WE COME IN PEACE
(music & lyrix by Paul Blom)

Keep your eye
On the sky
No need to hide
From the fading light

Because we come in Peace
We come in Peace

You live your lie
Not asking "why?"
Swallow your cries
Wipe your eyes

Because we come in Peace
- Peace
We come in Peace
To get a piece of you

The way you treat your planet
And population
It's plain to see you've had it
Can't stop the degradation
You kill your children
Crush your fellow man
Destroy your resources
Fast as you can

We come in Peace
We come in Peace
To get a piece of you

I...
Realise -
Die...
Or survive -
(take me with you!)

We come in peace (repeat)
(lead break)
We Come in Peace

You never find what you seek
Never reach your goals
Throw yourself to the meek
So we will take control
If your greatest fear
Is growing old
When your body is weak
We'll take your mind and soul

I...
Realise -
Die...
Or survive -

We come in Peace

SLEEPWALKERS
(music & lyrix by Paul Blom)

Wake Up
Wake Up!

When ideologies clash
Religion > Collision
Casualties - trapped-in-between
As so-called "leaders" lack vision

Wake Up!

Mounting tension
Life's suspension
Have you no shame
Always passing the blame...
(Wake Up)
As you do the buck
One cog stuck -
Grinds the whole machine
Turns pure life obscene

Wake Up!

From the 1st to the 4th world
All of its dimensions
Conflict & hatred continue to unfurl
Too many to mention

Wake Up!

Sleepwalking
With open eyes


TABLOID ANDROID (Off The Record)
(music & lyrix by Paul Blom)

You fabricate
And masturbate
Pontificate
And irritate

You're a tabloid android
A mechanised moron on autodrive
God knows how you avoid
Getting skinned alive

The art of blurring fact with fiction
And written contradiction
Causes crap and friction
(No retraction in the next edition)

Save the fantasy
For your "unfinished novel's" pages
You can't leave us be
But, cram us into cages

Box us in - to suit your needs
Deadline! Pick up the speed
Add sauce, add juice, add lies
How can you look them - in the eyes?

You fabricate
And masturbate
Pontificate
And irritate
You're a tabloid android
A mechanised moron on autodrive
God knows how you avoid
Getting skinned alive

Sell-sell, gotta sell! (repeat)
Dig for dirt, dig for sleaze
You can go to hell
And we won't ask "please"

You're missing the point by a mile
This is not freedom of speech
Just want to make your editor smile
Dumb bastard - stupid bitch

You're pathetic, you're so pathetic
P-A-T-H-E-T-I and C!
You're pathetic, you're so pathetic
Hope-one-day-you're-more-than-a-wannabe!

Misinformation
Trick the nation
Who cares about degradation
As long as it's in fashion
You sensationalize
And you polarize
Contracting flies
To your shit pies

Simply add a tale
And if no-one can prove it wrong then
Press freedom will prevail
And now you've got your own damn song

Why are you so bitter?
Wish you could be a celebrity?
Does it make you feel better
Sacrificing your integrity?

You infiltrate
And congregate
Confabulate
Degenerate
You fabricate
And masturbate
Pontificate
And irritate

You're a tabloid android
A mechanised moron on autodrive
God knows how you avoid
Getting skinned alive

I wish I could leave you off the record
But this just had to be said

? U C
(music & lyrix by Paul Blom)

What you see... Is what you get...
Let it be... No regrets...

What you believe...
May well be set...
But you are free...
To place your bet...

What you see - Is what you get
Let it be - No regrets

When it shines... When it's wet...
No guarentees... Like cigarettes...

What you see is what you get
Let it be - No regrets

And you hear Monday calling
Time is constant
And there's no stalling
And when you feel you're falling
Pain resistant
And you are walled-in

Each moment - remember
Is a precious
Glowing ember
Of opportunity
And chance
From New Year through December

What you see (let it be)
Is what you get (no regrets)
Let it be (what you see)
No regrets (is what you get)

What you believe -
May well be set
But you're free -
To place your bet

What you see -
Is what you get
Let it be -
No regrets

When it shines - When it's wet
No guarentees - Like cigarettes

What you see -
Is what you get
But don't be blind...


CONsume
(music & lyrix by Paul Blom)

Your over-the-counter counterculture -
Is counterfeit
It's just another market
For you to turn to shit

(chorus)
Con-sume!
It all goes around, then it comes around again
Con-sume!
New from the box - straight to the bin
Con-sume!
It all comes around, then it goes around again
Exhume!
That which was - and will be again -
Con-sume!

Why would the advertisers be untrue?
False profits they are not
Don't you know their biggest interest is YOU?
Turnover - take another shot

Drink this, spray that - you're irresistible
Wear this, not that - you're bound to score
Once you're snagged - is it reversible?
And does it matter if you look
and smell just like a whore?

This supplement is bound to perk you up
(But tumours may result down the line)
You need an increase of at least a cup
(Let's hope the silicone won't leak into your spine)

Mass produce -
Regurgitate -
What's the use
Reverse your fate (?)

(chorus)

Take an old hit - update the beat
Rehash-repackage-resell - won't be cheap
It's not theft it's "sampling" - watch the sheep
As they fork over the green & move their feet

Bald is back!
No wait long hair
Be yourself?
Why should you care?

Buy, sell
Sell-by

The gypsy-rockstar-heroin-look is gonna be big this year
Hang on that just passed - what is left, "oh dear!"
Let's push the porn-goth-football-bouncer-kindergarten style
It's bound to get them talking - if only for a while

(chorus)

Fast food-PCs-cell phones-cars
Venues-movies-hairstyles-bars
TV-sex-pop-magazines
No there's no inbetween

It weighs less, but it costs the same
Who do you think stands to blame?
With blindfold on and wallet gaping
Sing along to the consumer raping

Portion packed religion
Salvation at a price
Porn empires worth billions
There's nothing a credit card can't slice

(chorus)

- other vocal extracts

A FUCKIN' LOVE SONG
(music & lyrix by Paul Blom)

...I'm sick of your face
Sick of your clothes
Sick of your expanding waist

I'm sick of your friends
Sick of your voice
Sick of your boy magazine trends

Sick of your insensitivity
Sick of your shit and infidelity

I'm sick of everything you do -
And baby - I'm sick of you!.......................


MIDNIGHT
(music by Paul Blom / lyrix by Sonja Ruppersberg)

.............The sky is bruised, the sun is blood
It's setting in a sea of mud

The vampires arise from death
Caked eyes and last night's blood on their breath
At midnight they will fall from grace
The last two of their morbid race

They want to feed on lust and drugs
And start the night with lines and hugs................


The full lyrix and short extracts from the
TERMINATRYX songs above
are reproduced here
with permission

All songs
© 2003-2006 Copyright
Flamedrop Productions

[ digital pix by paul & sonja ]