--One Goal--
How to live, how to be, how not to hurt?
How to learn, how to teach, how to shed your burden?
How to achieve, how to reach, A Measure Of Immortality for the mortals?
A blink of an eye, mere passing of a transient
How to echo in eternity, in the vastness of universe, and why?
Pain of existence, agony of being gives you one goal,
You think will set you free, One Goal worth pursuit

--Masters Words--
One may think the cohesion of the soul
Is the key to hold on, not to let go
But what good is fear of losing what you´re not?
"Luminous we are", said the master once
We cannot lose ourselves for what we are
Universe within, universe without

--Bloodlines--
Lives have been lost, but the line has not been broken
Fragile as it may be, one can come back
A Measure Of Immortality for the mortals
The One Goal keeps throbbing in your head
Many have fallen to preserve but one
It has led to belief that there is but one sun
Around which everything has to revolve
And nothing matters outside these lines
The self...

--Wondering the Skies--
...Is there no justice for the self?
Always worshipping all around one
Yet there is no light from this star
Bright and swift, or dark and everlasting
Disposable black hole just make up your mind
But perhaps galaxies live longer than...
No time to wonder the skies anymore
...Not caring for what was, nor what is

--Evil, Disgusting and Vile--
Not a single unpleasant voice
I´d like to wait but boys will be boys
The ritual that has been there for a while
Has turned Evil, Disgusting and Vile
You´re almost there, no time to lose
If the laughter don´t kill you, surely the blues
Extracting the essence, drawing the line
Muffle your conscience, it´s gonna be fine
Even if all of this is meaningless... all meaningless

--Signals--
Up from the Swamplands rises, made of granite
Eternal it stands
Defying the ravages of time
Moving a signal through centuries of unknown future
How will one know what to say?
Is there a way?
A piece or a poem so delicate and fragile
Lasts only the length of the words it contains
What meaning it does bear to this one and that?
Who will control what you think that I say?
Who will interpret my words the right way?
What if some hitler decides to use my work some day?
But a mark I must leave, a proof of having been here
So that a thought of me would survive
How, and what for?

--The Info-War--
To the patriots at home I write these words
From the smoking ruins of an enemies might
I take no pleasure in killing human beings
But the world is wrong, I must make it right
People before me have fought and conquered
The evil fiends of foreign lands
Earning their name in the annals of war

But you must never know about the reasons
Why the evil foe resorts to terror to protect their homes
Lest you would realize, you do the same exact thing
Victory justifies all that precedes
And forgotten is all, that is not written down
Regular burning of books will ensure
The right kind of info survives
The same kind of info for all

--The Only Part--
Me, myself and I
The only thing that really matters, a lie
Destined to search, forced to discard time after time
If only there was a way to...
Live forever, Die forever
Into the unknown we dive
Tell a story, happy and gory
Make sure they remember you fine
as you amuse the whole hive

A part of you will spring from the ground, where you have stepped
Cosmic rays however will make sure it´s not you, but someone else instead
And there it is I´m not about to die, only a part of me
For I am we all, there can truly be only one
That is called...
Life.