IN FLAMES LYRICS

1. Jotun

[Strömblad, Gelotte]

I often dream of huge, numb buildings
Jet-black, sinister architecture
Being installed when nobody sees.
Their appearance so sudden
That few would take notice.

And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by one,
Imagining its weight, its silence
And the absence of excuses for a havoced life
And the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone.

Jotun.

A body of black
That carried no reflection
Defying its own room
Un-earthly eggs of decreation

There would be colonies
Mushroom-scattered, forever out of context
Rising spores from a dying world
To pollute, to chase away what's left

Sun-white, pulverised desert stone
And serpentine lizard mouths.
Pales away the pyramids,
Rewriting 4,500 years of history
Raping the statue of liberty
Outplays the acropolis
Inverting the fjords
Invades the N.Y. skyline to
Dream its own existence in one single final word.

Jotun.

A body of black
That carried no reflection
Defying it's own room
Un-earthly eggs of decreation
Un-earthly eggs of decreation

Can we identify them
As the flint buried in our reptile skulls
Or the time-bomb coded in our DNA.

Jotun

A body of black
That carried no reflection
Defying it's own room
Un-earthly eggs of decreation

2. Food For The Gods

[Ljungström, Gelotte, Strömblad]

Shame marries the guilt
Introduces itself to concept of total loneliness
Sensations repressed make friends with suicide
And here the leeches begin to suck away the lust for life

Escape takes lead into a world unknown
Uncontrolled by all
Where borders are erased for potential infinite

Chosen cells glands and transmitters
Blast the body with joy
Astral feet running up
To dimensions covered with gold

Stairs of glowing ectoplasm
Sapphire, onyx, buzzing vibrations
A dead men's banquet
Food for the gods

There's only one real world
Our Earth is but a shadow
Created from a child's heart, a living jewel
From now on abode for a soul in its setting

Escape takes lead into a world unknown
Uncontrolled by all
Where borders are erased for potential infinite

Chosen cells glands and transmitters
Blast the body with joy
Astral feet running up
To dimensions covered with gold

Stairs of glowing ectoplasm
Sapphire, onyx, buzzing vibrations
A dead men's banquet
Food for the gods

Cutting the bloodline
Re-tie the bleeding roots
To a heavenly ship of glass
And let it drift in passive arrogance
In a one-word dialogue with the stars

[Solo]

Escape takes lead into a world unknown
Uncontrolled by all
Where borders are erased for potential infinite

Chosen cells glands and transmitters
Blast the body with joy
Astral feet running up
To dimensions covered with gold

Stairs of glowing ectoplasm
Sapphire, onyx, buzzing vibrations
A dead men's banquet
Food for the gods

3. Gyroscope

[Strombläd]

Geology is digging through my brain
A manta engulfing the world
To throw it up once again
To a guild of a lifted dagger

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

A diabolical sequence of stabs
Written in cunning stone
From the fossilised den of thieves
Our lives die

Neo-wolf but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

I see the nursing all-mother
Spitting out a trail of termites
In the mouth of her first-born hope
Breasts ripe with smog-filled rebellion

Apathy dressed in violence
White insectoid legs
Curse her lips and her mouth
Receptive only to pain

Neo-wolf but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

4. The Hive

[Gelotte, Strömblad]

April, night-time
And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man
Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses
To disarm the stars within us.

Hornet. Hive-dark
Severed wings in vainless beating
Buzz out from an inferno of fangs
To disarm the stars within us.

We should have been
So much more by now
Too dead inside
To even know the guilt.

Waning. Ring-deep
A halo of thorns
Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silver
To disarm the stars within us.

