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Blood&Tears
03:00
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Both born and raised
By the same blood.
We were drying the tears
Of the same face.
I’d defend you against all odd.
But every fight, leaves its trace.
It takes too long
To erase your fears.
How does this keep me alive?
While you are ruining creator at once.
Can you feel my pain?
There is no gain,
If I remain alone
To carry the heavy stone
In form of flesh and bone.
To mock gender and ethics,
To hide feelings, burst coeval,
To remain static and pathetic,
To judge hard and act evil.
Blood keeps us together,
And tears tear us apart.
Let’s go for a new start,
Like we do since ever.
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Leaving on Ante Meridiem // Longing for the Lonely Mountain
All I know is that you are gone
Now
All I wanted was to be with you
How
If circumstances tear us apart
Why do we not want a new start?
I was tired to say it all over again
Why do I need to justify for what I am?
Instead of having time for each other,
You thought about me being untrue.
In the end not made for one another,
I will never be able to see all through.
And in a moment of freedom
I feel encaged,
In my emptiness of isolation,
I feel embraced.
My heart the darkest place in soma,
Love will survive, even in coma.
Where is A Perfect Circle’s Nurse?
To prevent the Aneurysm’s burst.
Cobain did not make it,
Disillusioned by fakes,
His head shot into flakes,
My last pill, not yet, have I taken it.
And as I was leaving on 1 a.m.
Or was it noon?
With a panel of
“Bring your own spoon!”
Blurry memories of
Snowy peaks and
Glittery puke in the sun
Crash into my mind
While water touches my feet now
And grimaces laugh at me, how?
Shells scream “Feel the sand!”,
Flames whisper “Take my hand!”
But still am I longing for the Lonely Mountain,
Where desires embrace Baby Blue
With Mother Healing Air.
Further down and once low,
The Creek it was,
The River now it is
That cuts my breath,
Oh Brother Death!
You are running wild.
Take with you the innocent child
With tears of disguise
To the Lonely Mountain’s paradise.
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Saint Innocence
02:23
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Saint Innocence
Lost in spheres no one could ever reach.
Empty me, a black hole: frozen.
Fuck off, you filthy leech.
Of all the souls, mine’s been chosen.
Pear ‘n lemon in my juice,
Sweet ‘n sour is not the truth.
The battle of wolves and sheep
Is coming to an end.
Vendetta prevails: cutting deep.
Nothing remains of you, my friend.
And now that the curtains are falling,
The sun might rise with the morning calling.
In the eyes of Saint Innocence,
The martyr did not regret.
Known for his magnificence,
While flames burnt him dead.
This is my story of the Unbowed,
The one who keeps shouting out:
The battle of wolves and sheep
Has come to an end.
The eagles of my sleep
Shall not be banned.
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4. |
Terrace of Happy Doom
03:39
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Quarantine, Quarantine, Sitting in my room, Nothing is fine. Absurdity of boredom Is all mine.
Inspiration comes with suffering, As inhaling is toxic,
You must listen to the radio statics. A mask, no protection at all, Only hiding the real sickness in you.
Your own two eyes offer A last rocky road,
A roman ruin Between persona And outer space.
Might the head of a bust
Still linger on a weak pod,
The civilized vulture does not care, Does not need to see a field, Where cadavers think and dead dreams Battle for the first price in futility.
Admiring darkness is tempting, But ephemeral business.
I want to get kissed by the light, To taste a sweet note
In the recipe of Good and Bad.
So have a sit with me at the Terrace of Happy Doom, From where a church tower’s poking the sun And my ice cubes are melting in blue and yellow, While a friend’s curls shake
To the sound of corny electro vibes.
Jackie Coke: revenging robbery
Of Voice and Health.
In the end it doesn’t matter at all, As long as I enjoy self-destruction.
Screaming might be freedom, Sweating is healing, Swinging an act of revolt,
But summer still ain’t enough.
The Big Lady in the beloved city, Elder Sister of all church towers,
Is laughing at me once in a while: “Who are you to do the same error again?”
She says:
“Four times is too much, Four times not sober.” But I judge:
“Three times’ a good touch.” And once I was over.
Like a riff - the mirror Of a forfeited time, Progress as an error. Anxiety in isolation Soaked in slime.
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5. |
Like You
06:56
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6. |
Sexy like Sharhon Stone
03:34
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