THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE
WAITING FOR A DAY
AS LONG AS THE WAY BACK IS FREE
BEGINNING OF SURVIVAL
TIME TO END UP
MY CHOICE
ALONE AGAINST YOURSELF
THE THORN IN MY HEART
WE WILL NEVER FORGET
HER NAME IS...
MURDER IS BUSINESS
YOU ARE THE ONE

Recorded at studio Hacienda in March 1999 except 4/5/9/10 in June 1999
Mixed in July 1999 by Milos Dodo Doležal
All music by Delusion, lyrics by Jan Ruso
Design and layout by Tomas Holy (e-mail: holy.tom@usa.net)

(C) & (P) 1999, CBR, Babory 116, 394 68 Žiovnice, Czech Republic, phone/fax: +420 364 493 460, e-mail: studio.hacienda@zirovnice.cz

DELUSION thanx to: David Holy, Bobik, Jarda Vachal, Tomas Vachal, Krystyna Prunerova, Mira Paty, Jan Popelar, Vasek Kaba, Karel Loula, Vlasta Marek, Hroch, Petr Svarc, David Novy, Jarda Soukup... Capik... Michal Veita... Jairka Kouba - Landmine Spring, Pepik Hornak, Mila Hrdina, Jan Mateja, Kloucek, Filip Gregor, Martina Kurkova, Stanislav Koumar, David Sladek, Pavel Nezval, Kadlec, Petko, Rosta Risko, Kapaci, Tom Chapman, St SK8 Crew, Pribram Crew, St SxE Crew, Horazdovice Crew, Ivan and DUSANDER, KRITICKA SITUACE, RAT RACE, AVENGER, KEVORKIAN, BETTER WAY, NO REASON, STENMARK, STEPSON, UNDERFIRE, CLEAN SLATE, AMULET, ENSIGN, SUFFER, BALACLAVA, Zin CORE, Zin RESKATOR, All bands, that inspired us; All people, who support us and everyone we forgot (we are sorry)

Special thanx to: Zdenek Kurka, Milos Dodo Dolezal, Wolf, Frantik, Tomas Holy, Robert Vlcek

Ruso Jan thanx to: God, Mom and Dad, Drahuna Simo, My brother Petr and Lida, My nice Katka and Mraz Family, Milan "Milhause" Vagner, Vaclav Svarc, Tom and Jarda and Petr Vachal, Lada Andel, Karel Trch, Martin Cesky, Vaclav Kaba (Underfire)

Jirka thanx to: My Mom, Dad, Girlfriend Magda and her parents and brothers, Petr Hacko, Jirka Soukup,Jirka Kouba, Robert Princ, Gummid, Plazmik, Susice Crew, Kacer and all who supported to me

Dacid Kaba (Mr Flower) thanx to: God, My Family, Jarka Maresova, Lenka Vozkova, Vladena and Katka from Pilzen, sestry Kryzovy, Med-V-Deck, Needle, Bobik, Rob Vlcek... I will never forget, St Krishna Crew

Petr Spicka thanx to: Pellwood, Z.Kilian for drums Sonor

The Truth Is Out There

as one big confusion, a deepening chasm
there are no bad and good things only legal and ilegal
there's no reason why i should believe
to believe means telling lies to myself
i hope in trust because it gives me strength
not to hope means being lost
the truth is out there
your law is your lie
your lie is your truth
though i have to stand it
put it to infinite mass of people
i don't wanna be lost in confusion
i don't wanna end on the bottom of the chasm
so i'm looking for truth and waiting for a day
when one big confusion be set up
when the deepening chasm will be everhelmed
when the truth will be found
when it is put into the game

Waiting For a Day

you told me i was right
and then you added
that however much you will scream it
they will pretend to not hear you
they are afraid of the truth
like a devil is afraid of a cross
what can my scream overcome against those
who play a dirty game, full of dirty money
it was nice to hear the truth from thousand of mouths
and this feeling was like the feeling of victory
it was only for a while, like the mouth wouldn't say
the truth
like it would be just a dream full of illusions
it's all over a flame is burning out the hopes
though i will still keep on
the spark of hope in my heart
from generation to generation
there'll be a day when the truth will be heard

As Long As the Way Back Is Free

your created fake world doesn't attract me
what this feeling gives you is nothing
against what it takes
you talked about freedom and now you're
in jail from which only you have the key
and you scratch yourself by that
as long as the way back is free
as long as you stand on your feet
before you kneel
before you lay
we won't leave you
you will leave us
and when you wann come
it might be too late
you know well that it endures
sun endures shining for you
you know that you have only few days left
before your mind comes totally apart
before you fall out of the real world
so send this damn bad life style to hell

