Orchid - Gatefold

01. Amherst Pandamonium (Part 1)
You own.
You own everything.
That's why there is nothing new.
That is the face of the change.
All in all,
This is the face of the change.
Why not face it?
I've seen the old guard running around.
All of these kids are cops in my town.
I've seen the old guard run us down.
This is the face of change.
Face of the one.
Face of the framed.

02. Amherst Pandamonium (Part 2)
You all talk the same,
Calling out.
Your turned to facts,
Calling out,
"The old guard is dead!"
"The old guard is dead!"
"The old guard is dead;
I've seen it with my own eyes!"
Regroup and strategize.

03. Chaos Ain't Me
Your chaos ain't me.
It's a hat that I put on and I wore it for too long.
And I hate to break your little heart,
But chaos definitely ain't you,
No matter what the shirt says.
Buy a book.
Read up.
I'm on every page.

04. Loft Party
You tell me that passion's passe.
You're just in it for the breaks.
Well the breaks break me down,
Now how does that sound?
And in 1999 all the kid stood in line,
But now our party's a bore and we don't care.
We'll take Brooklyn over Manhattan any day of the week.
And our party's mystique will be our capability to think.
We got it. You want it.
Don't have it? You flaunt it.
And it fits just right, too tight.

05. I Wanna Fight
This is a letter to you:
"Hey friend, you don't know me,
but you think you do,
and I want you too.
I'm everybody's friend,
and I'm personally connected with you.
This song's on the house,
and this one's for you.
I don't like the way you're treating me.
I wanna fight. Settle it right.
I forgot your name, but I'd be happpy to
beat you to death with a pool cue."

06. A Visit From Dr. Goodsex
Purse you lips and pump your hips
And purse your lips and pump your hips.
I can't begin to understand...
God damn. God damn. God damn.
I start sweating about the time your hand hits my back.
I can't begin to understand...
God damn. God damn. God damn.
We were kissing an hour before our lips met.
I never wanted to have sex till you asked me.
God damn. God damn. I'm a brand new man.
God damn, god damn, god damn; I'm a brand new man.

07. We Love Prison
Got time to learn?
Discipline. Discipline.
What's his face said
What's his name?
All the same.
What's the date?
I can't recall a thing.
Good god, dole it out.
Good god, dole it out
'cause I've been so bad.
So bad, so bad. Good god
Dole it out cause he's always home and the belt's always off.
Good god
Dole it out because I need to be told exactly
what to do.
Dole it out. Dole it out. Dole it out.

08. Fashion Meets Passion
Misaligned misaligned.
Where does my allegiance go?
My heart spits soul.
That's just the way it goes.
Cut off t-shirts make me feel fierce
and you're the dearest to my heart.
Duplication of the commmunique.

09. Trail of the Unknown Body
. . .

10. Class Pictures
You're charitable objectivity doesn't exist.
Aesthetic historical is not dialectical
because the reference is gone.
Where did it go? A past so far gone.
My body of work is exploitation,
And I must say it's astounding.

11. No, We Don't Have Any T-Shirts
Classified with that shit I can't stand.
Gave myself a hand for the grandstand.
It's no fun being the "postmodern posterchild,"
When no one knows what that is.
What gives when content takes a holiday
and the kids have nothing left to say?
well we're here today.
Here today.
We're here.
So buy a record from that band you can't stand,
but don't you dare take a stand.
Don't you dare take a stand.

12. Dissidents In Love
It's you and I vs. everybody.
It's us vs. the squares.
You're my Bernadine Dorhn.

13. Flip the Tape
You and me make out in your car 'till our lips bleed.
The tape flips over and over again.
I stop breathing.
The tape flips over and over again.
I stop breathing.

14. Anals Nin By Numbers
I sweat everytime you smoke,
And I've never seen anything like this.
When you wear that it drives me crazy.
I've never seen anything like this.
Sometimes I forget.
Sometimes I forget myself.

15. Tigers
I kiss the girls that speak Marcuse.
I kiss the boys that speak Foucault.
I love the kids that know Adorno,
and snub their noses at kids who don't.
I make love in theory and touch myself in practice.
What's good for posture is good for the pose.
Who let the tigers out to kill all the lovers?

