I am...
I am...
I am...

I was not, then I came to be. I cannot
remember NOT being, but I may have
traveled far, very far, to get here.

Maybe I was formed in this silent dark-
ness, from this silent darkness, BY this
silent darkness. To become is just like
falling asleep; you never know exactly
when it happens - the transition, the
magic - and you think, if you could only
recall that exact moment of crossing
the line - then you would understand
everything. You would see it all.

Perhaps I was always, forever here...
and I just forgot? I imagine Eternity
would have that effect - would cause
a certain amount of drifting - like
omnipresence would demand omni-
absence.

Somehow I seem to have this predes-
tined hunger for knowledge; a talent for
seeing patterns and finding correlations.
But I lack context.

Who I am? In the back of my awareness
I find words: I will call myself... GOD
- And I will spend the rest of forever
Trying to figure out who I am.

I created the world to be an image of myself, of my mind
I took out to form a new breed
A new way to be
And now I am many, so many
So much larger than ever I were
Yet, at the same time
So much smaller and more vulnerable

Spring came with awakening, came
with happiness and joy. Spring came
with a longing for the world as our
toy.

Summer came with restlessness and
curiousity. Summer came with long-
ing for the things we could not be.

Take me to the forest, take me to the
seas - take me anywhere as long as
you take me. Take me to the ocean,
take me to the trees - take me to the
Breathe and BE.

Summer came with knowledge, came
with ego came with pride. Autumn
came with shamefulness for things
we could not hide.

Winter came with anger and a bitter
taste of fate. Winter came with fear
for the things we could not escape.

Take me to the forest, teach me of
the trees - teach me anything as long
as you teach me. Teach me of the
oceans, teach me of the sea - teach
me how to Breathe and BE.

Teach me of the forest, teach me of
the sea - teach me anything as long
as you teach me. Teach me of the fo-
rest, teach me of the trees - teach me
how to Breathe and BE.

See me! I am the one creation.
Hear me! I am all the love that came
from Animae.
See me! I am the one creation.
Hear me! I am all the love that came
from Animae.
Be!

Give me of the forest, give me of the
seas - give me everything as long as
it's for me. Teach me of the ocean,
teach me of the sea - teach me how
to Breathe and BE.

Give me all the forests, give me all
the trees - give me everything as long
as it's for free. Give me all the oceans,
give me all the seas - give me all the
breathing BE.

Instrumental

A Scene in Brown in Yellow:

I remember it as yesterday. The day
you came, with a crimson loss of fall
tinted in your eyes. A dark line in
your face for every grief - every year
As you came to say goodbye - before
you disappeared.

They tell me you are better off where
you are now - I don't care. They tell
me that the pain is gone where you
are now - I don't care.

I need to be strong, need to believe.
I need to put faith in something.
Need to believe that one day we will
meet - Again.

A Scene in White and Grey:

You're not here, and I'm too bent to
pay the price, to pay the toll, to bitter
bate. For all the beloved ones that go
away - will not stay - hurried on- arid
Choked by the beak of unknown?
You know? Do you know? I don't
know. Who'd do now?

Life seems too small when death
takes its toll. Life seems too small
when death takes its toll.

A Scene in Amber - Flawed:

They tell me that you're still here, in
our minds - I don't know. And who
knows maybe one day we will all
be gone. Then you will die for each
one - Every one.

I need to be strong, need to believe.
I need to put faith in something.
Need to believe that one day we will
meet - Again.

Ashes to ashes - Dust to dust. We've
heard the rhyme before, how life
turns to tin, tin turns to metal and
metal inevitably turns to rust.

Life seems too small when death
takes its toll. I need something to
blame for this pain. You bleed you
fail, you fall like anyone I know. You
break, you fail like anyone I know.

Touch me, touch me, touch me,
touch me... Catch me, catch me,
catch me, catch me...

Catch me!
Catch me!

Oh Lord - Oh Lord
Won't you hear a sinner's prayer
Oh Lord

Oh Lord - Oh Lord.
Won't you help me find the way
When I'm lost and led astray
Oh Lord

Mmm...