Beginning Of Survival

like butterfly and a moth in the same way
day and night can't live together
the earth will turn its back one day even
to the people because we don't respect it
like our mother
like love and hate can't live together
the same way human destruction can't be eternal
animal, tree, man, we all share the same breath
we continue to soil our bad and one day
we will suffocate in our own waste
in our disaster we will scream and damn him
who told us to rule
the end of life the beginning of survival
everything is mutually linked like blood
which links one family
like butterfly and a moth the same way
day and night can't live together
like love and hate can't live together
in our disaster we will scream and damn him
who told us to rule
we turn back at the beginning of the path
and we see how the hungry swallow the earth which
changes to desert
we steal the earth from our children and still
we hope naively that they will fix
what we are destroying
the end of life the beginning of survival

Time To End Up

hunt for money, murders and violence
looking for purpose of gaining the treasure
another time requires another custom
where the other side wins, the side without the edge

this is toda's time
full of fear and despair
brother takes a brother's life
to gain bigger treasure

people living in despair who lost their home
kids left to care of the streets
voices asking for help, for support
that sounds inside the stoned hearts

make the bells ring to crush the stone to dust
so wipe your tears of your faces
and put up the resistance to them
who try to exploit you

My Choice

no drugs, no alcohol, nothing what kills my mind
in my life
the freedom and the purity of my mind
that's my way that's my choice
dumbing my mind is the end of selfcontrol
just because of faked feelings
all of us were given the choice
once you will stand on the crossroad
divided into thousands of ways
keep thinking
it's easy to get lost
and hard to get back

Alone Against Yourself

hey you look how low you fell down
you who had clenched fists
you changed your disguise
you who liked to value people
you have the number zero
look how low you fell down
where's your conviction
you behave like you wouldn't have ever been this way
even though i see you all the time
it will be like you're gone forever
you were so strong in your opinions
now you are doing what you were fighting against
you relented with your fist
now you stand against me
you stand alone against yourself
look how low you fell down
you failed me even and yourself

The Thorn In My Heart

we're listening to your advice
accepting you apologies
for our own profit
for our own power
we agree with the injustice
this theory confirms the reality
this society
the thorn in my heart
a hole in the middle of the way
nobody knows how deep it is
the people living their life
which they've chosen for themselves
they live far from our homes
we won't be disturbed by their cries
we're the source of all the evil
a hole in the middle of the way
roots of a tree which gives poisoned fruit
we were told by the devil how to live
we get a lot of pleasure from hollow compliments
we open our mouths at those
who shower us with phrases
our reason roams somewhere in the distance
this theory confirms the reality

We Will Never Forget

time is our hangman, so before the last things go out
always think of why you are here
don't let your life lose its sense
be proud of what you're doing
be yourself and remember
we will never forget

Her Name Is...

i hear her name every day
where does she come from
in whose name does she kill
how cold, how spiteful
where are her roots planted
always among us? she is in us, she is from us
she was here and she will be
as long as we believe in her
her name is war
from the thirst for possession, deep in the subconscious
someone gave us the right to kill
the way to put through our world
at th expense of shedding the blood of the innocent
no words, no books can describe
the real horror of war
yet still this civilised society believes
in this type of policy
as long as it believes every day
we will hear her name
the ground soaked in blood, millions of dead
hundreds of proud, hell on earth is written in history
we hear her name every day
she comes from us
she kills in our name
how cold, we are, how spiteful
her roots are planted in us
she is in us, she is from us

Murder Is Business

you are walking down the dark street and step by step
approaching sounds are hurting your ears
looking through bars you see cages and animals
waiting to die in them
men in white coats are coming and the floor
is becoming a pool of blood
all the blood, all the pain, all those dead bodies,
just because of human vulgary
tears are dropping down
tear stained eyes
those eyes saw dying animals
just because of human vulgary
murder became business, maybe this is the reason
love os beaten by money
we behave as creators of life
but we are only fibre
if we break the way of life we will break
ourselves, too
i say
respect animals, respect earth, what happens to
this earth
hurts its sons too
this earth is not human's possession
people belong to the earth
to the country to the earth
which was created for life

You Are the One

It will be the end of 20th century
an i hope that racism and fascism
will be just bad memories of the past
so pleas don't talk about progress and mature
until those who call out racist troubles
those who threaten by violence
to achieve nonsense aims
black or white
we all are brothers
and you a son of a bitch
You are the one who's not needed in this world
how can you feel you are something more
than the other one with another colour of skin
i wonder if they have senses and feelings
i wonder if different blood flowes in their veins
you talk about freedom and take it from others
black or white, we all are brothers
we are not amused any longer saying it to you
and watching you how you don't give a shit
about it
this world doesn't need you and all who silently
support you