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

The self-esteem competition

She drags her foot back and forward

like she's carving hieroglyphics into the concrete

her buffer zone tells she´s a coward

what can penetrate her personal ozone other then suns heat

I stared across the railway undetected

a gaze that neither says hello nor good bye

expectedly she synchronized her head

the thoughts she had were defensive, wanting to say hi

she shrug back losing the self-esteem competition

retreated on the train when her senses fled our 2 second scene

I guess we all chase perfect and end up the next station

guessing is dangerous in words, mute is enough for a small dream

and i wish her well

to the student(assumingly) girl at the subway in Medborgarplatsen/stockholm, summer 2004

Forcefeed

There’s no good, evil or neutral

just a state of mind

that combines them all

in a never-ending cycle

Crystal salt maze

Hollow drunk, drift away on iggy pop resembling landscape

Exhale my own soundtrack aside the famine drive-thru

Here, Galilei added jam on his discovered pancake

Found in translation without a catholic clue

One missing, kouristy lead fungus to penicillin

Dry ghost grasp, sat down in a circle of natures despair

The valley of dead tribes hold stories of annihilation

Here misfits of society are comforted in the dragon’s lair

Prime past carved into rock scars

Jade glowing insects move without trace

White carabieen like light rhythm and no bars

As I continue to construct a crystal salt maze

Camouflaged my nudity from the villages beat

Climbing peaks, watching a clockwork new years eve

This latitude caused my conscience to retreat

Numb attitude also makes an idiot believe

My close ones present in my i-pod, full of sand

Colored solitude from instant to infinite

A colorless rainbow from a leprechaun’s hand

To transparent even for gray or gloomy

Peyote for tourists and French labor

There’s’ no justice under these soles

But I walked in no man lands harbor

Magnetic tumors clashing Earths Poles

Apprehended by stamina and postcards

In the back of the real and happy

It’s still sand on my pillow like from mars

And my piss is still in Chile