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Lucid Interval
Album - 20 august 2002 - Debaser id 66982

By Cephalic Carnage

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Friend of Mine (00:08)
Cephalic Carnage • Lucid Interval
Two in one
Both harbor opinion
One talks faster
The other talks louder.
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07
Rebellion (03:55)
Cephalic Carnage • Lucid Interval
Up in the sky, beyond the stars
Lies the answer to who we are?

When time was born, the gods lived in peace
Lucifer was beloved by them all
And taught him the creationary pattern
Physics of birth, Merkaba!

Our infernal living force, but instead
He procreated a new race, somewhat out in space
In incubators they were born, bred to fight the great war
In the heavens, his goal was to conquer, battle broke out
Many angels and grey died, others led the sky

The gods grew angry and cast Satan to hell
The captured greys were sent to Mars.

Raping angels, destroying hope asteroids used to fight the way
Awaiting the night when Satan will rise, growing smarter all the time
Left brained demigods creating beasts that fly
Unholy vengeance in the sky
Lasers attack the pearly gates.

Invasion.

St. Michael prevailed this war
Defending his precious sky
And his faithful servants, all the angels who have died
The galactic federation are despised
After years of plotting, the second attack was not successful either
Still they wait to avenge

Galaxies and constellations are at war
The quest to kill the god for ever more

Monuments on Mars record the tale of a universe that thrived with life
Now their planet is devoured, they need to survive
Blasting through the sky, evolve throughout the century.
The galactic federation loathes these deities
Living here on earth they breed
Awaiting the Lucifer rebellion 3, will they succeed?
None of this is true, but it's how things are.
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Lucid Interval (04:10)
Cephalic Carnage • Lucid Interval
You are paranoid, with delusions of grandeur
Somehow things ain't right, there's an imbalance in your mind
Chain reflex is slow, anxiety neuroses set in.

Breaking out in sweat, was it something that I said?
Is your asthma flaring up? Why are you so pale?
Hands are livid from punching holes in the wall.
(Thinking someone is in your brain.)

You never take your medicine, that's you're always sick!
Looking so afraid, should I call your mom,
I'm talking to myself, answer me, stop shaking.

Waiting from the ambulance, to get your some help
The deranged look you have, you will cut yourself
Don't grab that knife!

Why are you amputating me?
I am your second personality!
Suicide is not the alternative!

If your trephinate I will not die, we can live together,
Conjoined at the cephalic. I command you to obey.

Don't try to kill me, I have my own life,
To separate, will be our demise!
Smoke some weed and relax!
You're going thru a great deal of stress.

Fetid breath reeks, go brush your teeth,
You should get clean, your hair is full of grease!

This is a song about a man, with an unnatural appendage at the skull.
When they have no weed they go insane, now they are stoned and get along.
A lucid interval will straighten this place out
Fighting you tore down the walls.
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Redundant (02:44)
Cephalic Carnage • Lucid Interval
Today I'll start a zine, my views will change the scene
Everything that I write, will surely change their minds.
First I will make them laugh, and make them want to read
My reviews are excellent, interviews are in-depth!

Pictures are glossy, and a list of shows.
Now I have to sell some ads, so I can make some cash.
Production run is now complete, first issue is out.
Now I will spread the word, to gain praise of the hard work I have done.

Copies are moving fast, issue one is sold out!
Promos are piling in, labels want to advertise
Go to shows to promote.

Everyday life is getting better, with a shot of beer.
Hanging out with the bands I love to hear.
On the phone with label reps, boy this life is the best!

Working harder, more hours everyday
Magazine is improving in every way.
Punctuation is now complete, vocabulary expanded,
They love the new me.

A few years go by, and still I write.
This magazine consumes my life.
Always looking for the next big thing.
The scene kind of suck. Life is all the same,
But still I try to satisfy the readers who subscribe!
Every hour dissipates from me.
My computer keeps freezing up!

Deadlines suck, contributors take forever,
Another metal fest, there's never anywhere to sit!

Dealing with accountants about bounced checks.
Or being bribed for a good review
If I speak my mind you won't like what I've got to say.
Same old job, same old house.
My life is redundant.
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