Lighter Tomorrows Factory
Unconscious Mental Self-Abuse
Suicidal Grindus
Dressed To The Blood Of My Victim
Cricket Like A Christmas Cake
Squares And Circles

CONTRASTIC are:
Třísy - drums, chicken, screams in 5
Peli - guitar, screams and bass in 1, 3, 5
Lindross - lead guitar, little and big John Tardy's roars
Putti - roars, screams and whistle
Special guest U.B.I.N.A. (F.S.F.I.) - bass in 2, 4, 6

Recorded 7.-9.11.1996 by Z.Šikýř, Marcel and CONTRASTIC
Mixed 10.11.1996 by Z.Šikýř and CONTRASTIC
Produced by CONTRASTIC and Z.Šikýř
Recorded and mixed at Hostivař studio
Front side art by Milan Macura
Cover by CONTRASTIC
Logo by Peli
Photos by Petr Knický and Tomáš Prášek

All music and lyrics written by CONTRASTIC

Band contact: Petr Puta, Maxima Gorkého 582/1253, 43401 Most, Czech Republic

Lighter Tomorrows Factory

Kill, kill and again kill
Murders – their only work
Kill, kill and again kill
Murders under bloody flag

Open your tired eyes and look at lonely walls
Inscriptions by thousands despairs

Kill, kill and again kill
Wait on humiliate by suffering
Kill, kill and again kill
Wait – your turn´s coming just now!

Enslaved bodies without muscles
Endless rows of poor mass graves
Lighter tomorrows factory!
Eternal shadows of deep mines
Cold existence of barbed wire
Lighter tomorrows factory!

Spilled blood on terror stones
From everywhere smells pernicious fear
Burnt skin in real hell
There is no place without screaming tears

In the beginning was lies
And now it is the worst crime
Fear, hatred, lighter tomorrows
The dark future of our lifes

They talk about the future – don´t believe them!!!

Unconscious Mental Self-abuse

Fear of cancer, of infarct, of paralysis, of illness, of pain.
I try to think on better things, but my fictious diseases have decided to torture my thoughts and visualize the worst.

I´m going insane from this pain!
I´m going insane from this pain I feel!

I afraid of death – maybe I have cancer
I afraid of death – maybe I´m dying
The pain is burning my entrails
I´m imagining the work of my organs – dirty from my life before
I´m suffering from this disgusting vision!

Why desperation?
Why suffocation?
Why demonstration of too much maladies!?!
Why desperation?
Why suffocation_
Why demonstration…?

Fear!

I can´t trust with my fear!

I won´t go to doc ´cause I don´t want to truth about my condition
I afraid to know ´cause I don´t want to know the truth!

Dressed To The Blood Of My Victim

Perverted thrill, picture of perverse ferocity
Picture of insane mind is lying before me
I have reconciled with reality that I am the beast in human body
I give suffer for my delight

When I have severed your skin
When I have disfigured your face
When I sprinkled your vagina by the acid-forming
When I have barehanded torn you
And when I have killed you – I´ve never been so happy!

I have often thought on it during the dreamless nights
Confused, impotent bastard who´s longing for blood
Disunited like a cell coated by membrane of my own identity

Contemption by women gives me reason for me killing
Contemption by women gives me reason for murdering

Dressed to the blood of my victim
Fate appoints to you suffering!

Squares And Circles

Public meaning – fucking fear
Absurdities!
Philosophic opinions
Absurdities!
Ancient inviolable dogmas
Absurdities!

Scratched surface of mental instincts in the chasm of dead emotions
Overthrew by knowledge desires
Hidden frontiers between two laws split in to the great dimension
Where´s the key to my desires

The strongest balance!
Squares make circles and circles make squares!

Public meaning…

Light plunge to the beginning of substance changing
It´s the only way to my satisfaction
Universal form of the eternal existence

Scratched…

Hidden…

The strongest balance…!