I Should Have Agreed With The Priest.
No escape! No escape!
The sentence is set.
The entire world is collapsing.
So desperate, so insecure.
What do I do? What do I do?
Could someone help me?
Oh please God save me!
Spikes. Sharp. Rip.
Let me out. Lock me out.
The tight locks around the wrist.
The never ending screams make the night eternal.
Turn around. Turn around. Turn around.
The black and white stripes wave like flags,
of an decaying country who has lost all hope.
121 days and counting.
The stone- sharp wall seems to be running low on space.
At least that’s what I can see.
I feel like me eyes were replaced by ears.
Now I know when that silvery plate will be sliding under the moist wooden door.
Exercise time? No problem.
Tattoos stop hitting me around day 60th.
Scars took longer but eventually become an ice breaker.
Races keep drama high out on the field
but that does not stop the “badass” Whities
making deals with the fucking Spics behind the showers.
Not to mention the supposed peacekeepers,
letting free trade find its way like a first world country.
I let go of money around day 5,
and let cigarettes become my medium of exchange.
I love to think we live at the Vatican, even Luxemburg.
Last night I overheard an interesting conversation
the guards should have been a little more careful.
Now I count the days for the show,
there is no telling Darryl what his future holds.
They chose Friday night to give the surprise
only with no Sunday come back like the lord Jesus Christ.
Now, we are all just hours away.
Getting nervous in this eternal darkness.
I finally hear the familiar sound of rattling keys.
It’s time to hear him scream.
Behold the executioner has come.
Wait! Somethings wrong.
They walk past his cage.
I can hear the footsteps getting closer.
Did I misheard? Who is it to suffer?
Rattling keys getting closer.
Who is to pay tonight?
So close now I see the reflection of those black boots
No! Wait! No! It’s not me, it can’t be.
Let me out! Lock me out!
Someone help me! Oh please God save me!
The door swings open, too late.
It all goes black, no time for praying
Just enough for regretting.
My sins are not to be judge here on earth
Specially not in the electric chair.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Waking up from a long overrated coma
Waking Up From A Long Overrated Coma.
I experience some hard turbulence
while having my third drink when it hits me.
I let myself surrender to the feeling,
very rapidly the memories take over.
The alarm clock is pointless once again.
Why did I torture myself?
I should have treasure the extra fifteen minutes
in which the world stopped the moment you opened your eyes.
I should have known I was one of the lucky ones
the moment you ceased to be an stranger for me.
Our souls and bodies mixed so hastily
I didn’t have time to recover myself from the awakening.
The mundane morning meal magically metaphors
into an unforgivable experience.
An extra dose of caffeine was present
with no double servings of coffee.
You were that melody that followed me around all day
into my deepest dreams, reveling my most precious secrets.
You were, of course, the brightest color I could see,
no matter what season I was on.
The music room never felt alive after you.
Now I’m down on hands and knees,
I’m suffocating.
I’m choking for air.
I’m trapped inside my self-form cycle of desperation.
In which you run around my mind
causing undesired feelings over and over again.
This cycle that deprives me from sleeping at nights
and at the same times prevents me from getting up in the mornings.
Like the lights are eternally flashing
and my blankets have been sawed to my mattress.
I’m back on one of the biggest snowstorms
trapped inside my 2X2 bedroom,
trapped in a place where time never stops,
hearing nothing for the first time in my life.
After 240 days of extreme fatigue and the flight of self awareness,
I am raising my glass up high and I’m using this scrap of paper.
I’m putting an end to this chapter of my life,
probably the most exciting one.
I experience some hard turbulence
while having my third drink when it hits me.
I let myself surrender to the feeling,
very rapidly the memories take over.
The alarm clock is pointless once again.
Why did I torture myself?
I should have treasure the extra fifteen minutes
in which the world stopped the moment you opened your eyes.
I should have known I was one of the lucky ones
the moment you ceased to be an stranger for me.
Our souls and bodies mixed so hastily
I didn’t have time to recover myself from the awakening.
