Sang nirwana Menghadirkan mata-mata Bersiaplah Yang ditanam mengapa berduri? Ingatlah karya pujangga Cacian kini merajalela Bisakah kita mengubah Takdir kelabu Kubur jadi satu Sambutlah kemarau tiba Berguguran, tapi dikenang selamanya Sang nirwana Menghadirkan mata-mata Bersiaplah Sang nirwana Menghadirkan mata-mata Bersiaplah Yang berduri kok dirawat? Kau kira selamanya mereka akan percaya Tapi maaf waktumu telah tiba

I ran from the haunted mansion Left behind my inventions A talent for my own destruction Is all I've ever owned And in the dark a fog descends The velvet edges split and then The bright lights have found me again Alone with a microphone (So I sang) These are the happiest days of my life, I know Black anoraks, synthesized strings Two tarnished tin wedding rings Nostalgia for meaningful things is all I've ever known These are the happiest days of my life, I know My death scene played to no applause Two angels came to my dire cause Their voices like melodic As they spoke to me and said "Your darkness is brighter than All the lights in the disco tonight Your darkness is brighter, you are inevitable Then why is she making me wait so long?"

The Keeper of the Black Shard: So, it begins anew. The eternal struggle for mastery of the crystalline codex. I have forseen this day, the day when the Hound of Z'xulth would come seeking the Black Shard of power. Long ago, when this star did burn brightly with glorious and incandescent life, I was charged with the task of safeguarding this, the most dangerous shard of the Lexicon, keeping it from the grasp of those who would abuse its peerless potency. It is a mandate by which I shall abide, so long as the spark of life remains within my ancient form. So cold are the spaces between the stars... For blackened suns are the only legacy of worlds long dead. Zurra: The key word of Transcendence! The key word of Transference! Enlightenment flows from the icosahedron! The Black Shard awaits my grasp, and with its power I shall liberate the rightful owners of the Lexicon... the true rulers of the cosmos! Hail the Z'xulth! X'atham-ry'aa! Tha'zai-tonn! Darker than a score of hells, Wherein astral horrors dwell, Macrocosmic realms aflame... Prey of fiends that have no name! X'atham-ry'aa! Tha'zai-tonn! Darker than a score of hells... Where astral horrors sublime dwell, Macrocosmic realms aflame... Bow to the gods that have no name! The Keeper of the Black Shard: So cold, at the heart of a frozen star... Stay thy hand and thy tongue, slave of the Outer Darkness... Surely you are not foolhardy enough to dare unshackle the dire titans of Z'xulth! Zurra: Hidden within the blazing core of this sun is that which I seek, old one. Do not seek to thwart me, lest the horrors of oblivion be a balm to your time-addled mind. Ages past I waged war side by side with the Z'xulth, smiting the ruin of our foes across the intricate tapestry of the cosmos, hammering the vaunted Kl'aa and their lap dogs to the brink of annihilation! With the liberation of my brethren, the universe shall once more tremble at the footfalls of its rightful rulers! The Lexicon shall be mine... Behold the cosmic codex! The tome of the astral abyss! The Keeper of the Black Shard: By the eternal forefathers of the multiverse! Evil permeates your soul like gangrenous corruption within a baleful wound, stripling of Chaos! I witnessed your creation within the Spawning Vats of the Mera deep beneath the Pre-Cambrian oceans! A glorious experiment you were, the first genetic progeny of mighty Zuranthus, the great one whose genetic template was utilized for your genesis. And yet base treachery was afoot, as your matrix was tainted by the cells of a captive fiend of Z'xulth. Never have the myriad galaxies witnessed such reckless and unquenchable hatred... never has the cosmos beheld such unparalleled ire and corruption! Such diabolical evil... sublime macrocosmic malevolence! Zurra: I have become far more than the Ersatz Ones ever intended! I was shunned by my creators, an outcast and an abberation... cast into the lightless depths of the Well of Black Flame... but I endured, and dreams of vengeance sustained me! I shall be father to the new master race which shall sweep across the cosmos and bring the glorious embrace of the Outer Darkness unto all the denizens of creation! The Z'xulth shall rule all, and the glory of their reign shall shine like an ireful beacon across the limitless expanses of the multiverse! All shall bow before us! Fear is the power... Terror is the key! X'atham-ry'aa... Tha'zai-tonn! I am replete with sovereign mastery! The portal to the Outer Darkness shall be open! They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo shall be free! I have won... bow, yield, kneel! Darken the sun... Narra, Gorra, Kaasha! I arise... bow, yield, kneel! Parhelion dies... Narra, Gorra, Kaasha! I can taste the sweet ichors of omnipotency upon my lips... Let it begin! The Black Shard shall be mine! X'atham-ry'aa j'aiigh! Tha'zai-tonn nax'a-gorrha! The Keeper of the Black Shard: By hoary Klatrymadon's ersatz wings! I am smitten by the diabolism of the Z'xulth Hound! Life drains from me, the stars flicker and fade in the heavens! I am undone by the envenomed blade of evil! And yet with my last breath, I shall summon those who may yet thwart your aspiration to power, Zurra spawn of Zuranthus! So cold, the spaces between the stars... Zurra: X'atham-ry'aa... Tha'zai-tonn... The Black Shard is mine! Combined with the power of the icosahedron, this crystalline fragment shall magnify my nighted energies tenfold! With each new piece that falls into place, this grand cosmic puzzle inexorably continues to illumine my path to ultimate power! The Astral Gate shall yawn wide once more and my darksome ilk shall again know the glory of unfettered freedom... and together, we shall recover the remaining shards of the Lexicon and utterly annihilate the ancient foes of the Z'xulth! But first, I feel an audience with my renowned progenitor is long overdue... and yet I vow it will not be a favorable reunion! The blood of Zuranthus shall annoint my zircon blade, this I promise thee! The Keeper of the Black Shard: Such carnage wrought with your malevolent tongue, dark one... What unfathomable horrors dwell within the lightless corners of your cursed soul? What will you do once the power of the codex is within your evil grasp? Be wary Zurra, for the Lexicon consumes all those who seek to manipulate its untenable might! Is your mind strong enough to wield the power of a god, o' stripling of Z'xulth? Heed not the voice of the Lexicon... lest its whispers drive you mad!

