Dystopian Democratic Republic

Comply – or else
Innocence is no excuse for your self-defence
You must obey
See things in the light they say

If you are not with them
You must be against them
That is the way their thinking goes
They see themselves as royalty
Doubting them is a travesty
Anywhere they look there are foes

They can see you
They can hear you
Any step you take they can follow
If they want what is yours
They will take it
If they take it by force
They will make it
You’ll be lucky to see tomorrow

If you were an individual
A free man, not a criminal
Remember the warnings you have heard
You are free to speak
Free to make your stand
Keeping your head low, not saying a word

The whole world is open wide
As the law is on their side
There is no crime they can’t get away
Mr Blacks of this world are the powers that be

It goes without a mention
Who would be left to question
There is no crime they can’t get away
Mr Blacks of this world are the powers that be

For rebellion there is penalty
Arresting minds leads to cruelty
Behind nameless doors without a key
No matter how long and hard they try
You know well that you would rather die
Pleading guilty you’ll never be free

Lyric by Jari Hämynen

Black Christmas

It’s that time of the year
Madness rears its ugly head
Pollution for all senses
I wish I could stay in bed
 
I hate all those carols
Don’t want to hear a single song
It is opium for the masses
None of which I feel to belong
 
I hate all that pretention
Good conscious at any price
Sweat and tears are on sale
Blood sucked by all those lies
 
My Christmas is black
No gifts to give, nor to receive
There is no more faith left in me
No known god in which to believe
 
It will be black Christmas
Just like the ones before
It feels like hell, only frozen
 
It will be black Christmas
Just like the ones before
Its spell I cannot get broken
 
My Christmas is black
There is no other way
The eve of destruction
With my life I could pay
 
The candle on my grave
I do not want your charity
I just wish I could see
The end of this insanity
 
My Christmas is black
A tunnel with no light
Boxing Day at best
At last turns to a night
 
My Christmas is black
And I wish it was over
My Christmas is black
And I wish I was sober
My Christmas is black
And I wish it was over
My Christmas is black
And I wish I was sober

Lyric by Jari Hämynen

… And Merry Christmas to you, too …

Back to Back

It’s always those little things
Ones that seem not matter
But they always do

 

Unspoken things you can’t notice
Too small worth to mention
Perhaps only to you

 

It’s always those little things
Secrets you wish to keep
Remaining untold

 

Some forgiven, none forgotten
Dwelling on the thoughts
Midwinter’s cold

 

Back to back
One last chance to turn around
To keep away from the killing ground
Where the worlds are bound to collide

 

Back to back
You still mean a world to me
I only wish I could make you see
How proud I am to have you by my side

 

For the sake of our lives
I cannot live worlds apart
For the sake of our lives
I can’t survive worlds apart

 

Back to back
Plastered with some warning signs
A minefield of words as enemy lines
Is it peace or war we ought to make

 

Back to back
Trespassers may get shot
Then again, you are all I’ve got
The chance I will just have to take

Lyric by Jari Hämynen

Solitaire

Struck by a lightning out of the blue
Such a beautiful morning
Never imagined that we could be through
An end without warning

 

Life as I knew it is here no more
Can’t tell where it takes me
Feeling unreal like never before
Why don’t someone wake me

 

Horror of all horrors
I am not sleeping after all
Everything I see is real
Shocking truth revealed
My mind suddenly gone numb
I have nothing left to feel

 

The name of the game – Solitaire

 

A long cold arm of loneliness
It reaches out to touch my heart
So dumbfounded and betrayed
It wasn’t death that did us part

 

The name of the game – Solitaire

 

The vows that were once taken
Mere words without meaning
The ties that seemed unbroken
Their looks most deceiving

 

For every story with a happy end
There’s one that ends in tragedy
Excuse me for wanting to be alone
My misery needs no company

 

The name of the game – Solitaire

 

A lesson learned, thanks to you
I’ll be no more taken for a fool
Deal the cards, let’s live in sin
For my own good I have to win

 

The name of the game – Solitaire

Lyric by Jari Hämynen

Catharsis

Day’s work is done

Going out in town

If pleasures seeked

Then pleasures found

 

Eyes on the prize

In the harm’s way

Casting the die

Making their day

 

They want war

Men of peace

Leave me be

Exit, please

 

Gestures ever threatening

Killer instict kicking in

If you lay your hand on me

Hurt and sorry you will be

 

First blood drawn

Exhilarating

The war wages on

Exterminating

 

Loss of life

Possibility

Adrenaline

Immortality

 

Feels so alive

So purified

Feels so alive

So purified

 

Hear sirens scream

The end of war

The troops retreat

In need of more

 

Gazes exchanged

Say where and when

No pack of peace

But to fight again

 

Loss of life

Possibility

Adrenaline

Immortality

 

Feels so alive

So purified

Feels so alive

So purified

Lyric by Jari Hämynen

Joker

Imagine this . . .

 

Once upon a time there was a king

He had his realm and he had his queen

But then came the end of the fairytale

And he lost them both and all in between

 

Look at him now and you’d never know

That one day he did have a dream

He knew he could make it real

Based on a vision he had seen

 

So he chose to play the game

And he won against all odds

Nothing could’ve been better

He was in the favour of the gods

 

Nothing good without something bad

The secret is in the cycles

If you can’t see it only you are to blame

The secret is in the cycles

If you can’t see it, Joker is your name

 

At the top there’s only one way to go

He didn’t see it coming or so they say

Blinded by the lights he never realized

What goes around comes back the same way

 

And then the gods turned their backs on him

In a ship without sails he sailed

Praying to the gods, trying to please them all

So is it any wonder that he failed?

 

The people started to cry for revolution

And in the end the king lost his head

First they made him their court jester

A human wreck, better off dead

Lyric by Jari Hämynen