The mundane morning meal magically metaphors
into an unforgivable experience.
An extra dose of caffeine was present
with no double servings of coffee.
You were that melody that followed me around all day
into my deepest dreams, reveling my most precious secrets.
You were, of course, the brightest color I could see,
no matter what season I was on.
The music room never felt alive after you.
Now I’m down on hands and knees,
I’m suffocating.
I’m choking for air.
I’m trapped inside my self-form cycle of desperation.
In which you run around my mind
causing undesired feelings over and over again.
This cycle that deprives me from sleeping at nights
and at the same times prevents me from getting up in the mornings.
Like the lights are eternally flashing
and my blankets have been sawed to my mattress.
I’m back on one of the biggest snowstorms
trapped inside my 2X2 bedroom,
trapped in a place where time never stops,
hearing nothing for the first time in my life.
After 240 days of extreme fatigue and the flight of self awareness,
I am raising my glass up high and I’m using this scrap of paper.
I’m putting an end to this chapter of my life,
probably the most exciting one.
" I swear to... no wait, never mind"
There’s Only One Good Reason to Die
Out of the corner of my eye I heard Your voice
For a split second my ears caught Your reflection
on a book written by countless different authors.
On the wind I felt Your smell, such a soft whisper.
I can barely listen to Your presence over the fire.
Such a vague image you form for my hands,
like watching a melody float around my atmosphere.
But yet Your presence is so absent.
You stand further than my eyesight.
Did You choose to handicap my ears?
My arms grew tired of being wide open
I see light flow trough high windows
hitting the painted ceilings of Your houses
every single time I enter them.
I hear Your demands transferred
by head to toe, dressed in white
servants claiming to be Your slaves.
I taste Your body in round-shaped
slices of bread soaked in red wine.
But all of this meaningless actions
seem to human to help me belief.
Why do You never visit?
Why don’t you send me a sign?
Has it been in front of me all of this time?
A never ending mystery,
impossible to solve with the 5 abilities You have given us.
As I stopped searching for meaning inside my head
I realize there is only one way to find an answer for my questions.
Out of the corner of my eye I heard Your voice
For a split second my ears caught Your reflection
on a book written by countless different authors.
On the wind I felt Your smell, such a soft whisper.
I can barely listen to Your presence over the fire.
Such a vague image you form for my hands,
like watching a melody float around my atmosphere.
But yet Your presence is so absent.
You stand further than my eyesight.
Did You choose to handicap my ears?
My arms grew tired of being wide open
I see light flow trough high windows
hitting the painted ceilings of Your houses
every single time I enter them.
I hear Your demands transferred
by head to toe, dressed in white
servants claiming to be Your slaves.
I taste Your body in round-shaped
slices of bread soaked in red wine.
But all of this meaningless actions
seem to human to help me belief.
Why do You never visit?
Why don’t you send me a sign?
Has it been in front of me all of this time?
A never ending mystery,
impossible to solve with the 5 abilities You have given us.
As I stopped searching for meaning inside my head
I realize there is only one way to find an answer for my questions.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Skullflower
oh how, how is this worth waiting
it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you...
oh how...
let her to take as
they already know
tell me if you're straying off
same as you were, they're calling you out
is this the sign of the end
are we losing air
is this the sign of distress
are you losing air
oh how, how is this worth waiting
it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you...
oh how...
let her to take as
they already know
tell me if you're straying off
same as you were, they're calling you out
is this the sign of the end
are we losing air
is this the sign of distress
are you losing air
something's been raped
once it's
it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you...
oh how...
let her to take as
they already know
tell me if you're straying off
same as you were, they're calling you out
is this the sign of the end
are we losing air
is this the sign of distress
are you losing air
oh how, how is this worth waiting
it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you...
oh how...
let her to take as
they already know
tell me if you're straying off
same as you were, they're calling you out
is this the sign of the end
are we losing air
is this the sign of distress
are you losing air
something's been raped
once it's
A small spark vs a great forest
What did you say? Don't speak.
You nailed down all your words on me
and it felt like a blind guide.
