Carcass - Swansong

Artist: Carcass
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!