Death-A-Holic lyrics by The Wake

1. Suicide Manual

Revenge in a state of madness. Madness is a state of happiness. The voices are your guiding light. Call it whatever you may want to. You didnīt meant to step on anotherīs toes. (chorus) Whatever happends. You didnīt meant to step on no toes. Whatever happends. You didnīt meant to hurt them. Step on those hoes. Head for the closet Take the sharpest object Handle it carefully Now place it on your wrist Repeat it Repeat it Do you see the dark-red flowing? Slash it until you see your self-portrait in a memorial service. Damn this I keep on breathing. They promised that this will help me. Through the bad days and through everyday. This void. Described as salvation. Handholding me. Through these hours...

2. Rejected

3. One More Day

4. Downward Groove

5. Instrumental

6. The Elbow Of Zeus

Why do I feel. Why am I standing here. Why do I repeat all the brainless mistakes. Wake up and see. What life is doing to me. This is a cry for help. īCause it brings me closer, closer to hell. Like paper cuts too deep on my skin. The dying cells inside of my veins. Iīm feeling ill. Where does the rainbow end. Iīm at the halfway. Why someone brought the rain. Those years were here. Those years of fortune and fame. Now some one stole them. And it feels like. īCause it brings me closer, closer to hell. Like paper cuts too deep on my skin. The dying cells inside of my veins. Iīm draining fast. These days are years and years are decades. Still waiting for the stroke that gives me. Pleasure with pain. Turning all the water to wine. Painting this gray. īCause it brings me closer, closer to hell. Like paper cuts too deep on my skin. The dying cells inside of my veins...

7. Good For Nothing

In this room, there shouldnīt be no suffering. We are eager to get rid of all thatīs different. As weīre doomed to this everyday misery. As a diversion of the painless humanity. īCause we are blind and feel no sympathy. The vapid life of ours. īCause we are blind and too conceited. The mass destruction. This is floor 6. Place; Sanitarium Where they try to take away my diversity. Lying still. Empty will. Not even dreaming. And every pill just grows my misery. īCause we are blind and see no sympathy. The vapid life of ours. īCause we are blind and too conceited. The mass destruction. Always the same. We make a difference. But show me one who cares. Always the same. We beat the undone. But show me one who cheers. In criminal obsession. There is no dilemma. Distinquish the diverse and you are feed from power. Bury the irrelevant. Kill off all thatīs different. No one is is lily-white. In this world of deceit iīm waiting for release. Demon me... īCause we are blind and see no sympathy. The vapid life of ours. īCause we are blind and too conceited. The mass destruction. Always the same. We make a difference. But show me one who cares. Always the same. We beat the undone. But show me one who cheers...

8. Mindless Wrecking Progress

Mind detonation. Dream that solution. And it will come to your realm. Danger closing in. As you take a step backwards. Almost breaking your neck. Light up the flames. Light up everything. Look behind. Strafe on left. Peel your opponents. Make them suffer for your mistakes. Mindless wrecking progress. Tear down your roof and you feel the sunshine. Mindless wrecking progress. Warming like it never did before. Corridor ending. Make up your mind. And turn to direction you always wanted. Leave it behind. Walk into the woods. Stuff your head to the ground. Light up the flames. Light up your everything. Look behind. Strafe on left. Peel your opponents. Make then suffer for your mistakes. Light up the flames. Light up your everything. Look behind. Strafe on left. Mindless wrecking progress. Tear down your roof and you feel the sunshine. Mindless wrecking progress. Warming like it never did before...

9. Death-A-Holic

Do you dream when you are dead? Do you feel when legs are poison-mass? And your will is - well forgotten. You say never again. Pray for salvation for days to come or youīll never get done. Dreams of nothingness. And your will is sure to be gone. Is this eternal state of mind? When my will is given, and giving is to be gone. Is this eternal state of my beliefs? When my will is given, and and giving is to be gone. Do you grieve when all is gone? Or do you cast away the final shred. Piece of your believe. Let the domination begin. Pray for salvation for days to come or youīll never get done. Dreams of nothingness. And your will is sure to be gone. Is this eternal state of mind? When my will is given, and giving is to be gone. Is this eternal state of my beliefs? When my will is given, and and giving is to be gone...

10. Nailgun

In this horizontal rain itīs hard to hold your mind in one place. As the hammer hits your face. Just fastening. Ainīt it fascinating? In this lifelasting pain everyday just feels like the same. Try to catch up the pace. A victim of mind, one of a kind. And itīs all in this. In this sculptural piece of shit. Planted inside my skin. This little red. the little piece of me, making it all so. Biggest and blackest. Buries my hatchets to thousand feet under. Releasing those hundreds of thoughts. Hardened and grey. Hitting my face with the force of nailgun. So cold and lost inside. Just trying to keep up with life. Far away from home. Further each day. colder the days. Guided by your ghost of mind. Every step just leaves you behind. Try to keep your face. Not to fall, Not to fall... And itīs all in this. In this sculptural piece of shit. Planted inside my skin. This little red. the little piece of me, making it all so. Biggest and blackest. Buries my hatchets to thousand feet under. Releasing those hundreds of thoughts. Hardened and grey. Hitting my face with the force of nailgun. The wind is blowing me down. The hand in hights is casting these rocks down. Just like rain, but causing so much more pain. Those hands are holding me under. Darkness without emergency exit. And no way out. Letīs close the coffin. And itīs all in this. In this sculptural piece of shit. Planted inside my skin. This little red. the little piece of me, making it all so. Biggest and blackest. Buries my hatchets to thousand feet under. Releasing those hundreds of thoughts. Hardened and grey. Hitting my face with the force of nailgun...

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Albums

• Ode To My Misery (2003)
• Death-A-Holic (2005)