Artist: Carcass
Release: Swansong
Release: Swansong
1. Keep On Rotting In The Free World
The threads of global fabric are united
The role of the western free world is in decline
Still free to consume, free to breathe
Free to exist, free to dream, your life of dreams
Keep on rotting, keep on rotting, keep on hoping, dreaming, one day maybe…
Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, whilst in the real world you…
Consumer or consumed, your life is cheap
Economic salvation in sweatshops returned from the east
Despair the only quality of strife
A reason for existence if you can afford the price
If your price is right
Keep on rotting, keep on rotting, keep on hoping, dreaming, one day maybe…
Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, whilst in the real world you…
Keep on rotting, keep on rotting, keep on hoping, dreaming, one day maybe…
Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, whilst in the real world you… Rot!
2. Tomorrow Belongs To Nobody
Your kingdom is of emptiness
Invisible empire of illusion
There’s no majesty in your empty words
Your ideology, self-delusion
Revisionism is the future
So let’s hail the same old dawn
Kneel before the same old order
You’re no kings, only pawns
You’re waiting for tomorrow, well tomorrow never omes
Ha! You’re waiting for your new dawn
So sad to say there isn’t one
Because, you fools, tomorrow belongs to nobody
Tomorrow belongs to nobody
3. Black Star
Black star, jewel of the night
Black star, burning bright
Magnificent sun, a beacon burning
Five-pointed coal, a guide eternal
Black star, five-pointed coal
Black star, the cosmic soul
Shining opaque, celestial furnace
Glittering dark, a sun in mourning
Black star, where light never shines
Black star, won’t you be my guide?
A dead sun for where the light never shines
Shine on
Twinkle, twinkle black star
Shine on
Black star, darken the skies
Forever burn, never to die
An ebony flame, a sun infernal
Nemesis of the night, my own dark angel
Black star, jewel of the night
Black star, so cruel, so bright
A glorious sun, with warmth so healing
Glittering dark, a sun in mourning
Black star, where light never shines
Black star, won’t you be my guide?
A dead sun for where the light never shines
Shine on
Twinkle, twinkle, black star
Shine on, black star
4. Cross My Heart
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die
It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye
If beauty is only skin deep
Then thankfully I am blind
Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart, come cross the line
Won’t you be mine, my bloody Valentine?
Put me on a pedestal, I’ll put you on a slab!
Cross my heart and hope to die
Come, let’s cross the line
There;s a fine line between love and hate
Let’s tear it apart
Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart, come, let’s cross the line
Time is no great healer, quickly the senses numb
Come cross my heart, void and null
Love is a weakness, lust conquers all
Cross my heart and hope to die
Where do we draw the line?
There’s a fine line between love and hate
Let’s tear it in two
Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart, come let’s cross the line
Let’s tear it apart
5. Child's Play
Raised in a nursery of rumbling brick
Rusted iron, cracked stone and steel
Nurtered in a barren concrete crib
In a playground of grey, your fate is sealed
Against a back drob of drab, cold corrosion
We learn to dance, love, sing and play
Razor wire, the strung umbilical cord
In an unsterile womb of urban decay
Let me take you down
As I’m going too
Play hard, like child’s play
Playing rough
After all, it’s only a game
Now, redevelopment lies in ruins
As gutted slums are sown
Enveloping, smothering squalor
This dereliction grows
Outsideit is now cold and dark
Only desolation, darkness and gloom
Not a far cry from a tortured cat
Your cities will become your tombs
Let me take you down
As I’m going too
Play hard, like child’s play
Playing rough
After all, it’s only a game
6. Room 101
Don’t claim to be a prophet
Don’t claim to read the stars
But I can see a future mapped out in scars
Look to the skies
Keep praying to your gods
Your only salvation will come in the shape of the bomb
No clockwork orange
The doom watch ticks
There’s no second coming
Only final conflict
Blind pessimism?
Only time will tell
The cold hard reality is that the world has gone to hell
And this is where I belong
In my room one zero one
As I sit here all alone
In my own private Year Zero
These numbers branded
Embedded in the mind
How can you herald a future
When it’s already arrived?
Keep looking to the skies
Keep waiting for your lord
You fools, there’s no second coming to redeem you all
And this is where I belong
In my room one zero one
As I sit here all alone
In my own private Year Zero
Don’t claim to be a prophet
Son’t claim to sight the stars
But I can read the future
In anguished mental scars
I have no faith in anything that you hold dear
The future is ours
Only in sweat and tears
And this is where I belong
In my room one zero one
As I sit here all alone
In my own private Year Zero
7. Polarized
Don’t want your number
Don’t want your name
Don’t want your colour
Don’t want your politics
Don’t want your cause
Don’t believe what you believe
Don’t want to wear your emblem
Don’t want your cult or sect
Don’t want your faith
Don’t want your respect
Don’t want your love
Don’t want your praise
Don’t want your stupid fashion
Don’t want your phase
Polarised
Tell me, what colours do you wear?
