The Spoken Scream
 
The Rhythm Is A Sadist
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
Feeling entangled, cold and infected,
The rhythm will crush me in its innocent bondage.
I ache everyday from indifference and squander,
My purpose spiraling out of control.
The rhythm hypnotic like pity, it soothes me,
No one can haunt me so tender, no one can haunt me so tender.
It frightens my ego, renders me helpless
While visions dance twisting the circus.
 
Where you find me dancing alone
Though the rhythm is a sadist,
Gonna tear it down, tear it down, tear it down.
Where you find me dancing alone
Though the rhythm is a sadist,
Gonna tear it down, tear it down, tear it down.
 
Sleepwalk through canyons, I'm dreaming on dancefloors
With a mood that moves through me and a wind that will cool me.
Swimming in lightning, dramatic and thoughtful,
Their eyes so judgmental and a hate too abnormal
To hide. Painted fire, painted clowns,
No one will hold me so tender, no one will hold me so tender.
Drowning in planets makes me feel lonely
But I'll dance to remember, I'll dance to forget.
 
Where you find me dancing alone
Though the rhythm is a sadist,
Gonna tear it down, tear it down, tear it down.
Where you find me dancing alone
Though the rhythm is a sadist,
Gonna tear it down, tear it down, tear it down.
 
Tear it down.
 
Where you find me dancing alone
Though the rhythm is a sadist,
Gonna tear it down, tear it down, tear it down.
Where you find me dancing alone
Though the rhythm is a sadist,
Gonna tear it down, tear it down, tear it down.
 
 
Oh...
 
 
All Imperfect Things
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
Breathing mountains, victim of fears,
She's so dramatic, she believes in her tears.
Victim in the dark, not easy to please, never prepared, she's a living disease.
 
Feel her torture, she's alone and naive,
And words in vain, oh yes ! She'll make you believe.
Victim in the dark, not easy to please, never prepared, she's a living disease.
 
The truth, it forever stings, she encompasses all imperfect things.
The truth, it forever stings, she encompasses all imperfect things.
 
She swims in desire, dignity burns in the fire,
Her purity is for hire, eyes of flame are a liar.
Not easy to move, not easy to reach, she's counting her men and doesn't care
Who enters her house, who destroys her heart.
 
Breathing mountains, victim of fears,
She's so dramatic, she believes in her tears.
Victim in the dark, not easy to please, never prepared, she's a living disease.
 
Feel her torture, she's alone and naive,
And words in vain, oh yes ! She'll make you believe.
Victim in the dark, not easy to please, never prepared, she's a living disease.
 
The truth, it forever stings, she encompasses all imperfect things.
The truth, it forever stings, she encompasses all imperfect things.
 
She speaks her words in vain, cleans her soul in the acid rain,
Never speaks of her growing pain, her truth is a frozen refrain.
Always a fool, she'll break every rule. She looks in the mirror that erases
All of the traces of her demented faces.
 
 
I gave her my heart one day.
Perfection was stripped in her world of play.
You'd better believe she would push me away.
Bitter imperfection left her cold, cold and gray...
 
 
Love Like A Loaded Gun
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
Love like a loaded gun, Love like a loaded gun
Love like a loaded gun
 
Rhythms of freedom where love knows no fate
In a world part clown, in a world part hate,
I was told who to love since I was very young
But who understands what we become ? Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun.
 
Rhythms of freedom where love knows no fate
In a world part clown, in a world part hate,
I was told who to love since I was very young
But who understands what we become ? Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun.
 
Love like a loaded gun,
Point it in the wrong direction, you know
You're gonna kill someone and you know that love is
Dignified. I know no rules that
Rule my desire, no rule my desire.
 
Take all your laws away, I feel no
Insipid, vague ideology. And you
Know deep inside words are lost. Love is not a
Law to be forced by man. He's always
Swallowing all that he can.
 
Rhythms of freedom where love knows no fate
In a world part clown, in a world part hate,
I was told who to love since I was very young
But who understands what we become ? Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun.
 
Rhythms of freedom where love knows no fate
In a world part clown, in a world part hate,
I was told who to love since I was very young
But who understands what we become ? Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun.
 
 
When will you be honest with yourself?
No one grows in darkened soil
Don't expect man to be loyal,
No disallusion lives here.
Create all you feel, create all you feel.
 
Rhythms of freedom where love knows no fate
In a world part clown, in a world part hate,
I was told who to love since I was very young
But who understands what we become ? Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun.
 
