Controlling their lives
Deciding when an how they will die
A victim of someone else's choice
The ones who suffer have no voice
Manipulating destiny
When it comes to living , no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out
Those with power, will be there
Prolong the pain
How long will it last?
Suicide machine
A request to die with dignity
Is that too much to ask?
Suicide Machine
How easy it is to deny the pain
Of someone else's suffering

Robbed of natural abilities
In death they now seek tranquility
In a confused state of mind
Extending agony, they must be blind
Manipulating destiny
When it comes to living, no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out
Those with power, will be there
Prolong the pain
How long will it last?
Suicide machine
A request to die with dignity
Is that too much to ask?
Suicide Machine

Labelled a creation of evil
Ridiculed for their shocking appearance
Sharing both pleasures and pain
Two minds, two hearts, one soul
Separating mentally
An illusion of privacy
Together - they absorb each others lives
As One - they will live and they will die
A living hell has begun

Displayed as a nightmare
Criticized through words and eyes
As they stare
To the normal it seems grotesque
Connected by a bond of flesh
Sharing both pleasures and pain
Two minds, two hearts, one soul
Separating mentally
An illusion of privacy
Together - they absorb each others lives
As One - they will live and they will die
A living hell has begun

There is a mask
That covers up one's true intentions
Once removed, things become very clear
Analyze behaviour patterns to see beneath
The person that is presented to you
Vulnerable through trust
Life is a twisted maze of obstacles
Presented by people with a secret face

What's on the outside
Is not always all that is real
Live by caution, what I feel
When things are reserved
People are shown for what they are
The truth is revealed
Banish the false
Pacifying moments with an acquired disguise to obtain
The things they want
By the anguish of someone else
Materialistic motives are fulfilled
Cherish the true
Vulnerable through trust
Life is a twisted maze of obstacles
Presented by people with a secret face

A condemming fear strikes down
Things they cannot understand
An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within
Lies
Laying your guilt and pain
On people that had no part in the molding of a life
That creates its destruction
Lies
Right before your very eyes
A reflections of the mistakes
To the end you will deny
Your part in the demise of a life
Lack of Comprehension
Thriving on your cliché
Compelled by self-resentment

Reaching into the minds of those that created
The depression in which they
In which they drowned their flesh and blood
Lies
So easy to blame the
Everlasting fear on a pathetic attempt
To justify the ending of life
Lies
Right before your very eyes
A reflections of the mistakes
To the end you will deny
Your part in the end of a life
Lack of Comprehension
Thriving on your cliché
Compelled by self-resentment

Born into darkness
Where sounds portray the images that are out
Out of reach from my sight
Which has been denied
Hands change into my eyes
Body senses intensified
Sight so close yet far away

In dreams my thoughts take their form
To give memories identity
Through dreams I obtain
The ability to connect sight with sound

Close your eyes and imagine to be without
What we take for granted every time we open our eyes
A permanent shadow to never step away
Feel the dark in the cold
Feel the warmth of the light
Which has been denied
Hands change into my eyes
Body senses intensified
Sight so close yet far away
In dreams my thoughts take their form
To give memories identity
Through dreams I obtain
The ability to connect sight with sound

7. COSMIC SEA
Music s by Chuck Schuldiner

Instrumental

Mysterious objects of flight on a voyage
To correct what they have done, what we are doing
Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most
Recesses of the planet - no choice but
To adapt to an underground world
Limiting our passages of thought
Are they the examples of regression
A life form's abusive progression
In a realm so vast, we sit among the Vacant Planets

So many worlds yet to be seen that once have shared
The same effects that come from greed, mass production
Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most
Recesses of the planet - no choice but
To adapt to an underground world
Limiting our passages of thought
Are they the examples of regression
A life form's abusive progression
In a realm so vast, we sit among the Vacant Planets