Your beliefs, polarised
I just don’t care for what you care
I just don’t care for what you care
8. Generation Hexed
Lost forever
A whole generaton of pathetic lost souls
With no meaning, no depth
They’re already dead before it gets old
Anonymous, blank
No individuality, uniformed
A wholesale
Blanket identity from the day that they’re born
Anothr generation to mourn
What choice for a new generation?
Another generation under sedation
Flocking like sheep
The instinctual herd, as fashion dictates
Primitively seduced
Commonly reduced, resigned to their fate
Another useless, faceless degeneration
Like the one which precedes
Acknowledging a bleak existence to be spent on its knees
The pattern it seeds
What choide for a new generation?
Another generation under sedation
Generation hexed
Just another useless generation, hexed
Trapped together
Another wasted generation is sold
With no meaning, no depth
They’re there to be bled
Never breaking the mould
Anonymous, blank
No individuality, misinformed
A wholesale
Blinkered non-entity on its knees born
Another generation to scorn
What choice for a new generation?
Another generation under sedation
Self-suppressed
Generation vexed
Ha! Self-oppressed
Just another generation hexed
What choice for a new generation?
A generation vexed
Still no choice for a new generation
Just another generation under sedation
Generation hexed
Just another useless generation
Generation hexed
Just another wasted generation
Hexed
9. Firm Hand
Firm hand, iron fist
An ardent dexterous weeding process
Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment
A harvesting grid
Firmhand
Unnatural selection is applied
Firmhand
The final solution, eugenocide
Hate is the law, love under will
Hate is their law, love under will
Transfusing, contagion breeds
Multi-cultured epidemic is released
Held firm, crushing grasp
A painstaking, callous, arduous task
Firmhand
Indiscriminate selection is applied
Firmhand
The final solution, eugenocide
Hate is the law, love under will
Hate is their law, love under will
With slight of their firmhand
And deviancy is cleansed
Hate is the law, love under will
Hate is their law, love under will
With slight of their firmhand
With the might of their firmhand
With slight of their firmhand
With slight of their firmhand
And deviancy is cleansed
10. Rock The Vote
Hands in another’s pocket
The bed they make is not the one in which they lie
The same old faces
The same old establishment
The same old lies
Cross your X
It’s your only voice
Do as you’re told
Don’t rock the boat
And buy what you’re sold
Believe the lie
The line that you toe
Doing fine
If you just do as you’re told
No dissident voices
The faces merge, are one, absolute
A comfortable, privileged, white over belly
Revolution
No threat, no change
No gain, just pain
The same old scheme
No hope, no choice
No future, no voice
This is no pipe dream
All is not what it seems
Believe the lie
The line that you toe
Doing fine
If you just do as you’re told
Is this rock’n’roll, or a form of state control?
Is this really rock’n’roll?
Or a form of state control?
11. Don't Believe A Word
You should never take too literally what you read
Misinformation, distortion, make belief
Fabrications, half truths implied
Misquotations, out of context and lies
I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but…
Lies, you believe them all
Lies, you swallow them whole
Lies, lies, half truths, misinformation and…
Lies, you believe them all
Lies, you swallow them whole
Lies, lies, half truths, misinformation and…
Lies
Fact and fantasy united as one
Real power stems from the barrel of a pen
Living memory can easily be erased
The pen is mightier than the sword
Yet with no blade
I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but…
Lies, you believe them all
Lies, you swallow them whole
Lies, lies, half truths, misinformation and…
Lies, you believe them all
Lies, you swallow them whole
Lies, lies, half truths, misinformation and…
12. Go To Hell
Some people aren’t cut out to be saints
And since I was born in original sin
Hedonism was a certain attraction
I think I’ll cut the crap, cut out the middle man…
And go to hell
I’ve sold my soul
So when my body goes cold, I’ll go straight to hell
Go to hell
Won’t you be told?
I’ve sold my soul
Go straight to hell
Your paradise doesn’t sound too fetching
It’s not only your souls which must be lost
Hell is other people
Yeah, too right, hell is you
The sins of the flesh sound so appealing
So let me wallow in my guilt
Your hell will be my heaven
So let’s turn up the heat
Let eternity begin
And go to hell
I’ve sold my soul
So when my body goes cold, I’ll go straight to hell
C’mon, let’s go to hell
Won’t you be told?
I’ve sold my soul
Go straight to hell
Let’s burn in the flames, yeah!