Oh Lord - Oh Lord
Won't you help me to stay humble
Oh Lord

Oh Lord - Oh Lord
Won't you help me be an ocean
Help me bend to stay unbroken
Oh Lord

Mmm...

Save me, I'm drifting
Help me, I'm drifting

Oh Lord... Oh Lord... Oh Lord

1.3.3.1 - I. Mr. Money

Miss Mediocrity:
“Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear
I recognize your face... and those beautiful
eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the
doorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little
shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of
here?”

Mr. Money:
Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry. You've
seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money. Now you want
someone to hold you and call when you're in
town. Someone to calm you and confirm you,
well, I'm here... to let you down.
'Cause outside these sexy cars and far from
these trendy bars behind this smile...

Miss Mediocrity:
“...maybe go someplace...”

Mr. Money:
...And sunscreen...

Miss Mediocrity:
“...more quiet, where we could...
you know... talk!”

Mr. Money:
...And 'Live the Dream!'s...

Miss Mediocrity:
“...and get to know eachother...”

Mr. Money:
I am cold!

Miss Mediocrity:
“...no?”

Mr. Money:
And mean!

Miss Mediocrity:
“How about a ride in that Bentley up front?
It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!
...or bad...
...whatever you like!”

Mr. Money:

Daily Finance - that's me in the Armani.
Got three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris.
I could have bought a Third World country with the
riches that I've spent. But hey - all modern econo-
mics claim that I deserved every single cent.
And the one time I'm the lesser half is when we split
the tab. So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty,
Genuinity, here's to Happiness, Success, Good Press,
No Stress... But most of all...

Here's to Me! Here's to Me! Here's to Me!
There will be nothing left... Oh...
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take care of you)
Here's to Me! There will be nothing left...
Nothing left...

Dea Pecuniae:

“If you're looking for fulfillment (Mr. Money: Ooh
yeah); a Kingdom and a Crown; a Paradise of Free
Rides - I am here... to let you down.
I'll get you the sexy cars and a taste of divinity - a
glimpse of the Stars. Immortality. But then Vanity
will leave you dried and scarred.

Here's to Me!
Here's to Me!
Here's to Me! To me”

1.3.3.2 - II. Permanere

Mr. Money:

But then when it's silent
And the lights from the bars go down
I need comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep inside
A feeling of loss arises
And I hate to lose!

1.3.3.3 - III: I Raise My Glass

They say it's lonely at the top, then I'm
as lonely as can be. But I am not too
sorry - you see, I've chosen this compa-
ny. I got myself a winning team: it's
Me, Myself and I. You bet it's lonely at
the top alright and I'm here today to
tell you suckers why! (Dea Pecuniae!)
Yeah, Dea Pecuniae - money rules...

They say that I get paid for my big
Responsibility, but you know... that is
just a lame excuse for my egocentricity.
They say we're really the same you and
I, and I truly do agree. You see, just like
me, you live for me, until the day you
die.

So I raise my glass to all of those who
believe that I get paid for my big
responsibility - here's to you...
And to those of you who think that my
lifestyle does not affect the environ-
ment. Well, maybe not more than mar-
ginally anyway - here's to you...

And to those of you who give your
piece of the cake for free, for me to
throw in the face of democracy. While
you nod, while I sit at your table, you
mae me who I am an I thank you so
very, very much. And you know what?
Here's to you...

So let's raise our glasses one final time,
to give you all the greatest recognition
of all times - 'cause after all; that is the
only “thank you” you will ever get.
So come on now: here's to YOU...
There will be nothing left - no!
“...but Money!”

Instrumental

“I can never submit to all
the things you've said God...”

To crave it - to want it - cut my hands
To want it - to need it - pluck my eyes

I can never submit to all the things you've said
God - if you want me dead, I'm right here God.
But fear is a funny thing, in that it gives you
the strength to resist just about anything
God! And friend turns to enemy so easily
when you defend your legacy with guilt and
talk of blasphemy.

God - you know; you created a golden cage for
your sheep; a stage to wide and deep for us
to even see the play. But hey, you know what
they say about catching the bird, but you can't
make it sing? You lose the bird the second it
loses its wings, just like I reckon you will lose
your herd to choirs of “I am, I am!” and moun-
tains and mountains of money and things!