16. Let's Commodify Sexuality
I've never seen a scene like this.
It's not like the parties we have.
I like it too much.
Screw just because you want to.
Screw because it's fun.
Screw because they don't want you to.
No useless leniency.
Capture the crests.
Capture the violence.
Make it accessible.
Make it sing our song.
I wear pink because all the girls do.
How about you?
Transitions are smooth with a hand up my skirt.
Sex sells more record than rock,
so let's fuck and forget the background hum.

17. Discourse of Desire
Discourse of desire.
Artifice fueled by oils and balms.
Rosy cheeks are for pinching and my body's mine to touch.
That's what I get.
Love myself.
That's what I get.
Fuck myself.
That's what I get.
That's what I get.
Love myself, fuck myself.

18. None More Black
We all need a little penetration.
We all speak our own languages in conversations.
We all need our own generation.
What's mine? What's mine?

Are you defined by this false desire?
Has this false flame put out the fire?
This inverted itch we scratch and bleed for what?

Are you defined by this false desire?
Has this false satisfaction put out the fire?
Get righteous. Get right.

19. Impersonating Martin Rev
. . .

Orchid - Totality

01. New Ideas In Mathematics
I know it's all wrong,
But that's the only way.
Breathe in the dust..
Im leaving...
I hold hands with failure because we are quite a pair.
I've never met someone so loyal,
But i'm leaving you behind.
I know it's all wrong, but that's the only way.

02. Beautification Committee
Maybe we should blow this town up.
You, me, and some dynamite.
We'll hold hands and watch it burn.
Breaking windows and chalking words... My heart is beating so fast.
i can hardly breathe.
Maybe we should blow this whole town up.
We'll hold hands and watch it burn to the ground.

03. Ding Dong Dead
Your wife hates you.
We're doing donuts on your lawn.
It's hard to look good all the time, isn't it?
Drag the bones out.
"This wine tastes so sweet".
Well, it tastes like turpentine to me.
Drag the bones out one by one.
It's do or die.

04. Mono vs. Stereo
Don't froget me
When you're at the thrift shop
I'll stare at my shiny shoes
And look back and laugh
"I haven't heard that in a while"
Feel the need to roll with the punches
An interest in psuedo-progression
"I haven't heard that in a while"

05. Lucky 13
Open your mouth a little bit wider
Wider, wider, wider
You dance better than anyone i know
I know, i know, i know
The only song that exist are theones
I hear when we touch.
You're the reason music is played.

06. Intelligable Audio
Seems like it's been forever, doesn't it?
It all seems so different now,
But we haven't changed as much as we'd
like to think. No we haven't change as
Much as we'd like to think.
You still smile the same, and
You know just what to do.
We know the scabs and we pick them all the time
I'll rip off yours and you can rip off mine.
Just like old times.
I'll rip off yours and you can rip off mine.
Just like old times. I miss it, Oh I miss it.
No one does it quite like you.

07. She Has A Cold, Cold Heart
. . .

08. Eye Gouger
You better watch the xxxx out, this is destruction.
Change the sheets for company, we may never leave.
Rainbows and spit that last forever.
Rainbows and spit that last forever.

09. Panopticism
Is the first wander, the gauze gaze.
Sometimes the best secrets are the worst kept.
You're the only one? Prove it. Prove it.
I see it twisting my feet waiting for the first.
We should laugh so its not obvious.
You held my hand too tight for too long

10. Mean S.O.B.
With eyes closed, you close your fist.
They tell you what to see.
Long arm fell short, you're property until you earn enough to own.
Work hard ethic is a lie.

11. 36 Day Syndrome
I miss you arms around me,
If I only knew this would be our last kiss.
My best was never good enough
But, you were my favorite mistake.
And I wonder do you still think of me?

12. O.S.K.
For the love of hate,
For the pretty ones.
Tear off this face, and
I'll still be singled out.
Eat the candy (shit) you deserve
I'll be sure to step on your toes.
I'll piss on your sunshine parade.
I'll piss on your sunshine parade.
Sinserity trips me up.
Laugh as I stumble.
One day...
One day I promise.