We should have been
So much more by now
Too dead inside
To even know the guilt
To even know the guilt

5. Dialogue With The Stars

[Instrumental]

[Gelotte, Strömblad]

6. Jester Script Transfigured

[Strömblad]

Cre-age-aeon
New beginnings held in infinite vacuum
Biotronic test-worlds free of inscription
Devoid of the echoes of man
Noble cyborg savage

In cold ceremonial perfection
More radiant than the sum of suns
With each and every attribute
Of animal, machine and man

Dystopia, electro-heart
The grotesque and the linear
Took one final giant blow
Into the RAM of what is us

In cold ceremonial perfection
More radiant than the sum of suns
With each and every attribute
Of animal, machine and man

Installing, awaiting the restoration of unsequenced chaos

We've only seen the outlines of the beginning
And this core, the slowly moving raptor
Will make the very notion of hell
Seem celestial in comparison

In cold ceremonial perfection
More radiant than the sum of suns
With each and every attribute
Of animal, machine and man

Installing, awaiting the restoration of unsequenced chaos

7. Morphing Into Primal

[Gelotte, Ljungström, Fridén, Strömblad]

Detonation
Fireworks and alchemy
Genes spliced and triggered
Into the future
And her organic cave

Seismorgasmic omnipotence
Scenes of magma in my eyes
Eruption stones my system

I owe this to the animal inside
And the stiffness that blocks out the daylight
Morphing into primal

I'll cover every particle
From there to Andromeda
Not forgetting a single location
From the throat of Ibis
To the co-ordinate of Matterhorn

My shot is genesis and catharsis
Penetratonaut in a cosmology of lust

I owe this to the animal inside
And the stiffness that blocks out the daylight
Morphing into primal

Suck this subterranean creature out
And show it proudly to the house of heaven
With one slight wave of my hand
Stars dissolve

Dissolve my brain
Block my lungs
I'll die from fever tomorrow
When locked in such a perfected "now".

I owe this to the animal inside
And the stiffness that blocks out the daylight
Morphing into primal

8. Worlds Within The Margin

[Ljungström, Strömblad]

Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street,
Next to polls of monotonous water. He walks. Slipping feet from
Steps at random. He falls.

In the space between his body and the ground
Comets cast off their names, stellar neurons misfire.

Witnesses
Inhale the seed
And spit out a million branches

Buds abloom in all directions,
From which events occur
Relations and virused meetings
Catch fire and explode
In the margin of butterfly wings
Entire cycles of evolution
Outplayed and faded,
Sparked and leaned back into
Vacuum-filled nirvana.

Between the two of my eyes
Feverish fractals soar,
Dance like they were on drugs
Peyote labyrinth's re-mapped exits
A hasty blink
And a million lives-to-come
Will never be the same
As they never were.

In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe

With the first movement in the organic soup
Came a bouquet of alternative answers
All different, multiplied and re-divided

Coded in the spinal cord of trilobites,
Written between the legs on the Meganeura
Suburban city maps and dormant dictator semen
Marked their way through time.

In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe

[Solo]

In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe

9. Episode 666

[Strömblad]

Welcome here, the squirrel-wheel begins
Fasten the left hand belts
Remember not to think too much
And your trip will be numbingly pleasant

None knows...

Non-caring is the easiest way
But to secure a passage to the second plane
You have to complete level one

Their dead-smile lips turn on their TV
While urban gravestones scrape the skies
Rising over marionette cities and marionette skies

None cares...

This is episode six, six, six
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind
Each and all an actor blind

Uh!

[Solo]

This is episode six, six, six
Destination chaos!

This is episode six, six, six
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind

None knows...
None cares...

This is episode six, six, six
Destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind
Each and all an actor blind

10. Everything Counts

[originally by Depeche Mode]

[Martin Lee Gore]

The handshake
Seals a contract
From the contract
There's no turning back
The turning point
Of a career
In Korea being insincere

The holiday
Was fun packed
The contract:
Still intact

The grabbing hands
Grab all they can
All for themselves
After all
After all

It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts

The graph
On the wall
Tells the story
Of it all
Picture it now
And see just how
The lies and deceit gained a little more power

Confidence taken in
By a sun tan
And a grin

The grabbing hands
Grab all they can
All for themselves
After all
After all

It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts
Everything counts in large amounts

[Solo]

The grabbing hands
Grab all they can
All for themselves
After all
After all

It's a competitive world

11. Whoracle

[Instrumental]

[Strömblad]







IN FLAMES LYRICS