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LYRICS FROM
THE 2014
TERMINATRYX
ALBUM
"SHADOW"
(cat.#:
FDROP 001)
METROPOLIS
(instrumental
- written
by Paul
Blom)
© Copyright
2014 Flamedrop
Productions
HOLY
(written
by Sonja Ruppersberg & Paul
Blom)
© Copyright
2014 Flamedrop
Productions
Lay the blame - it's the easiest position
Pre-conceptions lead to narrow definitions
Your interpretation may be written down in stone
Ignorance in numbers - a Dystopia of drones
(Chorus)
Continue the same old song
Don't care if the words can harm
The lyrics will hit the spot
Fuel for the murder plot
Labeled mysterious
Dark, evil and serious
Burn witches at the stake
Holy is the new fake
Just be a part of the general condition
Part of the flock with the same old disposition
Suffer the pain of human pre-condition
Sadly a part of the previous edition
(Chorus)
Lay the blame it's the easiest position
Preconceptions lead to narrow definitions
Your interpretation may be written down in stone
Ignorance in numbers - a Dystopia of drones
(Chorus)
Holy!
Holy is the new fake
SCARS
(written
by Paul
Blom)
© Copyright
2014 Flamedrop
Productions
Let the pain subside
And the memories fade
Let the trauma divide
The price that you paid
Blades and fire - Bullets and wire
Broken glass - Etched remnants from your past
(Chorus)
The scars on your skin
Are so much harder to hide than the ones within
The marks on your soul
Multiply inside, lose your grip and your hold
Physical torture - Mental abuse
Self-mutilation - War wounds you did not choose
Don't lose! Control!
Hold on, hold on
The scars on your skin
Are so much harder to hide than the ones within
The stars will begin
To align in your eyes ust as all hope dies
Torn to pieces, accidental
Fists and nails, boots and teeth
Compassion failed, not incidental
Degrading words, bring you to your knees
Sadistic - Masochistic
By another's hand - Or your own
Don't lose! Control!
Hold on, move on
(Chorus)
The damage may be healed,
But the memories, can still remain
Each nerve ending and emotion feels
But you can rise, above the pain
Let the pain subside
And the memories fade
Let the trauma divide
The price that you paid
(Chorus)
MASJIEN
(English translation "Machine" beside the Afrikaans lyrics)
(written
by Paul
Blom)
© Copyright
2014 Flamedrop
Productions
MASJIEN |
MACHINE The Machine marches... |
|---|
SHADOW
(written
by Sonja Ruppersberg & Paul
Blom)
© Copyright
2014 Flamedrop
Productions
I know you well - my other side
I am the light in which you hide
You dare to find my inner mind
(Chorus)
Shadow of my soul, evil is your goal,
I can't come back, I’ve gone too far
There’s no return, my soul to burn
(Chorus)
And in between - our worlds collide
I’m stranded here, I’m on your side
There’s no return - eternal night
(Chorus)
GONE
(written by Sonja Ruppersberg & Paul Blom)
© Copyright 2014 Flamedrop Productions
Standing right here
Was the last time I saw you
And waiting right here
Is the last thing I'll do for you
Go I will go and I'll never return
Go I will go, I am gone
All of this time passing
I can't remember
Why I would let these things
Decide my next move
Go I will go and I'll never return
Go I will go, I am gone
I have waited - For so long
I have hated - But now, I'll go
I left this place now and I can't see my way out
Of this confusion and out of these shackles
That you gave to me and I've carried your cross
Go I will go, I am gone
I have waited - For so long
I have hated - But now, I'll go
With no more tears that are left
To be cried for you
So far away
It's the last time I'll bleed for you
Go I will go and I'll never return
Go I will go, I am gone!
PURIFIRE
(written by Paul Blom)
© Copyright 2014 Flamedrop Productions
I am the PuriFire, I will make you burn
No more will you conspire, each one will get their turn
With a tongue of flame, I will strip your skin
Beaten at your own game, as you pay for your sins
Flagrant violations
Every chance you get
Continued indiscretions
Seems like you’ve lost your bet
Should you go chasing dragons
Then expect to get burnt
A lesson too late is one
That will remain unlearnt
Enter your purgatory
Made by your own hand
You’ll blaze eternally
No use to make a stand
I am the PuriFire
Treat all around you like trash
Self-centered narcissist
Soon you’re reduced to ash
As your own catalyst
You ask where is forgiveness
There will be none for you
Succumb to your own weakness
Your nightmare has come true
I am the PuriFire, I will make you burn
No more will you conspire, each one will get their turn
With a tongue of flame, I will strip your skin
Beaten at your own game, now your pain begins
NOTHING
(written by Sonja Ruppersberg & Paul Blom)
© Copyright 2014 Flamedrop Productions
All these places - Saddened faces
Finally I have seen
A world not meant for me
Nothing will live
All these spaces - Empty graces
Gestures in nothingness
Grey and emotionless
No one will give
But I'm strong, I am strong - I'll go on.