13. Stagnant
Deny the existence of...
Your philosophical orgasm.
Come down off your soapbox
It's been stood on before.
So much pride in you stagnant idea
Preaching the sermon to the converted.
Tunnel vision.
I'm still looking for answers,
But your answers leave me with more questions.
It fits into your comfortable life
Not everybody has it so easy.
Deny. Deny the outside world and atrophy.

14. Hit The Ground
Scream your name
To the deafest of the dumb.
The darker the better,
I still shake when I see you,
That's not alright.
I want to rip you to pieces
Kiss you until you remember what I meant to you.
I will try my hand at forever.
How can I walk away when I can barely stand?

15. Consumed
Mouth wide shut try not to breath
Pakaged idocy what they want you to be
"I'll eat that shit up with a spoon"
Make it easy. managable.
Unseen overseer.
Makes it easier to swallow
Spoonful of sugar bowlfull of shit
They want you weak and stupid
The motherfucked you all

16. A Written Apology
I can't go home
Tail between my legs
Face to the wind
Face to the wind
Sick of disspointing
Sick of dissapointments
Nothings good enough
When nothings good
I can only say I'm sorry
It all seems so hopeless
No help for the help less
Tired forever
Tired forever

17. Pledge
By the people, for the people
Without and despite us
This money run, partirachial lie
Should be shattered
One nation under rich white men
I will never put my hand over my heart
And pledge my allegiance to this
I'd fight against you, sooner than for you
Policing the world
When we can't trust our own police
Shirked responsibility at any cost
As long as its at no cost to you
You owe us
We pay your debts everyday

18. The Easy One
Plastic box culture crash keeps you in the line
Sedated consciousness
Dry eyes dry mind
Face first to the ground you bury your head
Electronic sickness
Dry eyes dry times

19. Angel
Kiss my hand
I'm gone, you're my angel
Forgot my name
Isn't it funny how things happen?
Since when was I the lucky one?
Judged by letters
Judged by your eyes
Stolen breath
Stolen glances
Sick with this I'll savor the pain
It replaces itself

20. Notes From A Smooth Talker
Set up shot down.
One time too many
I'm the pretentious asshole you know, the one who hates you.
I can only say i don't care so many time before it's true
If the shoe fits, cut off your toes
We always fall for that one

21. T-120
. . .

22. Halving The Bones
Too late for never
I've kissed my last goodbye
You won't kill me, I'm dead
How far it's gone to save the face I've lost long ago
I was lost without you
Now i'm just lost

23. September 18, 1998
. . .

24. Weekend At The Fire Academy
How quaint you can spit farther than me.
Your life straight from a movie scene.
Now on a movie screen.
Sliver skies and black eyes.
I want a peice of cake.
Get your hands off my presents.
Kiss on the face.
Slap on the cheek.
I'll be the one who takes my chances.
Sort of sad, isn't it?
It's hard to forget the friend who makes the scene on T.V.
My baby makes the scene on T.V.
She makes the scene on T.V.
Who's like that anyway?

01. Destination: Blood!!
This is our party
We pick the records
We set the dresscode
And make love on the dance floor.
Like it or not we're the only game in town!

02. To Praise Prosthesis
A machine put in my baboon heart.
And thanks to my new hip I can walk again.
What's so good about being human?
Just a construct-changing definition,
For changing boundries.
My iron lung helps me breathe.
And third glass eye helps keep up appearances.
I'm a technological marvel.

03. Lights Out
You are, you are, and you are...
And I am your warm body
How bad does it hurt?
I feel nothing
But you breathe through me through you
It passes through me-slides off like rain.
Breathe through me, breathe through you, breathe.
You bite my lip when we kiss
It bleeds and I fall in love
You are, you are, you are, you are, and you are...

04. Anna Karina
The newspaper reads:
"Tu est adorable."
And I whole-heartedly concur.

05. I Am Nietzche
"To hear something new is hard and
painful for the ear. We hear the music
of foreigners badly."
I make the sounds that you can't understand
This is my critique!
This is my subversion!
This is my revolution!
I make the sounds that you can't understand.
My fingers, my voice
Slide into every orifice.
You (I) own these words.
This is friendship.
That's what friends are for
1886 was a very good year and you know this to be true
Thus spake me.

