Music: Henriksson, Johansson, Sundin
Words: Sundin
Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves
I bury the normal years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcise these searing, peaking tongues
Immune you 
The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman lyrics

Well I heard a lovely rumor,
That Bette Midler had a tumor,
So gleefully I went to tell my friends.
But they 
say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of vision
A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to ret
The World Has Turned And Left Me Here lyrics

The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
Has filled the void 
ieve my stolen language
filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam
On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of
Sweet Dream... Dead Dreamer... lyrics

I see my dawn in funny bloody colors
They melt in innocence within my silver skies
One color's love... but pa
 tune
The red square patterns, dragonrise and
evenclaw
decaying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
the streak of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black tongues
aching to lick me back to life
to inject their thruts within me