I'll go on, I'll go on - For how long
Pained frustrations - Strained relations
Just look the other way
As long as you're okay
Nothing's amiss
Rusted cages - Empty pages
Is this the way to live
To hate and not forgive
Nothing can live
But I'm strong, I am strong - I was wrong
I'll go on, I'll go on - Not for long
OUTCAST
(written
by Paul
Blom & Sonja Ruppersberg)
© Copyright
2014 Flamedrop
Productions
Semi-Instrumental with no No Lyrics
MEDUSA
(written
by Paul
Blom & Sonja Ruppersberg)
© Copyright
2014 Flamedrop
Productions
I’ve been searching for this creature from the dark
I’ve been tempting, trying, looking for its mark
So evasive, playing with fire - I will find her, I won’t tire
For my creature from the dark
I’ve been hoping but these feelings are so stark
I’ve been blindly finding reasons not to guard
So alluring, can’t stop wanting - I can’t stop this seed I’m planting
For my creature from the dark
Look away her hatred’s lurking
(Look away, look away)
She’s been lost and she’s been hurting
She will turn your heart to stone
(There is nothing you can do)
Entombed, her eyes are all you know
(There is nothing you can say)
Look away now it’s too late
Her reflection turns to hate
(When her eyes are on you)
She will turn you into stone
Entombed, her eyes are all you know
I’ve been searching for this creature from the dark.
I’ve been tempting, trying looking for its mark
So evasive, playing with fire - I will find her, I won’t tire
For my creature from the dark
I’ve been hoping but these feelings are so stark
I’ve been blindly finding reasons not to guard
So alluring, can’t stop wanting - I can’t stop this seed I’m planting
For my creature from the dark
Look away her hatred’s lurking
She’s been lost and she’s been hurting
She will turn your heart to stone
Entombed, her eyes are all you know
Look away now it’s too late
Her reflection turns to hate
She will turn you into stone
Entombed, her eyes are all you know
I’ve been searching for this creature from the dark.
SHADOW
(Industriezone Remix)
(written
by Sonja Ruppersberg & Paul
Blom)
© Copyright
2014 Flamedrop
Productions
I know you well - my other side
I am the light in which you hide
You dare to find my inner mind
(Chorus)
Shadow of my soul, evil is your goal,
I can't come back, I’ve gone too far
There’s no return, my soul to burn
(Chorus)
And in between - our worlds collide
I’m stranded here, I’m on your side
There’s no return - eternal night
(Chorus)
|
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|---|
LYRICS FROM
THE 2008
SELF-TITLED TERMINATRYX ALBUM (cat.#:
CDENT 010)
and its full remixed version "REMYX v1.0" (cat.#:
CDENT 015)
VENUS
RISING
(instrumental
- music
by Paul
Blom &
Sonja Ruppersberg)
© Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
CONsume
(Music
& Lyrics
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
Your over-the-counter
counterculture
-
Is counterfeit
It's just
another
market
For you
to turn
to shit
(chorus)
Con-sume!
- It all
comes around,
then it
goes around
again
Con-sume!
- New from
the box
- straight
to the bin
Con-sume!
- It all
comes around,
then it
goes around
again
Exhume!
- That which
was - and
will be
again -
Con-sume!
Why would
the advertisers
be untrue?
False profits
they are
not
Don't you
know their
biggest
interest
is YOU?
Turnover
- take another
shot
Drink this,
spray that
- you're
irresistible
Wear this,
not that
- you're
bound to
score
Once you're
snagged
- is it
reversible?
And does
it matter
if you look
and smell
just like
a whore?
This supplement
is bound
to perk
you up
(But tumours
may result
down the
line)
You need
an increase
of at least
a cup
(Let's hope
the silicone
don't leak
into your
spine)
Mass produce
-
Regurgitate
-
What's the
use
Reverse
your fate
(?)
(chorus)
Take an
old hit
- update
the beat
Rehash-repackage-resell
- won't
be cheap
It's not
theft it's
"sampling"
- watch
the sheep
As they
fork over
the green
& move their
feet
Bald is
back!
No wait,
long hair
Be yourself?