06. Victory is Ours
I was born in 1968.
I was born in '68,
And I'm born again!
Fresh face for the stenciled walls.
Debord is always right here
And get scared again, cause I'm reborn.
I am reborn red! red! red! red! red!

07. Don't Rat Out Your Friends
Books in face, books on tape,
Sweet success, I've lost the weight.
It's a dream...
The ante gets upped every time
Evolution lets us down,
There are too many of them, and not
Enough of us. 2"
Join the lowbrow elite.
Education gets IV'ed.
Kids need ventilation,
We'll give it to them.
All systems are gouche.

08. Black Hills
It's too hot here,
Not my kind of town.
But I can smell you, even
Though you are miles away.
I put my hand on my stomach,
And pretend it's yours.
Leave on the lights,
Hand on my back, mouth on
My mouth-I need to feel you
Near me.
It's too hot here.

09. Snow Delay At The Frankfurt School
"Like anywhere else, there are no coincidences, probability makes for accomplices and change creates meaning"
When we move it's a movement.

10. And The Cat Turned To Smoke.
We smiled and said,
"I'll see you this summer."
But we both knew it was over.
That's just what you say to someone
Who's dying.
That's just what you say.
This is to ms.
Our hands fit, at least for a while.
I miss the face, I miss the taste.
I'm sorry about it all.

Orchid - Chaos is Me

01. Le Desordre, C'est Moi!
What true project has been lost?
Slip of the fingertips
What true project has been lost?
Snake eyes and a slit wrist
Contest the totality complete self destruction all the watches stop when the first brick was thrown
Chaos is me
Le Desordre C'est Moi
Chaos is me

02. Aesthetic Dialectic
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
Don't even try
I'm here becuase
I was ready to leave
This should mean more but it can't
So dance. Dance
Dance to the sounds of america's best dressed fake out

03. In G and E
I wish I could give you more than this
A save lifer
I wish I could hold your hand and have it always feel safe
Your my best, always.

04. New Jersey vs. Valhalla
Is this starting to make sense?
Bring all your pennies to the five and dime.
Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye.
Say the things I want to hear, but don't the things we say.
That kind of talk is for phone calls at 4am and mix tape nostalgia.
It's to quiet.
Every word means something different.
We'll recover like a brick to the face.

05. Weekend at the Fire Academy
How quaint you can spit farther than me.
Your life straight from a movie scene.
Now on a movie screen.
Sliver skies and black eyes.
I want a peice of cake.
Get your hands off my presents.
Kiss on the face.
Slap on the cheek.
I'll be the one who takes my chances.
Sort of sad, isn't it?
It's hard to forget the friend who makes the scene on T.V.
My baby makes the scene on T.V.
She makes the scene on T.V.
Who's like that anyway?

06. Framecode
5,6, and 10.
Reworking my reality.
Let the record play.
Trancending practicality.
Hand and hoof.
Toes and teeth.
I've done it again.
Let the record play.
Let the record play.
Reworking my reality.
Trancending practicality.
Let the record play....
5,6, and 10.

07. The Action Index
This isn't for you.
This isn't for you.
I speak in tounges.
Teen face for the dream date.
That girl wears black jeans.
paint it all black.
Yea paint it all black.
This isn't for you.
Teen face for the dream date.
That girl wears black jeans.
I want her to kiss those black jeans into me.

08. Death Of A Modernist
When I die 1,000 birds will fly out of my mouth.

09. Boy With No Arms
Forever is so easy to say but I can't stand to wait and be slapped in the face.
I'll keep this to myself you can't know.
Smile for me.
Pretend it's alright.
Knocked down what's the use?
I can't make you happy.
I can't even make you feel anymore.
How can you look me in the face and say that?
I believe in fear and complacency.
What do you believe in?
What do you believe in?

10. Invasion USA
Tear up the cul-de-sac it's all the rage.
Tear up the cul-de-sac fevered sensation...
Revolt against recreation.
Spit back what you taught us.
Rebellion on the roller rink.
Those reds can't touch us on the moon.

11. Epilogue of A Carcrash
You say you miss those days.
But we did it right.
Quit the habit started smoking again.
I was crying you where laughing.
Hit in the face, blood on the snow we where never happier...