Rhythms of freedom where love knows no fate
In a world part clown, in a world part hate,
I was told who to love since I was very young
But who understands what we become ? Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun.
 
 
Love like a loaded gun. Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun. Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun. Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun. Love like a loaded gun.
Pa-da... Pa-da... Pa-da...
 
Love like a loaded gun. Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun. Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun. Love like a loaded gun.
Love like a loaded gun. Love like a loaded gun.
Pa-da... Pa-da... Pa-da...
 
 
Marionette
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
Haunted by your animated fear
No memories live here, just wind and decay
And you know just how cruel we can be
The rooms whisper reverie
And the wars that we thought would kill us
Baited all our dreams
 
I float in a kiss and a scream
Smiling corpses lean on me
And I run away from home....
 
Haunted by your animated fear
No memories live here, just wind and decay
And you know just how cruel we can be
You make a marionette of me
And the wars that we thought would kill us
Reflected all our tears
 
Was our world full of vice, full of fears?
Injecting your morals into my skin
And I run away from home....
 
Our carnival of marigold was a fraud
Minds can break and cut and bleed
It takes a hell of a soul to break away
 
Haunted by your animated fear
No memories live here, just wind and decay
And you know just how cruel we can be
You make a marionette of me
And the wars that we thought would kill us
Has left me feeling....
 
 
Masochist
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
She stood in the doorway
Ripped from her home
Elegantly tortured
fetched in a robe
The truth leads her nowhere
She closes the door
She doesn't need answers anymore
 
Everyone has the right not to love her
She's alone in believing that love conquers all
While pictures of happiness decorate her wall
But no fantasy can conceal
All the scars that don't seem real
Every night is the same
Filled with guilt and with shame
She's content in her hell, and it's just as well...
 
She wears the night like a mask
Every face is a hunter
Hunted are her memories
Silenced are her dreams
Faceless with nothing inside, she sheds her skin
She has nothing to hide and no place to hide in
 
Everyone has the right not to love her
She's alone in believing that love conquers all
While pictures of happiness decorate her wall
But no fantasy can conceal
All the scars that don't seem real
Every night is the same
Filled with guilt and with shame
She's content in her hell, and it's just as well...
 
 
The King
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1996 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
You said "Just hold him down with a poison spike"
Just more fuel to raise my blood, I've eaten dirt with a silver
Spoon, lived in suicide rooms. The saints
Understand nothing, I died the minute I was born.
 
I am the king of despair, I prosper here,
I prosper down in the underground
Below all of the fame, disected from the world where
Games rule your life. Everyone steals a piece of someone.
 
And time kills those who're in the light,
Time kills those above the sun, yeah...
(I live down under, I live down under.)
(I live down under, I live down under.)
I live down under away from the sun,
The king of dirt and I answer to no one, yeah...
(I live down under, I live down under.) The king !
(I live down under, I live down under..)
 
I said "Vision is useless when everyone else
Tells you what to think", so disturbing is this world, so I'm
Digging a hole right through my soul
Below phony smiles to a morning of desperate
Ecstasy ! (Ecstasy !) I prosper down in the underground.
Weep for them but don't weep for me...
 
(... And I can never feel the same again.)
 
And time kills those who're in the light,
Time kills those above the sun, yeah...
(I live down under, I live down under.) The king !
(I live down under, I live down under...)
I live down under away from the sun,
The king of dirt and I answer to no one, yeah...
(I live down under, I live down under.) The king !
(I live down under, I live down under..)
 
 
And I get no power from your moral tower.
Never gonna need, never gonna need, never gonna need, never gonna need, never gonna need !
I have nothing to lose but the power to choose.
Never gonna need, never gonna need, never gonna need, never gonna need, never gonna need the sun !...
 
And time kills those who're in the light,
Time kills those above the sun, yeah...
(I live down under, I live down under.) The king !
(I live down under, I live down under...) Under !...
(Down... Look down...)
(Down... Look down...)
(Down... Look down...)
(Down... Look down...)
(Down... Look down, down, down, down...)
(Down... Look down, down, down, down...)
 
(Ah...)
 
 
Losing Control
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
I've got the perfect soul for a monster
Delirium tears into my Eden
Pain in my perception fills me with doubt
I've got to open up my wounds and let the monster out
Heavenly, eerily,
Pray for me...
Lost among the ruin, brutal perversion
And I'm crawling on the razor - cut in two
Vamping in my cruel fashion
My better half is murdered by my vicious passion
 
 
Looking at my life in battle with nature
Like a painting in a dream I've lost control
Heavenly, eerily,
Pray for me...
Turning to the darkest side of my nature (Holding onto)
And I'm watching all my sanity touch the edge (All those things that we)
Life has burnt a hole in my mind's eye (Have no control of)
A frightened race of human outcry told into the sky (Losing control of...)
Sky...
 
