Tungsten 4: The Refugee

Towers Sent Her To Sheets Of Sound

Innerlane

I feel it move two steps behind. Moving fast into the night. Flashing lights keeps passing by. See the pain that's in their eyes. . A screaming child, what have I done?.

Paradox

I can't take this. Forever I've wanted to be a lot more than just a person. Not to play on the side of the humans. We're forced to live and die in this system.

Inhuman Desire

It slips away through my mind. Reflections of the dead, eternal life, eternal lust. With patience we must die. I turn away from this world to enter the twilight zone.

The Plain Moon

Painless

Memory apart after opening. Feel nothing; The dream is gone. Spinning in a mind overflow,. Dream what reality cannot. Ever make you understand. A vision to bring back the sense of the world.

The Bray Road Beast

In Her Arms

And I close my eyes. I wait for her. Please help me die. Please end my tears. . Standing by the sea. Watching her raging waves. Beautiful as she. No one could ever be.

Pain

Torn, apart, her face,. ripped from her fleshy skull,. her scalp, degloved,. what an horrific site,. with inches from her life,. and all that's left inside,.

Pressure Of Our Plans

Illusionate

Slowly as they reach my soul. with confiding holgrams, why?. Someone pull the strings for me. I am getting weaker. now they're in control. . [Chorus].

No One Wins

There'll be a time. Where I can take what they've taught and make it work. THIS would be a better place if you could free you mind of thought. THOUGH to be in this place life, has abandoned you.

Higher Level

i can't resist nor refuse the thrill of lust you bring me. the contradictions taking me down. down to the darker side of me. . the insecurity is my fear.

Never Hated More

The fear inside my hate filled mind. The concept of eternal life.... Never could you understand. That life won't take you by the hand. . Wait... you stop to ponder I'm leaving you behind,.

Gimme Gimme Gimme

Gimme, gimme a man after midnight. . Half past twelve. And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone. How I hate to spend the evening on my own.

Nightingale

Ghoststory

[Music: Robert]. [Arrangement: Mikael, Klas]. [Lyrics: Jorgen]. . We lost the paradise of curiousity. Now we're bound to live in anxiety. All we have is hope to find the answer.

Massacre

Arms, legs, feet, hands all limbs are gone. Flesh torn, life loss blown to black dust. Torn, earth seeks death, blood is on ground. Feel the grim pain, it is your fault.

Necronomicon