Gride Lyrics

Here is all Gride's Lyrics

Kudykam - Where To Go

We don't know, we look for, we miss,

we roam, we don't know, we despair

to the left, to the up, forward, we don't know,

to the right, to the nothing

we look for, we despair, we don't know,

we suffer, we roam, we run

to somewhere off

mainly off

we don't know

where to go

the direction is difficult to find

in the motionless mire

we don't know

where to go

and so we beat on a gate by our heads

maybe there is hope

and someone is laughing behind the wall

"it is checkmate by fourth moving"

he is shouting to the silence

Znovu a opět znovu - Again and Again

everything is OK

they tell under breath, by undertone even by shouting

again and again

like an exterminator

when he gives a poison

to the feed for hungry question marks

again and again

the formula for doing truth from lies

Modlitba politického sadomasochismu - The Prayer of a Political Sadomasochism

to shut up

to bend one's head

to one's knees

to bend one's back

the four-year rosary

with beads of authority






we pray for the right to obey

for the promise of safety

Made In Hell

they have been telling us

that hell is not before death

but it's only on the Earth

and has thousand forms

You read Made In Hell

written on label of your bought illusion of paradise

the trade mark of global capitalism

on bared teeth of bar codes

Die Kunst Ist Tot

where a tree should have grown up

even grass scorches there

for a feeling of delight

there is only a plastic flower

in every robot's lapel of uniform

coloured, flavoured

mass culture

a family package

for living in nonliving

Die Kunst ist tot was a motto of avant-garde dadaistic group in Germany after the World War One. This group declared that culture together with humanity had died on battlefields of the World War. They also refused all conventions, traditions and stylistics of conservative official culture. They propagated total freedom of creativity and non-commercial expression. Today, in post-modern society of consumption, almost 100 years after the Dadaist, we recognize the same feelings as they had. Only the diagnosis of the culture's death is a bit different. The culture hasn't died in any war, hasn't been killed by yperite or nuclear bomb but has been killed on production lines of entertainment industry. It is cut to pieces, sterilized and preserved and then sold according to weight. The culture is dead, only consumer goods have remained here.


ear of your mouth

makes eyes

for other ears

the eyes of the control of your thoughts

The Echelon is a global spy system, which is managed by US secret service NSA (National Security Agency). The function of this system is to monitor all electronic communication. According to assigned words the Echelon chooses and records all that is interesting for secret services. The Echelon monitors mainly communication with political tasks but some economic tasks have also been added recently. The Echelon contains listening posts and an interpretive system. Involved states carry on listening posts and are able to create so-called national dictionaries. The dictionary contains interest words or forms, which secret services are interested in. All listening posts have all national dictionaries and filters at disposal. Then these posts are able to control acquired information according to all filters and they send results to secret services.

Teď již víme vše - Nowadays We Know All

there are no X nor Y

in the equation of living

the excrements of human mind

have been spread to space

and there is sounding from the ass

"We can be proud of it"

