And it’s you Saving me

I could feel the moments
Taking me down
Nothing I can force
To fight

And it’s you
Saving me
Bringing to a point
Of clarity

I was a drifter man
Between the emptiness to souls
Everything was lost
Inside my mind

I could feel the moments
Crawling like a selfish fear
Beating on my heart
Like water on a stone

And it’s you
Saving me
Bringing to a point
Of clarity

Nothing was ever good
Everything was bad
Restless was my game
On the stage of madness life

I could feel the moments
Taking me down
Nothing I can force
To fight

And it’s you
Saving me
Bringing to a point
Of clarity

A story of dirty rain

The colours of sand are changing
Spreading like the minutes of time
The voices are fading into the night
And the sadness is stitching the sky

Shadows of permanent madness
Collecting tears by the well
And the mirrors on the wall
Reflecting tomorrow’s wishes

The clock is ticking my music
A story of dirty rain
On the corner of passion
A blind man is painting the sun

When the voices are screaming
The shadows are torn away
It’s the inside that is bleeding
Can’t hear the sound of the pain

The numbers of the years

I know

The drifting dust
Painting colours on my past
The pain of innocence
Dropping by the stone
It’s my soul that is gone

The numbers of the years
Telling my life
To the future that I’ll never see
For steps of empty body
Burning from the inside

There’ is nothing left to be

I do not measure darkness
By the absence of happiness
But by its voices
That whisper me to be the stone

Without reasons

I don’t need reasons
To look under my bed
To paint the sky black
To run away into forbidden places
No I don’t need reasons
To talk to God
To pinch my luck

To cross the city
Naked as a baby
To drive myself
Out of my mind
To prank Pink (yes, yes the singer)
Our of her mind
Oh no
I don’t need reasons
To fight my wars
To lose my hope
To fuck it all
And then fuck you

I don’t need reasons
To look to the other side
To walk between the bodies
Of those who needed reasons
To live

My mom is dead
My dad left
To the land of misery
On the road I knew an old eagle
He told me
Forget the things you are
You don’t need reasons to live

Here and now
I’m who I’m
Standing on the stage of the world
Without reasons

There’s nothing on TV tonight

Memories of forgotten dreams
when the heart is dead and the
Angels of dust revealed
The mind is left to wander
Stepping on desert sands
Searching for a stolen minute of happiness

Memories of dreams
Locked inside the inner cage
Spots of sun
Fading away
in the rabbit hole

My first death
Was far from misery

My first blood
She was standing on the stage
Kissing a boy
Like a shadow on mine
Striped him naked
From the sense of feelings

On the fire
She danced
and danced
and danced

I can dig the movement of the real
She was one in mind
And nothing in the heart

What are you doing
She asked me
When the blood came by the river
I’m killing the boy
The child within me
I’m killing the boy

There’s nothing on TV tonight
Can we fuck?

House of dolls

In the town I used to be
An old man is holding time
In the house of dolls
Shards of senses flying by

Between the walls
Spots of feelings
And frequencies of rhythm
Thought of sadness
Painting movement on the walls

In the house of dolls
It’s all about the loneliness
Faceless boys and girls
Holding hope between the wind
In the house of dolls

The kites of Afghanistan
Are flying no more
In the house of dolls
Strings are broken
And it seem the morning dawn
Will never rise again

It’s the illusions of waves
We’re losing the reality grip
Washing pain with blood
In the house of dolls
Innocence is war
And the dolls are soldiers
Writing life
In the sky of black rain

In the house of dolls
It’s all about the loneliness
Faceless boys and girls
Holding hope between the wind
In the house of dolls

A giant hand

A stranger will know the answer
Between your eyes the tears are hiding
You love the sounds of dust
Spreading wings above forgotten lust
Kissing wind to take you across the desert land
Falling broken on the bloody sand

A giant hand
Is stopping time from ticking silence
The sounds of streets are rushing by
You’re dancing naked on the question why
It’s the day of love that went in hush
Now it’s you that turns to dust

A crazy land is standing still
Between the movement of the frozen strings
The stranger is moving to end of town
Taking rustles of waves and wind
There’s nothing that can blow the dust
The tears are dead and rust

Between the pages my life is written

Between the pages
Words are breaking
Painting memories
Of dying days

Between the pages
Notes are telling
Music of a dream
A child wish

Between the pages
Colors are fading
Falling down
To a blurry dust

Between the pages
A prayer is telling
The secret of a dream
To be once more

Between the pages
Sounds are moaning
To be heard again
Among the stars

Between the pages
My life is written
Words of nothing
A passing passion

Wounded kids

Red moon is cowling above
And the screams of wounded souls
Fills the air of dawn

Drops of water falls
Through the light of silk
It’s the ending of the night

The ritual is dead
Sky of blood are shutting down
Red by color of wounded kids

The last flower of the summer

Tell me what you see
When the sadness is taking over you
The room is dark and lonely
And you’re nothing but a mirror

Tell me what you feel
When the nothing becomes your world
The birds are flying backwards
And the sky cry in shame

You’re the last flower of the summer
A rose in sands of emptiness
No voice can heal
No touch can fell
You’re the last flower of the summer

Tell me what you hear
When the clouds are turning black
The sounds of pain are clear
And the streets are running blood

Tell me what you know
When the angels look at you
Seeking words of tenderness
And you’re gone

You’re the last flower of the summer
A rose in sands of emptiness
No voice can heal
No touch can feel
And you’re gone