Category Archives: lyrics

When the Ghosts Have Died

When the Ghosts Have Died

Everyone…. Everywhere… Everything…
Everyone…. Everywhere… Everything…
Consider me.
Consider me.

Why be afraid?
You’ve got what you’ve made.
So, Guilt, why hide your head?
Regret, didn’t make your bed.

The things that go bump in the middle of the night,
no longer do they scare.
The monsters of the world breast beating in their rage,
no longer do they care.

War drums pound in no particular direction…
The words would have meaning…
There’s no particular inflection…
Supernatural fear… disappear.
When the ghosts have died.

Everyone…. Everywhere… Everything…
Everyone…. Everywhere… Everything…
Consider me.
Consider me.

Why be afraid?
You’ve got what you’ve made.
So hoard and take what’s yours:
Your fear and snake oil cures.

The things that go bump in the middle of the night,
no longer do they scare.
The monsters of the world breast beating in their rage,
no longer do they care.

War drums pound in no particular direction…
The words would have meaning…
There’s no particular inflection…
Supernatural fear… disappear.
When the ghosts have died.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2010 Chvad SB. All rights reserved.

Mettle IV: Headcleaner

Mettle mov.IV: Headcleaner

Hollow crevice, nothing real
Infected sludge passes as “brain”
No different from things made of steel,
No thought inside, only stains…
Of what once could have been.
Now proven steel products are as tin:
Fold and crush when made to think.
Fold and crush when made to think!

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Distorted Thoughts, Distorted Visions


Distorted Thoughts, Distorted Visions
(In the Black Hole Part 2)

I hate…
the poison that you’ve placed in my heart.
I hate . . .
you, now that you’ve torn me apart.
I hate,
the love that I still have for you.
I hate,
the two-faced fuck that you’re giving yours to.
I hate.

I hate,
the black hole in place of my soul.
I hate . . .
myself, now the light in me is coal.

I hate the thought of convergence with another,
I hate the fact that I always will love her,
I hate the tears that flow from my eyes,
I hate the wretched excuses and lies,
I hate the pain . . . it’s all there is for me,
I hate the pain, I love it . . . and it loves me.

I Hate,
the poison that you’ve placed in my heart.
I Hate . . .
you, now that you’ve torn me apart . . .
I Hate.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.



Failsafe

Failsafe

And now we have Christ.
But we’ve had him before,
In every organized crime,
The Failsafe from lore.
And the good lord spoke…
But we’ve heard him before.
In every failed culture,
In every bloated whore.
Unthought motto,
In the land of the brave
Non-thought past,
in the home of the free

Still slave to a God of vengeance…
Invading me.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1999 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Hiroshima, Topics which apply, and Reasons for Mid-Life Crisis.

Hiroshima, Topics which apply, and Reasons for Mid-Life Crisis.

If you think, you scream
Pressure elating in the mind’s dream
Cliched pleasure in sane.
Not true, eyes strained, Opaque pane
Digital Perfection, protection is dream
1.0.1.(one, zero, one); the perfect scream.
Screaming nothing; Hundred words or less
Obliterate something and sort through the mess
Write the wrong from the other side?
Unwritten opinion from those who’ve died.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

99 Gallons of Blood

99 Gallons of Blood

99 gallons of blood on the street
99 people you’ve ground into meat
Intoxicant… the greedy fuck couldn’t care
Escape the world… who? what? where?
Machines of steel devour the flesh…
Still, the sordid fuck is the bringer of death

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” plead, plead
Feel the shame: bleed, bleed
Thinned-out blood infests their veins
Eliminates “real”, receives only stains
Of sight, of sound, of blood, of screams
Nightmare maker, destroyer of dreams.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Down the Middle

Down the Middle

Part 1
I want to take you out and shit down your throat.
I want to slap your face, then buy you a brand new coat.
Sometimes I love you and always need you near,
then I wanna beat you and watch you shake with fear.

I find it so hard to explain how I feel,
often it’s difficult to find what is false and what is real.
Sometimes I wanna kiss your full red lips,
then I’ll disembowel you from your head to your hips…

Sometimes a hug with someone to share…
no… fuck it. I really don’t care.
I love you and want to hold you forever…
FUCK YOU BITCH! I want to see you? Never!

Down the Middle, just how I feel.
Gun to my head, on my knees I kneel.
I find it so hard to explain how I feel…
Often it’s difficult to find what is false and what is real.

Part 2 (from Sanctimonious)
Hand over fist, falls myth over mind
Paper-thin thoughts that enslaved human-kind
Threats that God will send your soul right to hell
To burn eternally, it’s no life, live and tell.

A sin is not a sin if what’s believed is what’s real,
But you’re already damned, there can be no appeal.
Believe in what you must, to get your life by,
Believe in what you will, you’re still gonna die.

Burning light through the chameleon of eyes,
Truth changes interpretation of lies
All shrieking out to be saved from above,
While hating each other, it’s not about love…
never more.

Remember witches burned and acquitted to die,
They didn’t know then, but now we know why.
Whatever’s different we either worship or fear,
And what we shouldn’t have, that’s what we hold dear.

The problem isn’t in the essence of time,
It remains buried deep, in our own minds.
Wordly suicide, sanction of lives.
Only satisfied in a blanket of lies.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1994 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Atmosphere

Atmosphere

but the hate lingers, smell it… breathe
grins are deception, don’t believe
behind glass eyes the chaos breeds,
the violent thoughts that chaos needs

Anti-peace. while hard-seed sleeps
Anti-Brother, Sister, Father, and Mother weeps.
Know the name of those you hate.
Know the name of those you hate.

Realize (real-lies?) within where you exist…
Breathe, Breathe… Persist.

See what you’ve done?
What war have you won?

Total. Natural order. Chaos reigns.
No inhibition, indulge your pains…
Utopian sight by blind man’s eye.
The hard-seed cringes and hides from the sky.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Mettle III: truth

Mettle III: truth

permanence is what you rely on
another social thing to depend on
words of change bring depression
fear of change halts progression
existence rages n, behind your eyes
numbers are false, you’ve got to realize

God is forever
-none of this is true-
We are forever
-none of this is true-
Our Spawn are forever
-none of this is true-
I am forever

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.