The Spoken Scream
 
Phantasm
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1997 2surreal Music Ltd.
 
Cutting apart from the plague of belief
You are free to appeal to inventive ideals
We follow the leader, why this need to please?
When mind turns burlesque, it is flame for disease
 
Is it more painful for those who don't know the words to explain it all?
And who understands the need to control it all?
Will you form a Phantasm of a prodigy?
So curious this oddity of mind
 
Searching for human blood to inspire my voice
Open your eyes to a game beyond numb
Am I a new breed with rules that we all need?
Or am I just following another false lead?
 
Is it more painful for those who don't know the words to explain it all?
And who understands the need to control it all?
Will you form a Phantasm of a prodigy?
So curious this oddity of mind
 
 
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 are in the light
Time kills those above the sun
I live down under (the king)
I live down under away from the sun
The king of dirt and I answer to no one
I live down under (the king)
 
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 ecstacy!
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 are in the light
Time kills those above the sun
I live down under (the king)
I live down under away from the sun
The king of dirt and I answer to no one
I live down under (the king)
 
And I get no power from your moral tower
Never gonna need.....
I have nothing to lose but the power to choose
Never gonna need the sun
 
And time kills those who are in the light
Time kills those above the sun
I live down under (the king)
I live down under away from the sun
The king of dirt and I answer to no one
I live down under (the king)
 
 
Love Like A Loaded Gun ('97 Remix)
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2surreal Music Ltd.
 
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
 
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
 
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
 
 
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...
 
 
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
 
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
 
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 and gray
 
 
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
 
 
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?
 
 
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 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
 
 
The Rhythm Is A Sadist
(Brett Schieber/Shaz Hobrath) 1995 2surreal Music Ltd.
 
Feeling entangled, cold and infected
The rhythm will crush me in it's 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
 
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
 
 
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 ?
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