Our greatest escape is into the inside. And only when we’re facing the inner silence we understand that our escape was nothing but a discovery of the hidden truth (…) We’re a feeling that lost its way between the waves of social thoughts.
Scream in the face of a silence world
The greatness of ideas comes from the inside and it’s the knowing of the future that make it change. A long war is a drop in the insanity of humankind, friendships is the sea between people.
Everybody is free
And it’s ironic
That we lock ourselves
In a cage
Of thoughts
Life is a simple thing
To run naked
Between the feelings
It’s a dream
To be awaken
Beside the one
We love
Never be long
To embrace
The sounds of the heart
The warm tears of the sun
The rhythm of the rain
The smile of the moon
The one you love
They say, that when you fall in love, life just freezes and reality become the dream you had last night. It’s a private, magical place to be in when you fall in love. The universe, like reading your mind, whispers the moon to be blue and pints the stars in her image. The land covers with purple fog and all the small things, suddenly seems big. When you fall in love it’s a shobby dubby lubby du. And now after I met you :-) I know that everything they say, it’s true.
In the madness of the permanent, I’m changing my face. No sad, no more but like fire. A boy burning with lust. Cuz of you I’ve became everything. And everything you’re to me.
“We’re free yet we’re bound. In the invisible universe we’re the masters of the nothing. The knowledge of the unknown is hidden. Though our eyes are open we’re blind to the sounds behind the curtain of our heart.
(if) We experience our freedom by justifying logic, indeed it’s nothing but ignorance thought that we can experience the freedom of others. It’s our eyes that create our image in the eyes of others. The only way to win true freedom is to spin around our emotions. They are in control!”
It’s said: The possibilities are infinite, so as changes.
Watch me come through the back door of life
Standing on the edge of your white silk bed
I’m not a racist man
I just hate faceless people
And even though I tried to help them to forget the times before the war
They keep on crying for salvation in the name of a golden beauty
The beauty that will never come
Breakfast, lunch, dinner and all kind of strange ceremonies
The stock market is down 10 points and I think it would be better to go down on you
Oh yea you’re my woman and I’m your man so say I do
Don’t you know I want only you?
Life, Oh life. What is life?
Time and space. A constant game of balance between good and bad
I want to know the taste of flesh when a holly man holds me in his arms
Get him real close and shout: “in the name of God”
Run baby run, theres is nothing here to keep you
And now, ladies and gentlemen:
The show for this evening is not new. You have seen this broadcast over and over. Kids that kill kids. Entertainment for the masses. CNN, NBC, SKY, AP. ETC. Fuck you all.
Oh my darling, take me in your arms and play another song.
How the fuck I keep falling with human remains through this divine network of love?
Seasons are changing, and I’m calling for the worms to set me free. I used to fuck with Venus, and now I can’t remember if it was good or just was. I tell you now, fallow me if you want, to discover the end of the fall. And be like me. Be like me.
I was born out of a lizard to become a king, and a king I was. For the seven seas of insanity I conquered this land, and ripped it open, to let worms taste my mental sword.
Oh Gloria, where are you been?
Listen to my words of blood and my words shall carry eternal death over your white body. My rotten cock will open doors of music inside your temple and desecrate the virginity of your wet temptations.
Call me God, that’s my name and I shall petty you and whisper the flam of heaven over the blade.
Human trash mixed with the stickiness of desire to love. Who are you?
Me? I’m the last king of hell, I’m the forgotten glory days of a time.
Worms are crawling, feasting over my kingdom.
Who are you?
I’m the last one to stand free between the words.
Hear me now; listen to this voice it’s mine. Standing on the stone. Philosopher, a traveler with no time. Standing on that I have become. Carried by the wind to your temple of divine. And this long ago you’re my man and I’m a woman in the gate of faith. And now time is yet to come and path I took, it’s now can be told: You are my soul in this life I chose.
How can one look into the future without the presence of the spirit that it’s his destiny to walk with her. And the stone will whisper the long night “no other or a wind can carry one from what is meant to be. And the night when moon kiss the sun will be their dream to be. And for a moment without time the heart will rise once again.