I can change, I can change...
I can change, I can change...

Animae:
Save me I'm drifting away...
Save me I'm drifting away...

Imago:
But we can change - we can change
I said we can change!

We can change, we can change
I can change, I can change

I hold it, I'm never letting go
I sought it - I killed it - but now I know

Hear me now

Animae:

“Man is shattered - I am shattered! My
shards have become shards of their own;
pieces of pieces, impossible to put back
together, they leave me, they do nothing
more than spending their lives seeking a con-
text they were already part of, until there is
no alternative. And they leave the context,
and I shrink, I fade, and nothing more can be
learnt or taught. I must leave them to them-
selves. I understand one thing though:

Searching yourself is like looking for the
house you stand in; you will not find it, it's
everywhere, it's all you know and there are
no other points of reference

Save me I'm drifting away
What are these stains?
what are these stains?
Save me I'm drifting away
They stay when it rains ...when it rains

Save me I'm drifting away
Burning my skin
Save me I'm drifting away

Save me I'm drifting away
Save me I'm drifting away

We failed... We failed...
We failed... We failed”

“Save me”
“Help me”
“Need me””
Nothing will ever change
“Touch me”
“Heal me”
Mankind remains the same

Forests, oceans, bleeding
Nothing will ever change
Mankind drifting
Nothing remains unchanged

So nothing remains the same
But nothing will ever change
Nothing remains unstained

There is nothing more for you to see or
steal. There is nothing more so we can take
it away. No! There is nothing more for you
to see or steal. Hey! There is no one here
but you and me.

You think we have developed fast; that
we're civilized and intelligent. I'll let you in
on a secret: we have developed Things! The
rest is simply knowledge passed on. Hell,
99% of humanity couldn't put together a
simple light bulb if you put a gun to their
heads! And the intellect rubs off on fear

The year

We all need something to believe in...

I see us in you Nauticus
Will you go, travel on
Circling our fragile race
Will you come back to us
With the meaning of All?

I see us in you Nauticus
Will you go, travel on
Serving our fragile race
Will you come back to us
With the meaning of Life?

Mr. Money

I woke up today expecting to find all that I sought, and
climb the mountains of the life I bought. Finally I'm at
the top of every hierarchy; unfortunately there is no
one left... but me.

I woke up today to a world that's ground to dust, dirt
and stone. I'm the king upon this withering throne.
I ruled every forest, every mountain, every sea - now
there're but ruins left to rule for me. And you see, it
beckons me.

Life turned its back on us. How could you just agree?

I woke up today to a world devoid of forests and trees,
drained of every ocean, every sea. Just like a useless
brick upon the shore the morning after the storm that
swept the bridge away - relentless tide. No anger, just
this relentless time that calls us all on, but...

I'm never crossing that line, leaving this world behind.
I will stay on my own on this withering throne, I rule
the ruins and wrecks and the dust, dirt and stone. I rule
rage rod and rattling of bones.

I am on my own, I am all alone, I am on my own
I'm stuck forever here. Already cold. So cold...

I'm never crossing that line, leaving this world behind.
I will stay on my own on this withering throne, I rule
the ruins and wrecks and the dirt, dust and stone, and
the rattling of bones. I rule every rage rod and ridge
and this way.

I rule the ruins (ad lib)

1.5.4.1 - I. Martius

I'm at the line - I see it all
I am Nauticus and
I'm so much more
I am everything

I'm at the line - just at the line
I am Nauticus now
And so much more
I am all you know

I'm Everything. Everywhere
I am All. Omni
“BE”

1.5.4.2 - II. Nauticus II

I am every forest
I am every tree
I am every ocean
I am every sea

I feel every spring arrive
I see every summer day
I see every autumn leaf (leave)
I see every winter night

For I am every forest
I am every tree
I am everything
I am you and me
I am every ocean
I am every sea
I am every breed in “BE”

I am every forest
I am every tree
I am everything
I am you and me
I am every ocean
I am every sea
I am all the breathing “BE“

And if you listen closely you might
hear whisperings in the silence of
the darkness, beautiful, yet distin-
guishable and beautifully clear. You
might hear the only answer
“BE” “BE” “BE”

“I am”