“The Lost World”

There’s a place in the center of another world.
With visions of the future and the past.
Passing time reflections of reality.
From hidden shadows seekers are out cast.

It is here beware if you are traveling.
As a sudden icy wind begins to blow.
Through the barrier of time which bonds the universe.
It’s a strange unknown to no one you will know.

Fire burning bright.
Scorching flames, hotter than the night.
Exciter in me delight.
Be the same, the same as I was the night.

I came into this horrid dream.
No vision quest did I seek.
But once upon it you just cannot leave.
Because no mercy here can be guaranteed.

I see the future flowing down the stream.
I cannot catch it even though it seems.
Like I’m beside it sewed into one seam.
Altogether in to reality.

Open, your eyes tonight.
Come and, look what’s inside.
Don’t bend, or change your sight.
Because this, is distinct ably fortified.

I know this cannot be a fantasy.
Because dreams like this, a mind cannot conceive.
But who’s to know or who’s to believe.
Because in this world nothings reality.

Lets find the future and turn it into the past.
Win or lose we cannot be outcast.
First or second or even in the last.
We will endure it no matter what the task.

Will be, to find the key.
To open, to look and see.
Our need, in future seeds.
And learn, what is our destiny.

Solo:

When you Finally.
Find your Opening.
Take it aggressively.
Never take anything for granted.

Then run until your dreams are fulfilled.
Don’t look behind you just go for the kill.
Fast and furious spin like a drill.
Explode intensify this dream is for real.

You hear the footsteps coming up from behind.
You turn your power all the way to grind.
Don’t stop to think or look for a sign.
Just go until you can’t go any,
faster, faster your name is disaster.
Thrasher, thrasher, basha, basha, basher.
Clasher, clasher, smasha, smasha, smasher.
Rip away.

Take no prisoners.
Devour any intruders.
No cowards just sinners.
Entice them with a lour.

Then grab your grip. Don’t let it slip. Never quit.
Don’t change your mind.
Don’t hesitate. Just annihilate. And terminate.
Until the end of time.

No one can stop you and nobody will.
Now is the time to move in for the kill.
Death is the only way to get your meal.
So slice its throat and blood will spill.
Cut and dice and rip off its head.
Stab and slice or the one you like instead.
Rip and tear until you know it’s dead.
And then you will find yourself in bed.

Asleep and dreaming,
of what might be.
In another time or another place.
Where hidden dreams are seldom ever seen.

Music and Lyrics, 1987: Peter J. Beauchemin