To who ever it goes out to

Whoever you are, I wish you were here
Whatever you do, I wish you the best
However you feel, I wish I knew
Whenever you’re gone, I wish I could come
Whenever you smile, I wish it lasts
Whoever you meet, I wish it’s good
Whoever you like, I wish it’s mutual
Whatever you say, I wish we agree
Whatever happens, I wish you hope the same for me.

Now let’s dance

Hemphazard

In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.

it's over now







Hemphazard\ Odes to the postmodern century (2004)

Driving insane

we all need friends in the depths of negativity

ignorance can be relief when knowledge is secluted

the playground is full hitchhikers who are wet and deep

all our paths are crossed when we lose it

I was already a ration refugee

the smaller the curve the bigger the turn descended

in the haven traffic, diamonds and jewels deplete

worthless compared to self-fulfillment wanted

sides are been chosen carefully

empty hands are lined up and the bomb has been planted

tomorrow we have a new fusion to beat

but for now, the pause has been impregnated

we separate ourselves from unity

and unite in what needs to be kept separated

we all need an nemesis for our retubution is weak

love is a myth so my words are forged by hatred

No mandatory web

no headache clockwork, no lingo codex

no collective effort, no budget annex

no annual caliculation, , no coffee sentiments

no jurisdiction, no case of the Mondays

no boss preaching, no staff meetings

no brown nosing, no broken administrations

today is the birthday of your eternity

today’s applause is in your honor

by those who would want to be in your shoes

let's not count days to retire

new paths has to be found in the memory lane

9 to 5 is now crumpled manifesto

an distant victory anthem can be heard

and I proud you made it possible

statured an example to the mandatory web

agenda is whatever you choose it to be

the apparatus has had your contribution

airborne and wingclipt simutaniously

you're a dove who found the new land

no office should hold your passions gambits

you made both friends and phantoms

now say hello to tomorrow with a new language

2:mom (independent as fuck)

Swordmaid and soulkiller

is it us or schizophrenic freedom
is it us or schizophrenic freedom
is it us or schizophrenic freedom
is it us or schizophrenic freedom


my mouth is a tunnel with no light that see ends
razor throat, scars on lingo, to sharp for fable
foundation wasn’t immaculate it's was never cleansed
dirty little partner in crime, so symmetrical

I love all so I don’t fit bottlenecks or fractions
immense accountability down in a wishing well
I don’t know if I can live with my actions
but you know you can’t, since I gave you hell

actor with two heads as duality personas
one between my shoulders and one between my legs
I placed booth in palms of sword swallowers
now two scattered body’s at the breach of tensiles



lay down in the collective memory princess
static scales may justify context
lay down in the collective memory princess
static scales may justify context


2: Niklas and Eline / Cancerface

Grasp your infinite now

No prayers has been reserved in television heaven or in techno hell

grasp your infinite now

grasp your infinite now

Werewolf syndrome

at the assimilated sunrise everything awakes when I close my eyes

sense presents itself when safe outside it´s disguise

whether it´s a dazzled state of mind or my closest to sublime

numb spiritual rapture, paradox to the zombie paradigm

I’ve mutilated so many sheep, the shepheards profession is trivial

among the walking dead, Cancerface doesn’t dwell

elevating myself, with little help from my friends

morning and that´s when napalm smells

this is the beauty of solitude, shut down exterior

soul takes the steering wheel, indicates I’m superior

waking life’s doesn’t follow routine, and it´s so liberating

sample this in your drum machine, the harmony of nothing

tranquil sedated level, fighting hectic stagnation

followed by the execution of the sandman

to get me threw tomorrow, at the moon I beat my chest howling

never reply, soundproof vacancy is overwhelming

vamperical prime-time regenerating my motivation

I’m the playa walking home alone, my werewolf syndrome