 
We lost it all,
We lost it all
Call on me ! Call on me !
The naked soul of desperate people cast out into the street.
Rain on fire that burns the soul and we're losing control, we're losing control
Rain on fire that burns the soul and we're losing control, we're losing control
Call on me ! Call on me !
We lost it all. The fire that burns the soul and we're losing control, we're losing control
The fire that burns the soul and we're losing control, we're losing control.
 
 
The Puzzle Of Reflection
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
There's shock in my eyes that the years can not hide
With the memory of your laugh, I can still cry
And the crack in the mirror, it isn't a crack at all
And I open my mouth to shout, but I can't understand
What the tears and rage are all about
 
No mask feels right
And I'm afraid of my reflection
The puzzle of reflection
Reflection...
 
There's so much that I can be but my eerie reflection
Contradicts all the feelings that are trapped inside of me
The riddle that I see
Mirrors are crying, melting my youth before my eyes
And the mystery is changing
The speculum burns in effigy, the parts that are not me
 
Feeling all wrong and hating the trace of imitation that hides my true face
Visions of faults
I'm dreaming to be oh so much more than is reflecting in front of me
 
No mask feels right
And I'm afraid of my reflection
The puzzle of reflection
Reflection...
 
Where nothing is real
The land of image can be cold
Through the mirror of my soul
Are we really all alone?
 
 
I Can't Live My Life Like This
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1996 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
No one speaks my thoughts, I move through people's lives and miss their eyes
I fell too deep a thousand times
Torture me with what I can't have, I'll beg until I understand
And when I move, you move away, and when I speak, you turn and pray
 
I want them near
And if I speak my mind to anyone, they turn in fear
I can't live my life like this
And fear is a funny thing
 
Hope is what makes me bleed while I'm living a life that isn't me
Pretending what is killing me is in my mind
And I've died a thousand times for a world created for everyone but me
And as I live from day to day, I fear I'll die before I say
 
I want them near
And if I speak my mind to anyone,they disappear
I can't live my life like this
I can't live my life like this
 
I need this life
And though I feel a part of nothing
I live for dreams
I can't live my life like this
And dreams are a funny thing
  
 
Running From The Thunder
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
Running from the rain
I've got to get away from those eyes
Every time it rains
Something inside of me dies
And I'm running
No one knows how much it stains me
Running away
 
Running from the thunder
Escape is clever
But you and I know we can't run forever
 
Running from the sun
Electric light reflects what I've done
Murder in the day
I've got to run away
And I'm running
No one stops to calm and soothe me
Fading away in the black blood water
 
Running from the thunder
Escape is clever
But you and I know we can't run forever
 
Sleeping in a tree
Where no one wants something from me
The thunder rolls and lightening tears at my soul
And I'm running
Just can't get away from my heart
I'm always ripping myself apart
 
Running from the thunder
Escape is clever
But you and I know we can't run forever
 
 
God's Little Joke
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
I have a secret, we love so blindly
A man can be weak, but still be free...
And I don't need love, I need dignity
And I'm so happy, but am I really free?
 
so...
Keep your mouth shut, lover
Press your lips to the razor
I won't be kissing them anymore
Your bloody kisses became a bore
Wonderland is a single vision
How lucky am I, how lucky am I to be free
That's what I really need
so...
Keep your mouth shut, lover
Turn your back and go, no one has to know
How lucky am I, how lucky am I to be free
That's what I really need!
 
But no one knows my name, no one shares my shame
And who will help me when I fall off the earth
I wear my crown of thorns, am I a savior torn by temptation in your eyes
The witches speak my name, calling out the dancing pain
Is it my freedom that I love most?
Strip me bare, my secrets in a frequency, but no one is close to me
I should be happy, it's God's little joke
 
Just...
Keep your mouth shut, lover
Press your lips to the razor
I won't be kissing them anymore
Your bloody kisses became a bore
Wonderland is a single vision
How lucky am I, how lucky am I to be free
That's what I really need
so...
Keep your mouth shut, lover
Turn your back and go, no one has to know
How lucky am I, how lucky am I to be free
That's what I really need!
 
I have a secret, we love so blindly
A man can be weak, but still be free...
And I don't need love, I need dignity
And I'm so happy, but am I really free? 
 