Leading me into quicksand.
So fight fair, fight fair.
But all you hear is noise.
Fight fair. Fight fair!
I've earthed this seed so many times.
Deeply held in this skin of bark.
Branches made of ash and forests born aflame.
Restless and full of poison, shattered by a sea of dialog.
Rapid speech like dogs with teeth.
Words like a beggar, that don't speak.
Crouched and bent out of shape.
Rip this tongue out by the root.
Shake the walls off this pale grave.
A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills.
An open grave from which a great forest will rise, the fires collapses.
The corpses I've made.
This should not be. Oh, how we curse.
The tongue is a flame.
Let there be grace.
Fight fair!
You nailed down all your words on me
and it felt like a blind guide.
Leading me into quicksand.
So fight fair, fight fair.
But all you hear is noise.
Fight fair. Fight fair!
I've earthed this seed so many times.
Deeply held in this skin of bark.
Branches made of ash and forests born aflame.
Restless and full of poison, shattered by a sea of dialog.
Rapid speech like dogs with teeth.
Words like a beggar, that don't speak.
Crouched and bent out of shape.
Rip this tongue out by the root.
Shake the walls off this pale grave.
A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills.
An open grave from which a great forest will rise, the fires collapses.
The corpses I've made.
This should not be. Oh, how we curse.
The tongue is a flame.
Let there be grace.
Fight fair!
the bends
where do we go from here
the words are comming out all weird
where are you now when i need you
alone on an airplane
falling asleep beside my window pain
my blood will thicken
i need to wash myself again
to hide all the dirt and pain
cause i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
and who are my real friends
have they all got the bends
am i really sinking, this slow
my baby's got the bends, oh no
we don't have any real friends, no no no
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend
wating for something to happen
and i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wish
that something would happen
where do we go from here
the planet is all gummed up in a sea of fear
and where are you
they broaden the CIA
the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
to blow me away
to blow me sky high
my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend
wating for something to happen
and i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wish
that something would
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
where do we go from here
the words are coming out all weird
where are you now, when i need you
the words are comming out all weird
where are you now when i need you
alone on an airplane
falling asleep beside my window pain
my blood will thicken
i need to wash myself again
to hide all the dirt and pain
cause i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
and who are my real friends
have they all got the bends
am i really sinking, this slow
my baby's got the bends, oh no
we don't have any real friends, no no no
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend
wating for something to happen
and i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wish
that something would happen
where do we go from here
the planet is all gummed up in a sea of fear
and where are you
they broaden the CIA
the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
to blow me away
to blow me sky high
my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend
wating for something to happen
and i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wish
that something would
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
where do we go from here
the words are coming out all weird
where are you now, when i need you
Act III: Modulate Back To The Tonic
(I?ve been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn?t there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
There?s a million ways out of the city
I don?t know one
His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths
Suitable for humans, snatching from them.
Then the birds would follow and snatch it back
And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles
Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill
?Save him, save him?, they cried
Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below
We?re hanging from our ankles
We?re hanging from this spot
We're hanging from our ankles
... from this spot
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
(I?ve been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn?t there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children
All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way
Before leaving them for the night.
In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread,
Black shadows began to dawn on them.
The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now
And above all, we?d lost the certainty that you would live
When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness.
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
We?re hanging from this spot
(i am through with it all)
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
We?re hanging from this spot
(i am through with it all)
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn?t there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
There?s a million ways out of the city
I don?t know one
His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths
Suitable for humans, snatching from them.
Then the birds would follow and snatch it back
And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles
Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill
?Save him, save him?, they cried
Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below
We?re hanging from our ankles
We?re hanging from this spot
We're hanging from our ankles
... from this spot
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
(I?ve been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn?t there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children
All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way
Before leaving them for the night.
In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread,
Black shadows began to dawn on them.
The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now
And above all, we?d lost the certainty that you would live
When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness.
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
We?re hanging from this spot
(i am through with it all)
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
We?re hanging from this spot
(i am through with it all)
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
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