people say it's a highlight of progress

and I'm thinking of

how it has been celebrated by those

who died by hunger yesterday

and according to their answer it seems

that nowadays we know all

but we still don't understand

the essential

Naděje v míjení - The Hope Of Passing

drops flow on the stone

in pain of every morning

the paralysis, born by Loneliness

for pleasance of the father Fear

we whisper secretly

that they killed hope

and meanwhile our and its eyes

meet every day

a spark with a spark

hand themselves their hands

a drop and a drop

dream about the river

how a rock bends to it

the stream in desire

the fire in the river

gives live to dreams


15 000 pounds of humanity

egalité, fratelité, liberté

zero in on

only Death knows

what freedom is

and after hard work

she is singing the song of living

War propagandists often view a modern war as a chain of accurate attacks by so called smart bombs. TV shots with effects of these weapons on enemies' shelters are showed and army and political newspeak is enlarged with words like "humanitarian bombing" and so on. The idea, that only "the bad men" die in wars that are waged by rich countries of the North, is propagandised to us. But the truth is different. During these wars, the so-called dumb bombs are often used in a big scale because they are cheaper than expensive missiles with accurate guide. One of the worst bombs which has been created ever is BLU-82/B nicknamed "Daisy cutter". This bomb weights 15 000 lb. and is filled with high explosive gelled slurry GSX. Its explosion has lethal effect about 500 yards from the place where it explodes. It creates perfect democracy system of death within this area…equality, freedom and brotherhood of dying. It isn't matter if a dictator, a member of repressive forces, a women, a child, an animal, a soldier or a peasant are in the circle of its rule, they are equal everybody in this moment. Equal in death that they didn't wish, free to die for higher interests of someone else, united by their tragic destiny. BLU-82/B is pure essence of war, an answer to the picture of modern war refined by the propaganda, sour smile addressed to speeches about humanitarian bombing.

Geometrie řádu - Geometry of a Order

when laws about all will be put out finally

there won't be any reason to be afraid

only thing to ask will be remained

are you with us

or against?

machining of opinions

to linear forms of commands

signposts at corners

tattooed numbers under armpits

Tanec bláznů - Fools Dance

the orchestra tunes up

the conductor bows

silence, please, we are starting

and obedient to the drums

the machine hearts beat

and you dance

in the straitjacket

of everydayness

so dance

life from mercy

in the circle of destruction

left and right side of the bill

so dance

a tooth for a tooth

an eye for an eye

obey to the rhythm

don‘t look for the reason

it‘s long time ago in the asylum

closed in the solitary room

Nutnost? - Necessity ?

a look into the mirror

a look into my own eyes

to be both the executioner and the victim

of my own emotions

into a dark cell

as deep as the bottom of my conscience

there I have locked down my humanity

with seven turns of the key

it keeps on screaming on though

it longs to be free

thus deserves to be punished hard

lash it into blood

despite the pains

it doesn't go silent

a razor-edge plucks up calm

peace in the eye of hurricane

and so I locked it down

to succeed

to both torment and be tormented

and then I killed

to survive

I killed man

in my inner self

Slova - Words

an affectionate caress

to confirm the friendship

a shake of hand

the same as a sting

a poisonous snakebite

forced into a chain

they hold heads bent down

and fingers on the cocks of guns

they administer life's crossroads

the faithful servants of ideas

twisted into dynamite detonator

they count down to explosion

Ve stínu - In The Shadow

I know it is there

somewhere behind my back

in a friendship with time

over a bottle of alcohol

not to spare anybody

when it calls to attack

with no exception tear

the spine out of all bodies alive

I know it is there

I perceived it

through the corner of my eye

in a glimpse of the truth

under the burden of heavy boots

everything shuddered

and the air shivered of pain

he called for help

when under rain of strokes

bent low to the ground

and also the little cloth

with which they wiped their mugs

the one that used to be snow-white

now suddenly red became

like grapes of anger

ground with piston of a press

I know it is there

a grain of dust told me that

with a mild smile of the knowing

from the reverse side of the Moon arrived

entrusted me with its secret

and so now I also know

that even though there might be some light somewhere

there is a dark shadow that's lying on us all

Hranice - The Borders

carefully cut up

the mountains, oceans, the forests

because of the will of hate's messengers

into deeps wounds

full of fire and pus

handfuls of salt added

carefully cut up

the bodies, hearts, the brains

and in a filthy corner rejected

a festive dinner for the toadstool hyenas

and the supper for the vultures

across the borders in our souls

across the scars in maps

from me to you and from you to me

it's further somehow


when you can‘t find a word

and you don‘t know any facts

when you have got the feeling

that there is no authority

when you must show the world

where the real truth is

then you‘ll use your argument

the argument of clenched fist

the fear on their faces

gives you to know

the feeling of „intelligence“

it‘s an elation just to that point

when someone else uses

the argument of a gun against you

Manipulace - Manipulation

you are persuaded from every side

you meet them on your every step

how could you live so long

without our products ?

cunning investments to advertisement

control human dreams and wishes reliably

there is the only purpose

every body wants things, that were not missed before

and the only lust remains

the lust for buying

Možnost volby? - The Possibility Of Choice

variants, that aren't solutions

now you got the right to decide

will you choice the death by hanging

or rather a bullet into your nape?