 
Cold Machine
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
Like a cold machine that feels more than you do
Your touch is a vicious excuse for love
Your heart, no, it doesn't want to love the way humans do
Those wires behind your smile I can see through
I'm a fool to love you but I do, but I do
 
I wanted to fall in love
Then found people cold
I wanted to live in dreams
Not suffer in endless screams
 
Like a cold machine that feels more than you do
Your touch is a vicious excuse for love
Your heart, no, it doesn't want to love the way humans do
Those wires behind your smile I can see through
I'm a fool to love you but I do, but I do
 
Your human tongue has cut me down
Held me under to watch me drown
Face to face, eye to eye
Your not afraid to watch me cry
I know it isn't really cool to feel used like I do
But I hate to feel your cold isolation
And I feel your icy words that are caught in between
Loving you is like loving a cold machine
 
Like a cold machine that feels more than you do
Your touch is a vicious excuse for love
Your heart, no, it doesn't want to love the way humans do
Those wires behind your smile I can see through
I'm a fool to love you but I do, but I do
 
 
I Love The People That Hurt Me
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1996 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
I know you've got a minute of time for me
Just make some time for me!
I can't bear the cross alone
And though I love the people that hurt me...
I'm never coming home
Hold me down and nail me to the cross
Speak of hate! You little fool
I'm not a god but I feel crucified
By your snide taste for blood
A vicious circle to kill it's own
 
Everyone owns a gun where thorns pierce and tear
(And I'm living outside myself)
A culture tortured by storms
(I'm ready to live again with lots of pain to share)
(No one has to understand me!)
I hear contemptuous rants
All my works of art laid to rest
By clever experts and betrayed by sycophants
EVERYONE OWNS A GUN TO BLOW APART SOMEONE
 
I know you've got a minute of time for me
Just make some time for me!
I can't bear the cross alone
And though I love the people that hurt me...
I'm never coming home
Hold me down and nail me to the cross
Speak of hate! You little fool
I'm not a god but I feel crucified
By your snide taste for blood
A vicious circle to kill it's own
 
You play those psychotic games
That burn right through my veins
(And I'm living outside myself)
Your damage down for the weak
(I Laugh as the butchers)
To critique the strong
(Destroy all doubt)
You're Hell for the mind
(Of what I'm really all about)
You are Hell for the soul!
Keep your words like a crutch
What I feel isn't tangible!
EVERYONE OWNS A GUN TO BLOW APART SOMEONE
 
HUNT ME DOWN!
 
 
Tilbury Town / Mr. Flood's Party (Instrumental)
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
In Tilbury town where he lay
A fragile man broke by fame
Again quietly arrayed
His heart - a world of pain
At last - a man driven quietly insane
And no one ever came
Buried in a night of rain
 
As he was walking, empty eyes gazed his way
But no one saw his plight of shame
From innocence to rage
In his home - a blackened shape
Asleep by windows where sanity escapes
With harlequin tears that flooded his floors
 
He plans eternity behind closed doors
 
The shadows creep and dead men crawl
As Richard Corey leads them all
His lonely Ghost will fall
Where do all the lonely souls go?
We never really know
Crying out for time we'll never find
Fly the ghost sublime within our mind
 
 
No End To The Dark (Live)
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1996 2Surreal Music Ltd.
 
Your shield made me out to be vague
Cutting your throats with your false light
And no one can see me bleed in the dark of the night
I feel their disallusion grow
But I'm here in the black of reality wanting to know
Who will turn the light on to reveal what we fear
I know people are desperate here
 
What must I find in the light to go on
When I feel there is no end to the dark?
WHY DON'T YOU HEAR ME?
WHY WON'T YOU HEAR ME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT?
 
If no one feels the same there is no end
Who will hold the hand of a man unseen?
I'm fighting off shadows that mock me in a cruel circus of plastic eyes
In the dark throbs a vibrant being
And my eyes are wasted because nothing is worth seeing
I choke within your victimless ego
 
What must I find in the light to go on
When I feel there is no end to the dark?
WHY DON'T YOU HEAR ME?
WHY WON'T YOU HEAR ME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT?
 
And I won't crawl for you
No one can tell me what I feel is brand new
But everyone pretends to be happy......
And it's so untrue
Why be so weak?
Why feel no shame when you've taken the easy way out?
 
What must I find in the light to go on
When I feel there is no end to the dark?
WHY DON'T YOU HEAR ME?
WHY WON'T YOU HEAR ME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT?
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