Why should
you care?
Buy, sell
Sell-by
The gypsy-rockstar-heroin-look
is gonna
be big this
year
Hang on
that's just
passed -
what's left,
"oh dear!"
Let's push
the porn-goth-football-bouncer-kindergarten
style
It's bound
to get them
talking
- if only
for a while
(chorus)
Fast food-PCs-cell
phones-cars
Venues-movies-hairstyles-bars
TV-sex-pop-magazines
No there's
no inbetween
It weighs
less, but
it costs
the same
Who do you
think stands
to blame?
With blindfold
on and wallet
gaping
Sing along
to the consumer
raping
Portion
packed religion
Salvation
at a price
Porn empires
worth billions
There's
nothing
a credit
card can't
slice
(chorus)
VIRUS
>://v_ir-US<
(Music
& Lyrics
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
Virus
You are
the virus
> I am
the virus
Biology
> Maternal
womb
Technology
> Motherboard
Biology
> Prenatal
tomb
Technology
> Digital
law
Protection > Infection
(chorus)
Virus
You are
the virus
> I am
the virus
The virus
in us
Virus
You are
the virus
> I am
the virus
The virus
is us
Inner
space >
Conception
Human race
> Infiltration
Cyberspace
> Deception
Without
a face >
Contamination
Chemistry
> Electricity
Protection
> Infection
Hacked
in, like
a locust
spawn
Politicians,
bitch ‘til
dawn
No hard
currency,
hard luck
you’re
born
Cell &
data, ripped
& torn
Coursing
veins >
a sullen
fall
Fiber-optic
strains
> no
borders,
no walls
Pain
reigns -
squirm and
crawl
Artificial
brains,
to rule
it all
(chorus)
Digital
electrodes
> end
users- &
abusers
We sit and
watch as
it implodes,
both beggars
and the
choosers
The dim
& wise,
the rich
& poor
–
united in
equal demise
Its domination
ensured
Protection
> Infection
(chorus)
MIDNIGHT
(Music
by Paul
Blom /
Lyrics by
Sonja Ruppersberg
& Paul
Blom )
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
The sky's
bruised
black -
The sun
drips blood
It's setting
in - a sea
of mud
Beyond
the cracks
- born &
bred
To induce
heart attacks
Vampiria
arise from
death
Caked eyes
and last
night's
blood on
their breath
At
midnight
they will
fall from
grace
The last
two of their
morbid race
They want
to feed
on lust
and drugs
And start
the night
with lines
and hugs
You
do me first
–
Time is
no issue
I’ll
tie your
boots –
No rule
of thumb
As we get
dressed
–
The residue
In our ghastly
suits –
Of what’s
to come
My
corset –
Pull your
strings
Your boots
–
Tuck me
in
My make-up
–
Translucent
masks
Your roots
–
Each designated
task
Swaying
angles dressed
in black
Venture
out for
another
snack
Pavement
princesses
relinquish
to none
Get their
fill before
the morning
comes
We
walk but
we are so
undead
About to
paint this
small town
red
Elegantly
we fall
from grace
The last
remnants
our little
race
The
sky’s
bruised
black -
The sun
drips red
It’s
setting
in, a sea
of mud
Beyond the
cracks –
born &
bred
Their nourishment
–
your precious
blood
SLEEPWALKERS
(Music
& Lyrics
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
Wake Up
When
ideologies
clash
Religion
> Collision
Casualties
- trapped-in-between
As so-called
"leaders"
lack vision
Wake Up
Mounting
tension
- Life's
suspension
Have you
no shame
- Always
passing
the blame...
(Wake Up)
As you do
the buck
- One cog
stuck
Grinds the
whole machine
- Turns
pure life
obscene
Wake Up
From
the 1st
to the 4th
world
All of its
dimensions
Conflict
& hatred
continue
to unfurl
Too many
to mention
Wake Up
Sleepwalking
With open
eyes
TABLOID
ANDROID
(Music
& Lyrics
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
Tabloid
Android
You
fabricate
and masturbate
Pontificate
and irritate
You're
a tabloid
android
A mechanized
moron on
auto-drive
God knows
how you
avoid -
Getting
skinned
alive
The
art of blurring
fact with
fiction
And written
contradiction
Causes crap
and friction
(No retraction
in the next
edition)
Save
the fantasy
For your
"unfinished
novel's"
pages
You can't
leave us
be
But, cram
us into
cages
Box
us in -
to suit
your needs
Deadline!
Pick up
the speed
Add sauce,
add juice,
add lies
How can
you look
them in
the eyes?