Tradice - Tradition

closed in a cage

of inculcated knowledge

proudly talking

about unlimited space

Everybody says it

everybody was told before

everybody believe it

everybody was taught it

the sky is red and the sea is yellow

the sun has been black since ever

without the flag and the hymn

people wouldn‘t be people

tradition accepted

without any protests

dogmas melted

into cerebral skin

the man is a lord of creation

animals are just a feed

woman is inferior

the different ones have no rights

without dogs and the shepherds

the crowds wouldn‘t survive

and „why?“, that is the question

which is never being asked

Posedlost - Obsession

the glitter of gold has burned the eyes to ashes

the life in darkness is more simple

to go straight ahead and don't look around

to don't see the blood on your hands

obsessed by possession

obsessed by power

in a chase for your private Eden

to send the others to hell

vigorous steps grind bones of "the inferiors"

the money talk has drowned out the human cry

Lobotomie vírou Lobotomy By Belief

Oh my god, my lord

there is nothing much than you

my fate is too hard

you are my salvation

please answer me

how to live my life

lead my steps of life

into the kingdom of heaven

onto your altar

all I have I‘ll sacrifice

and my mind I‘ll put to feet of the holy church

I wanna be a puppet

that is capable of everything for your love

Pevné hradby normalizace -Firm Walls Of Normalisation

finishing of the next railing

firm walls made of barbed wire

to regulate human lives

on the right and only way

you mustn‘t turn aside

pressed to tight form

mutilated, you live in silence

in a prison of their laws

and rules

Amnézie - Amnesia

Murders of last days,

death and pain of innocent people

The reason for their suffering

is disappearing in the mist of oblivion

Memory lost in a deepest abyss

White moments in history

It's the clearest symptom of amnesia


The grave of four millions bodies

The place that you chose

for a rebirth of hatred

The ignorance of the past

Your pity and your humility

is just another false mask

You said you wanted to honor the martyrs

but now you spit on their graves


The crosses, you built here

they should have had different form,

the form that was here somewhere in time

It was a sign of the same evil

-Fascistic swastika-

This one is immediate reaction dealing with the situation of the former concentration camp Osweicim-Auschwitz. Nowadays, this place became again the place where fanatic hatred and intolerance are spreading their wings in full strength. The cause for it all is the monumental cross-built by poles, members of Catholic Church. Pope hallows this cross. This cross is a trespassing upon a promise given by the Christians. They promised not to build any monumental religious symbols in the concentration camp's area. This was because Jewish religion doesn't enable any Jew to pray in close neighborhood to a cross like this. So the Jews called for its removing. But they were refused and the radical Christian groups are very dogmatic and they don't cover their anti-Semitic opinions (their cross built polish nazi skinheads too). It is possible again to hear sentences about world Jewish conspiracy here. These same sentences, which we could read in Hitler's anti-Semitic laws or hear on Kristallnacht. The sentences, that were cause of six million people death. Did these Christians forget about holocaust? Did they forget how many Jewish transports finished in Auswitz? They must suffer from some kind of lost memory. How could they speak about paying tribute to polish antifascists and then scream anti-Semitic slogans? These problems don't deal only with this case. It's like the amnesia has afflicted the whole world. Fascists and nationalistic organizations are on the rise. Racists and xenophobic moods are spreading like a disease. Did we forget indeed about what happened a few decades ago? Hope, we didn't! We hope that the lost memory is just a temporary illness and people will be reminded of a real face of fascism. If they won't there is a danger that the history will be repeated. Let's learn from the mistakes of our ancestors!!!

GRIDE, September 1998

Arogance moci - Arrogance of Power

we‘re more important than anybody of you

in our uniforms, we‘re much like the gods

we‘re the police and we protect you

we‘re just for your welfare here

but don‘t try to provoke us with your „bad appearance“

or we‘ll show you who is the master

don’t try to think about any protests

we are the law here

the judgement and the punishment

Příběh s otevřeným koncem - The Story With An Open End

the chain of the motor-saw

factory stacks

cities over-filled with cars

nuclear power plants

they tell sad story

about nature devastation

about human greed

selfishness and indifference

a few sentences left to finish

upon the world, wet by tears

about destruction of mankind

or about the return to nature

me and you

we all are authors

of this final chapter

Spravedlivý system - The Rightful System

the powerful hand of totalitarian regime

relieved its pressure

be happy, you slave

after those years of oppression

lies and terror

you know the real truth and love

welcome to the freedom empire

society of bliss

with false feeling of freedom

at the counters of supermarkets

consume a don‘t doubt

show your gratitude

at the ballot box

the prosperity and the wealth

are only guaranteed

by our brand new rightful system

so why do you still feel

that pressure, which is grinding you?

