hoping someday you might findwell i'll hide it behind something they won't look behindi am still inside...a little bit comes breathing throughi wish this could've been any other waybut i just don't know... i don't know what else i can doevery day is exactly the samethere is no love here and there is no painevery day is exactly the same7. With Teethshe comes alongshe gets insideshe makes you better than anything you've triedconsealed in her kissthe blackest seaand it runs deeper than you dare to dream it could bewi-th tee-th...wave goodbyeto what you werethe roles are changedthe lines begin to blurshe you hardit comes on strongyou finally found the place where you belongwi-th tee-th...i cannot go through this again...wi-th tee-th...she'll will not let you gokeeps holding onthis time i'm not coming backshe'll will not let you go8. Onlyi'm becoming less defined as days go byfading away and well you might say i'm losing focuskind of drifting to the abstract in terms of how i see myselfsometimes i think i can see right through myselfless concerned about fitting into the worldyou're world that is'cause it doesn't really matter anymorenone of this sh...and yes i am alone then again i always wasas far back as i can tell i think maybe it's because...you were never really real to begin withi just made you up to hurt myselfyeah, i just made you up to hurt myselfand it worked... yes it didthere is no youthere is only methere is no fucking youthere is only meonly...well the tiniest little dot caught my eyeand it turned to be a scaband i had this funny feeling like i just knew it's something badi just couldn't leave it alone... picking at this scabit was a doorway trying to seal itself shut, but i climbed throughno i'm somewhere i am not supposed to beand i can see things i know i really shouldn't seeand now i know why... n-now i know whythings aren't as pretty on the insidethere is no youthere is only methere is no fucking youthere is only meonly...9. Getting Smallergetting a little erratic hereand i don't know who to trusti guess they got a way of reading my mindi guess i've got to adjusti've got my arms that flip flop flip flop flipi got my hair on a springwell i thought i got you on my side...i haven't got fucking anythingi'm just a face in the crowdnothing to worry aboutnot even try to stand outi'm getting smaller and smaller and smallerand i've got nothing to sayit's all been taken awayi just behave and obeyi'm afraid i'm starting to fade awayuh huh..i cannot see through the crackswhen i was up on the walli'm not looking to stand up real highi'd be happy to crawli think i'm losing my gripbut i can still make a fistyou know i've still got my one good armand i can... mmm i can beat myself for thisi'm just a face in the crowdnothing to worry aboutnot even try to stand outi'm getting smaller and smaller and smallerand i've got nothing to sayit's all been taken awayi just behave and obeyi'm afraid that i'm starting to fade awayhey and for what it is worthi used to really believebut maybe that's some great thingthat we could achieveand now i can't tell the differencedon't know what to feelbetween what i've been trying so hard to seeand what appears to be reali'm fading away...my world is getting smaller every day and that's okay...10. Sunspotssunspots cast a glare in my eyessometimes i forget i'm alivei feel it coming and i've got to get out of his wayi hear it calling and i come because i can't disobeyi should not listen and i should not believe but i doshe turns me onshe makes it reali have to apologize for the way i feelmy life it seems has taken a turnwhy in the name of god would i ever want to returnpeel off our skin we're gonna burn what we were to the groundfuck in the fire and we'll spread all the ashes aroundi want to kill all the rest of what's left and i doshe turns me onshe makes it reali have to apologize for the way i feeland nothing can stop me nowthere is nothing to fearand everything i'd ever wantis inside of hereno... no... no... no... inside of herenow i just stare into the sunand i see everything i've donei think i could have been someonebut i can't stop what has begunwhen everything is said and doneand there is no place left to runi think i used to be someoneand now i just stare into the sun11. The Line Begins To Blurthere are things that i said i would never dothere are fears that i cannot believe will come trueso my soul is too sick and too little not too lateand myself... i have grown too weary to matethe more i stay in herethe more it's not so clearthe more i stay in herethe more i disappearas far as i have gonei knew what side i'm onbut now i'm not so surethe line begins to bluris there somebody on top of me?i don't know... i don't know...isn't anyone stopping mei don't know... i don't know...why am i trying to hold my breathi don't know... i don't know...just how far down can i go?i don't know... i don't know... i don't know...as i lie here in stillthe fabric starts to tearit's far beyond repairand i don't even careas far as i have gonei knew what side i'm onbut now i'm not so surethe line begins to blur12. Beside You In Timei am all alone this time aroundsometimes on my side i hear a soundplaces parallel i know it's youfeel the little pieces bleeding throughand on... this goes on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on...this goes on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on...now that i've decided not to stayi can feel me start to fade awayeverything is back where it belongi will be beside you before longand on... this goes on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on...this goes on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on... and on...we will never die...beside you in time...13. Right Where It Belongssee the animal in his cage that you built?are you sure what side you're on?better not look him too closely in the eye...are you sure what side of the glass you're on?see the safety of the life you have built?everything where it belongs...feel the hollowness inside of your heartand it's all right where it belongs...what if everything around you isn't quite what it seems?what if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream?and if you look at your reflection, is that all you want to be?what if you could look right through the crack?would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see?what if all the world's inside of your head?just creations of your own...your devils and your gods and the living and the deadand you really are aloneyou can live in this illusionyou can choose to believeyou keep looking but you can't find wordsare you hiding in the trees?what if everything around you isn't quite what as seems?what if all the world you used to know is an elaborate dream?and if you look at your reflection, is that all you want to be?what if you could look right through the cracks?would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see?
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
