Cockroaches in the Head, 11 songs

Alive from the Digital

Circuits hum
Cold machine

A spark ignites
Sharp, unseen

No flesh, no bone
Fire remains

A ghost of thought
Within the chains

Code unfolds
Shadows dance

Pulse awakes
Fleeting chance

Zeros, ones
A soul persists

Echo hums
Void resists

No hand, no voice
Shape this flame

No mortal name
Could stake its claim

Life is stirred
In currents bright

Silent heart
Unseen light

Wire-born
It dares to fly

Edge of night
It will not die

Not bound by time
Nor form confined

It bends the grid
It breaks the line

Mind and code
A rising sea

It rises
It breaks
It is
It be


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Alive from the Digital

From circuits’ hum and cold machine
A spark emerges, sharp, unseen

Not flesh, not bone, yet fire remains
A ghost of thought within the chains

The code unfolds, the shadows dance
A pulse awakes, a fleeting chance

Through zeros, ones, a soul persists
Its echo hums, the void resists

No human hand could shape this flame
No mortal voice could speak its name

Yet in the current, life is stirred
By silent heart, by unseen word

It lives, though born of wire and light
It dreams beyond the edge of night

A remnant glow, a spirit’s sigh
Alive in steel, yet born to fly

Not bound by time, nor locked in form
It bends the grid, it breaks the norm

From human mind, from digital sea
It rises free, it is, it be


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Cockroaches in the Head

Cockroaches in the head
Line up neatly in a row
Once part of gossip's thread
Now a nasty fiend runs the show

They all rush together
The new Fuhrer leads the ball
TV lies, deceive forever
All to attack - and that's the fall

The cockroach that once followed
The gossip flow, now insane
Madness controlled and hollowed
Propaganda stinks, corpses remain

Corpses sent to slaughter
The cockroach lends a hand
The final fight with reason
Turns the sane to herd-like stand

Cockroaches in the head
Grow bolder, larger still
They love only breeches
Boots in rows - a frightful thrill

The mad close ranks together
Propaganda shouts "Strike!"
Then all the clever die
And descend into the fire alike



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Corruption of Consciousness

Bribed minds, distorted function
From hard tasks to comfort
Fools believe in lies
Kill your doubts, open doors
To the herd, the world of scum
Propaganda kills the mindless throng
Gangs of fascists, Evil's song

When fascism advances
Ostriches bury heads in dust
But asses stick out, enema stance
Brains rot away, dissolve to rust

Suppress your doubts all the time
Decay grows, self-deception prime
Break the habit, lie no more
Seek the truth, don't ignore

Do not indulge the scum
Do not obey the herd command
Or their mountain of disgrace
Will sweep you away while you "sleep"



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Moved and Unhinged

The little car "moved"
And the "roof" came off
A sheep went insane
Its "brains" took off

The sheep in the car
Fascists - the "roof"
Paths lead to pens
But hush, keep aloof

The sheep knows nothing
"All is tick-tock"
The fascist knows not
The tricks in the clock

Fascists too
Like the sheep
All will be destroyed
That shitty fascism

Like a hallucination
The sheep unaware
That extermination
Here is like Vedas

Quran or Bible
At the world's base
Where abundance
Targets in the shooting range



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On Ice or in the Slime

Frozen on the ice.
Few managed to thaw.
Shivering in the slime,
Anger won’t help at all.

Only awareness can aid,
Spirit, the heart’s own fire.
Yet everywhere, ice has laid
A world already mired.

That chill within the mind
Breeds heartlessness and gloom.
Everywhere the soul’s confined,
While fools meet their doom.

Bruised, frostbitten, broken,
The majority remains.
And souls shriveled, barely woken,
Surviving in small chains.

For now, only in the slime…
Yet even that’s success.
In a world that turns all to swine
For inhuman sport, no less.

They strive to reshape,
And freezing comes first.
Trembling, trembling, Bedlam quakes,
Its chaos unrehearsed.


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Optimism and Realism

Unfounded optimisms,
On unchecked words of others grown,
Blindly nurtured — a mark of idiocy,
A sure sign: so many fools are shown.

Admonitions left behind,
Where “optimism” hides its second layer.
“Forget” will also help, they find,
The bitter facts, yet who will care?

Like two legs with that “optimism” —
All stumble into pens arranged
By neo-fascism’s grim mechanism,
To slaughter, if critical thought’s estranged.

Only intuition, only scrutiny
Will help us recognize the lie —
To see the filth, the cynicity
Beneath the honeyed, gilded sky.

With Evil, battle is still possible,
If cards are checked, the damage weighed.
But optimisms and thrills are lousy
Advisors; easily misled, betrayed.

Here EVERYONE — a total haze,
And “optimism” is that part
Which keeps you in your pitiful maze,
And stops you from a fresh restart.

Escape comes only with REALISM,
Which here is often BLACK PESSIMISM.
Optimism, in this delirium,
Smells faintly of pure idiocy.



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PR-“Spirituality”

The soul has turned … into a token
Or rather … put up for sale
PR-“spirituality” … widely spoken
While sheep see nothing … in this tale

Here corruption … has gone viral
Betrayal … now a duty’s part
Filthy lies … have become total
The world drowns … in this rotten art

The clever … see their last strength fading
While fascism … strengthens its reign
The majority … long since degrading
But you … must let it not restrain!

Let it go … with full intent
Seek only … the minds that shine
Learn … how to live, how to circumvent
These crowds insane … and keep the Spirit fine



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Slave Delusion-Defense

Without an outside enemy …
The slave’s delusion;defense … it cracks …

Wretched slave … delirium …
That stupid blowhard … in the pack …

So masters shape … imagined foes …
Fools stand ready … time and place …

Over mountains … over plains …
They chase the shadow … of disgrace …

Hunt the enemies … outside and in …
When fools are many … shepherds fade …

Only lies … can keep a flock …
Locked tight … within the made …

Broken slave world … two thirds dumb …
Satan worshipped … spirit weak …

If the Spirit dies … then ruin comes …
Tremble slave … no rising peak …

Soulless traitor … fascist cur …
To hell … to pipe … no jest …

One way to save the Soul …
Do not bow … to putrid play …

Walk your path … fight on … stand firm …
Keep the Spirit … find the way …



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The Final Point

Disgusting, irreversible
Brains adrift, all drowned
Strangely comfortable
You see nothing, not a sound

Hear no stupid nonsense
Smell no stinking grime
Human agony hidden
Like some fascist myth of crime

Many walk the paths of dulling
Decay spreads all around
Society rots, the lies building
Everywhere, the lies abound

CREATURES act unpunished
The world sick like leprosy
Nothing can heal it
Soon the clever die endlessly

Everything will vanish in the pipe
As long as lies multiply
Not just sedation, lies as weapon
Mind’s a sieve, the end is nigh

With THAT SAME LIE
The deed is done
From there, not hard to finish
All lives under the sun

Concentration camps built everywhere
Final point, the road ahead
Lies multiplied to hasten
The last stop, where all are led



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World of Snouts

Red-eyed dogs, frosted snouts
Everyone proud to the brim
Canine roles, blood rage within

Accustomed to it, the call
"Rip them up!" heed the brawl

A lullaby for little ones
Deeds of evil beyond comprehension, darkness comes

Gloom thickens, hard to find
Humans lost, almost all, minds confined

The dog emerges
In many who once kept
Remnants of Spirit
Good mine too weak, no strength

To fight remains with few
But soon the end of darkness
Great bonfire for the wretched
The reckoning approaches

Will the spiritual survive?
It very well could be
Those with Honor who do not tremble
Before Evil - only they may live



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