You
fabricate
- and masturbate
Pontificate
- and irritate
You're
a tabloid
android
A mechanized
moron on
auto-drive
God knows
how you
avoid -
Getting
skinned
alive
Sell-sell,
gotta sell!
(repeat)
Dig for
dirt, dig
for sleaze
You can
go to hell
And we won't
ask "please"
You're
missing
the point
by a mile
This is
not freedom
of speech
Just want
to make
your editor
smile
Dumb bastard
- stupid
bitch
You're
pathetic,
you're so
pathetic
P-A-T-H-E-T-I
and C!
You're pathetic,
you're so
pathetic
Hope one
day you're
more than
a wannabe!
Misinformation
- Trick
the nation
Who cares
about degradation
- As long
as it's
in fashion
You sensationalize
- And you
polarize
Contracting
flies -
To your
shit pies
Simply
add a tale
And if no-one
can prove
it wrong
then
Press freedom
will prevail
And now
you've got
your own
damn song
Why
are you
so bitter?
Wish you
could be
a celebrity?
Does it
make you
feel better,
Sacrificing
your integrity?
You
fabricate
- and masturbate
Pontificate
- and irritate
You're
a tabloid
android
A mechanized
moron on
auto-drive
God knows
how you
avoid
Getting
skinned
alive
I
wish I could
leave you
off the
record
But this
just had
to be said
SYMBIONIK
(Instrumental
- Music
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
WE
COME IN
PEACE
(Music
& Lyrics
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
Keep your
eyes - On
the sky
No need
to hide
- From the
fading light
Because
we come
in Peace
We come
in Peace
You
live your
lie
Not asking
"why?"
Swallow
your cries
Wipe your
eyes
Because
we come
in Peace
We come
in Peace
- To get
a piece
of you
The
way you
treat your
planet
And population
It's plain
to see you've
had it
Can't stop
the degradation
You
kill your
children
Crush your
fellow man
Destroy
your resources
Fast as
you can
We
come in
Peace
To get a
piece of
you
I...
Realise
Die... Or
survive
(take me
with you!)
I... Realise
Die... Or
survive
We
come in
Peace
(lead break)
You
never find
what you
seek
You never
reach your
goals
Throw yourself
to the meek
So we will
take control
If
your greatest
fear
Is growing
old
When your
body is
weak
We'll take
your mind
and soul
We
come in
Peace
UP
TO YOU
(Music
& Lyrics
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
Should you
seek advice
from Dr.
Phil?
Or resort
to your
own free
will?
Should you
reach for
a razor
blade?
Or go out
and get
laid?
It's up to you
Should
you join
the army,
or stay
in bed?
Perhaps
make plans
to get wed?
Can you
spend more
money than
you earn?
Are you
a trouble-magnet,
or will
you never
learn?
It's up to you
Do
you need
another,
to affirm
your state
Or need
a push or
a leap of
faith
Do you fear
to tread,
when they
turn the
screws
Like I said
–
it’s
up to you
Up
to you
It's up
to you
THE
LOVE SONG
(Music
& Lyrics
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
It’s
always sports
on TV
Your annoying
mates on
the phone
Pay no attention
to me
Boy, you
can go at
alone, so…
Here’s your fucking love song
Think
I can’t
detect your
lies
Obsessed
with your
brand new
car
It’s
always “me”,
“myself”,
and “I”
Your sorry
ass won’t
get far
I
can’t
remember
your touch
Stay out
‘til
quarter
to 3
This is
getting
too much
You think
I’m
too blind
to see
Your
affection’s
far too
fake
Your ass
doesn’t
house the
rising sun
We can all
make mistakes
And you’re
my biggest
one
Here’s your fucking love song
I'm
sick of
your face
Sick of
your clothes
Sick of
your expanding
waist
I'm
sick of
your friends
Sick of
your voice
Sick of
your boy-magazine
trends
Sick
of your
insensitivity
Sick of
your crap
and infidelity
I'm
sick of
everything
you do -
And baby
- I'm sick
of you!
