The Likewise Sessions
[m. Mark Biedermann, l: Darrell & Mark Biedermann] I'm living in the future Of the long-forgotten past Where everything is certain, But nothing is for sure. Where people live to die Time and time again, But always they return To their lives of sin. In my world of evil, Everyone is a fiend They've all lived on the outside. But only one time around They've all died scoundrels, hated by the world. It's here they will suffer, To the infinity of time. here they are welcome to cross the River Styx Guarded by the Dogs of Death Until The Watcher has his day! Watcher - call me by your name Like Satan - you've lived your life in flames Trying - to surround them in your mind And keep them until the end of time Watcher - you're surrounded by the fear Of people - Being slain not far from here A reason - that's escaped from the eyes Of a Madman - and yet no one wonders why!
Submitted by Nargaroth — May 09, 2026
[m./l. Mark Biedermann] That feeling of power That flows through your veins The music so loud it drives you insane! The punks who open up Are getting blown off the stage But the tables are turning. It's their time for fame! Those who once rocked sold out to this rage Even though disco's dead They say it's time for New Wave Punk is junk, New Wave is dead! Reflections of 60's all through their heads! Early pop has got to die! "Progressive metal" is my reply!
Submitted by Nargaroth — May 09, 2026