you can‘t breath

tied up with a tight rope

caught in a net of the next regime

Parlamentní utopie - Parliamentary Utopia

far above your heads

built of simple trust

a palace of ballot tickets stands

from the palace windows, people and ground

seem so small, meaningless

useful only for to be commanded

lies are served on golden trays there

falsehood and selfishness seem to be a virtue

a big notice is chiselled

on the walls and on the gates

"Don't let it be disappeared

let it live forever

parliamentary democracy"

Vlast, národ a šílenství - Country, Nation And Insanity

An echo of the shot

embodied hatred

death flies forwards

tearing bodies apart

hungry for blood

the bullet doesn't ask why

it doesn't think, it kills

obedient to the commands

for the nations serenity

under the flag of its country

what's alive?

and what's the fodder for the bombs?

funeral flowers from the state

amongst mass graves

possibility to murder

acknowledged with iron medals

and at the bottom of the trench

disfigured with the tank tracks

in the mud

the lost human reason lies

Klub přátel vivisekce - Vivisection Friends Club

a need called up by advertisement

forced cosmetic product

hungry crowd buys in the markets

the shit tested on animals

there's no time for remorse

it's gone aside

greed wins above humanity

tortured animals by Draize tests

"we cannot do anything about it"

average consumer

average excuse

no will to look for the alternatives

and the answer is so easy

you don't buy, they don't profit

the solution written on every banknote

boycott! boycott! boycott! boycott!

but still they buy, they don't want to think

members of vivisection friends club

Uniforma - The Uniform

you overlook me, you despise me

because my appearance isn't enough "underground"

you introduce new norms

you create uniforms

shocking image

you have distinguished from crowd

but you haven't changed yourself

Some of our friends were exposed to mocking and contemptuous notes because of their clothes in concert. It was because they haven't military trousers, ragged jeans or T-shirt with any accepted band and they were taken inferior. People that behave this way understand anything. They want to distinguish from consumer society and create moral code that permits to you what you can wear or not. It isn't right and these people take scene as a style and their mind is in the same level like mind of some racist. Fortunately we didn't meet a lot of those people.

Vysát a zahodit - Suck And Throw It Away

multinational octopus is chocking all the world

insatiable corporations devastate mother Earth

their motto is "suck and throw it away"

they exploit and plunder this planet

in the name of progress and technologies

nature isn't important for them

gain is the highest priority

what about human being?

what does a man mean for you?


it means only replaceable working machine

and the slogan "suck and throw it away"

on the dead, destroyed planet

there will be just warning memento

the motto of our merciless period

"suck and throw it away"

Nazi Menace

discrimination, arrogance

oppression, violence

the shade of nazi menace

and you keep silent!

Now you live here, in the Nazi Empire

New world order

was created by your indolence

mutilation, intolerance

extermination, virulence

realization of nazi menace

And you keep silent!

now you stand here, face to the wall

the shackles on hands

you gather fruits of your indifference

False Friends

you tell me just nice, sweat words

"oooh, you are so gooood!"

but behind my backs these words turn to arrows

poisonous arrows

dangerous tips stick deeply into my heart

they hurt me

our friendship is dead now

forget and buried

turned to dust

Moderní společnost 1997 - Modern Society 1997

the way of life is given with the television screen

the brain – its degradation

the dependence – medium net

faces covered into the robe of apathy and indifference

voluntary refusal of own personality

crazy pace of everyday existence

artificial life without people's factor

thousands of automatic movements

and bad ostensible feelings

price of life given in dollar notes

using of feeble and powerless people

matter of course of modern society

conscience drawn in conform

and in a lot of unnecessary things

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