Fuck
you, fuck
you –
Fuck
Fuck you,
fuck you
–
you Fuck
Fuck you,
fuck you
–
you Fuck
Here’s
your fucking
love song
Shove
it
SIEK+SAT
(Music &
Lyrics by
Paul Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
(chorus)
Genoeg is
genoeg
Te laat
is te vroeg
Genoeg is
genoeg
Van die
kerk tot
die kroeg
Ek
is moeg
vir korrupsie,
moord, verkragting
en doodslag
En lang
queue’s
waar jy
ure moet
staan en
wag
Ek is moeg
vir gravy-train
swape, wat
vat en kry
sonder swoeg
En agterbakse
bliksems,
wat hul
eie sake
vol ploeg
Ek
is siek
en sat vir
donsdose
wat dink
hulle weet
wat
Ek is siek
en sat vir
lighties
wat dink
hulle ken
die pad
Ek is sat
en siek
vir ou ballies
wat hulle
advies kan
stick
Ek is sat
en siek
vir kak
musiek en
kakker flieks
Ek
is moeg
vir die
lewe se
contradictions
En ek’s
moeg vir
politicians
elke skrikkeljaar-klug
met elections
(chorus)
Ek
is gatvol
vir cliché
leefstyle
wat uit
die TV rol
En ek is
gatvol vir
idiote wat
agter trends
aan-hol
Ek is tot
hiertoe
vol met
kunslose
narre wat
met spray
cans jol
Ek is tot
hiertoe
vol met
taxi-drivers
wat hul
karre rol
Ek
is klaar
met kinder-
en diere-mishandelaars
En is klaar
met kansvatters
en dwelmhandelaars
(chorus)
Ek
is siek
en sat vir
besoedeling
van nywerhede
En om te
leef in
die verlede
Gatvol vir
leuens en
verdraaide
waarheid
En vir die
noodsaak
om te veg
vir vryheid
Ek
is absoluut
bored met
die Hilton
terte
Wat famous
word omdat
papa miljoene
werd is
Dit maak
my lam dat
oorloë
steeds woed
En ek is
siek vir
scum, nie
opgesluit
net lig
beboet
(chorus)
Ek
is tam vir
slegte nuusberigte
En baby
fabrieke
wat nie
omsien na
hul pligte
Ek
is siek
en sat dat
ons nie
‘n
verkoue
kan genees
En dat mense
daagliks
moet leef
in vrees
Ek is siek
en sat dat
skoenmakers
nie hou
by hul lees
En ek’s
siek en
sat date
ek sien
en sat moet
wees
Genoeg
is genoeg
Te laat
is te vroeg
Genoeg is
genoeg
Laat my
walg, laat
my wroeg
Genoeg
is genoeg!
Below
follows
the English
translation
to the Afrikaans
lyrics of
the TERMINATRYX
song
SIEK+SAT
- translated
by Paul
Blom
SICK+TIRED
(Music,
Lyrics &
Translation
by Paul
Blom)
©
Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
Enough is enough
Too late is too soon
Enough is enough
From the church to the saloon
I’m
tired of
corruption,
murder,
rape and
manslaughter
And long
queue’s
where you
wile away
the hours
I’m
tired of
gravy-train
morons,
who simply
take without
sweat
And cocky
bastards
filling
their own
pockets
I
am sick
and tired
of pre-pubescents
who think
they know
it all
I am sick
and tired
of youngsters
who believe
they know
the way
I am sick
and tired
of old farts
who can
stick their
advice
I am sick
and tired
of crap
music and
crapper
movies
I
am tired
of life’s
contradictions
And I’m
tired of
politicians
every leap
year farce
with elections
(Chorus)
I’ve
had enough
of cliché
lifestyles
rolling
from the
TV
And I’ve
had enough
of idiotic
trend chasers
I’ve
had it up
to here
with artless
clowns playing
with spray
cans
I’ve
had it up
to here
with taxi-drivers
rolling
their cars
I’m
done with
child- and
animal abusers
And I am
done with
chancers
and drug
dealers
(Chorus)
I
am sick
and tired
of pollution
from industries
And to live
in the past
Tired of
lies and
twisted
truth
And for
the need
to have
to fight
for your
freedom
I
am absolutely
bored with
the Hilton
tarts
Who become
famous because
daddy’s
worth million$
It paralyzes
me that
wars still
rage
And I am
sick of
scum, not
locked up,
just lightly
fined
(Chorus)
I
am exhausted
of bad news
bulletins
And baby
factories
that don’t
tend their
responsibilities
I
am sick
and tired
that we
cannot heal
a cold
And that
people have
to live
in fear
each day
I am sick
and tired
that people
don’t
mind their
own business
And I am
sick tired
that I have
to be sick
and tired
Enough
is enough
Too late
is too soon
Enough is
enough
Makes me
choke makes
me squirm
Enough
is enough
ABSINTHIUM
(Instrumental
- Music
by Paul
Blom)
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Copyright
2008 Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
All
songs
Copyright ©
2003-2008
Flamedrop
Productions
/ ENT Entertainment
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