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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

(Chorus)
Die Masjien marsjeer
Deur die land
Veslind, verskeur
Verwoes, verbrand

Gebore uit gemak
Gemaak om ons te dien
Die mensdom het verswak
Opstand van Masjien!

Meganiese revolusie
Metaal verwoes die vlees
Jou drome net illusie
Jou wêreld nou net vrees

(Chorus)
Die ratte draai nou sonder end
Te laat om dit te keer
Die aarde permanent geskend
Masjien nou in beheer

Die slaaf is nou die meester
Die skepper ‘n dienaar
Die sonlig word nou duister
Devolusie openbaar

(Chorus)

Die Masjien marsjeer…

MACHINE

(Chorus)
The Machine marches
Across the land
Devours, Rips
Destroys, Burns

Born from comfort
Made to serve us
Mankind has weakened
Rise of the Machine!

Mechanical revolution
Metal destroys the flesh
Your dreams are mere illusion
Your world is now just Fear

(Chorus)

The gears turn without end
Too late to make it cease
The earth permanently scarred
Machine now in charge

The slave is now the master
The creator the servant
The sunlight turns to darkness
Devolution revelation
(Chorus)

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)



Terminatryx debut Terminatryx emyx v1.0


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

(Chorus)
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)
© Copyright 2008 Flamedrop Productions / ENT Entertainment



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