Hammer In My Head

A Slave Of Myself

Well, well, go to hell
I don’t wanna sell
My spirit to the beast
But no one’s able to resist

The history I shouldn’t know
So feel invited to the show
It starts exactly when the Moon
And lasts tomorrow afternoon

Join the feast and lose your brain
Stop to doubt, forget the pain
Flow the spirit to your dream
Let it dance with moonlight beam

Never care for fear and shame
The hate, the love – it’s all the same
Change your life cause sounds the bell
Watch these open gates of hell

You must free up tired soul
Even if you couldn’t crawl
End of crying stops the show
You don’t panic! Let it go!

Set it free from all this sadness
And escape from show of madness
When you lose what should be won
You start panic! – Spirit’s gone!

Hammer In My Head

Cause I’ve got no reason
To keep my sore in such regard
I start revenge season
And strike myself twice as hard

Bash, bash – hammer in my head
Whirr, whirr – want a drill instead?
Growl, growl – you are still not dead!

Pain’s a friend of mine
It turns me inside out
For the rest of time
In the silent shout

Pound, pound – hammer in my head
Whirr, whirr – want a drill instead?
Growl, growl – you are still not dead!

I pushed myself down
to the lowest depth,
Like a stupid clown
Deceiving the death

Bang, bang – hammer in my head
Whirr, whirr – want a drill instead?
Growl, growl – you are still not dead!

Just taking a breath
To quiet in my head
Be back from beneath
Though I should be dead

Cookwa

Run Cookwa, Run
You will never be a Man

I have nothing to explain
Cookwa is real name
I can’t stop, I can’t move
Need to grease master’s groove
That’s him pressing my buttons back there
That’s him pulling the strings
As well, he knows my thinks…

Run, run, run…

When The Blind Man Cries

If you?re leaving close the door.
I?m not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I?m lying on the floor.
Whether I?m drunk or dead I really ain?t too sure.

I?m a blind man, I?m a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, lord, you know there ain?t a sadder tale.

Had a friend once in a room,
Had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room
We found a reason for the things we had to do.

I?m a blind man, I?m a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, lord, you know he feels it from his soul.