Today as well I've done nothing worthy of note The day just went by like the one before Oh but tomorrow I'll have a stroke of genius Maybe I'll write a song and sing it in the right key Oh yeah tomorrow I'll have a stroke of genius What if today I just stay in bed instead? What will become of me? Will it ever be the way I imagined? Will I ever gonna find the wonder that I seek? Is it ever gonna be as I imagined years ago? And another year went by of getting nothing done And a few new gray hair came out, stronger than the other ones (Of course) Oh well tomorrow I'll have a stroke of genius (Of course) Oh it's more likely I'll just have a stroke instead! What ever happened to me? How come things turned out like this? Will I ever gonna see the glass full to the brim? Or is it always gonna be just like today? What will become of me? Will it ever be the way I imagined? Will I ever gonna find the wonder in my head? Will it ever be the way I imagined years ago? Will I ever gonna find the wonder that I seek? Will I ever be the way I imagined?

I'm sick and tired Of the rhetoric of success I'm bored to death By warriors and lions I can't stand anymore "Artists" of any kind I can't stand anyone Who's got it all worked out Sometimes I don't agree with anything And when I argue I don't know where I stand Sometimes I feel like I'm part of the whole Others I don't belong to any place at all Sometimes I feel like I'm falling in love Others I don't belong to anyone at all I'm not motivated By the gurus of the body And I'm not inspired By the gurus of the spirit I get so frustrated By the baits of the media I get so frustrated By the game of politics Some people say "life's a chessgame" I couldn't care less 'cause I've quit seeking for a formula No longer long for a meaning and No longer long for an answer when I know I won't amount to anything I must not to fear complexity I must not to fear semplicity I must not to fear to be useless I must not to fear to fail again and again

I'm such a party pooper Always looking for the downside But I think it's growing dark and It doesn't look like it's getting better And Unicorns are not so special They're just horses with a horn If anything they are more dangerous And probably self-important I know I'm such a wet blanket Yeah I was born in the day of the quarrel And maybe I'm getting old too But I swear that's how I've always been And Marmaids are not so charming either They probably smell of fish I mean, they have a fishtail! And sex would be disgusting too Oh what is the matter with me? What it is that makes me such a drag? Well I'm trying to understand Yeah to get to the crux of the matter Logic is dying By the hands of Feeling And truth is threatened by Bombastic speeches Oh Oh and they could go on and on They can go on and on Here is the church and Here is the steeple We sure are snob for Two clueless people The world as it is Is indeciphrable I can't help but try To get to the bottom of things

Here they come White as milk Here they come With jeans and boots Walking goofy Testing the waters We just arrived How does it work? And 24 hours later You see them entering the hall Standing tall In flip flops and sarongs Sunburns Sand between their toes They get a table And start attackin' the buffet (Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaararirara) But something is wrong The room is too small The pool is too crowdy The food not good at all The service is alright You're nice and polite But we won't come back again And you should remove a star (Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta) And we, the waiters Bartenders and cooks Time-trial smokers Inveterate runners Angry and weary Longing for the shift to end Fighting our own assumption that The customer is always wrong Fuck you, lady! No, I didn't actually said that! But sometimes I'd really like to yell And I count to ten instead And for once I'd like to spend a quiet Summer away from work Yeah for once I'd like to spend a summer Where maybe I get served instead (Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Woh) And then the season ends The colleagues say goodbye I'll see you again offhand I hope it's better next time

All the best seats are taken But if we hurry up Maybe we find one that's not too crappy Or else We stay in the back It's not bad We can do all sorts of stuff without being seen I don't like myself But I don't wanna be somebody else I guess I'll proceed To disappoint again But don't worry, baby Guitars are gonna come back It is a matter of time They always come back And don't worry, darling 'Cause rock'n'roll is not dead Maybe its taking a nap but It is alive and well At the subway They all looked like extras A minute before my breakdown I stopped and looked at a cute girl Oh yeah The things we most fear Are seldom as terrible as we expect them to be I don't like myself And I don't wanna be somebody else I guess I'll just wait For something to happen by chance But don't worry, baby Guitars are gonna come back It is a matter of time They always come back And don't worry, darling Punk-Rock is not dead And yes, most of them are posers But what can you do? But don't worry, baby Guitars are gonna come back Over and over Long after we're gone

Repetition is important Repetition is important Repetition is important Repetition is important Slow machines On the tracks of mystery Slow machines On the tracks of fate Unreliable machines running in circles Unreliable machines on the verge of failure Repetition is important Repetition is important Repetition is important Repetition is essential Here I am Tryin' to make it work Here you are Tryin' to get it done A slow machine A slow machine On the tracks of mystery A slow machine On the tracks of fate Make it done Get it right Make it out of my sight Make it done Get it right Make it out of my sight It's a mess It's a mess It's a messy machine It's a mess It's a mess It's a messy machine