A keresés eredménye

12AM And Its Mascot

All the handles that a clock possesses get over me
Virtues and manias die
Dreams and nightmares live
 
Here the day doubles
Here a page is turned
We wait for the sun
Here the day is born
 
Don't tell me what to do with my hours
As I am the owner of them
They're my property, and they're under my charge
 
I take care of them at night, and throughout the day they get over me
They lick me, they scratch me, they feed on my wounds
 
They take me in their claws, nobody tames them
My dearest hours
They've turned me into their mascot
 

Your Jugular My Home

It could be that the sun burns me
It could be that I lost control
The rhythm of a ferocious city
That always beats me in speed
It also beats my throb
That guides me towards your jugular
 
In this face
There's no place
Like my home
I'm overwhelmed by today's expensive days
And in between my hardships your protection
There's no better place in this face
Than your jugular my home
 
It could be that the moon flirts with me
And every night drowns me in another moral
I walk by neon colored streets
And in my joy, lose my heart
I no longer have a throb
With my fangs today I can find
...your jugular
 
My sweet home
 

Second Theme

We're going to take a trip to the city
Close to the sea, to find
The new year to be born in its rising
We're going to appear to that creature of light
 
Every second sits in presence of a deep pain in sequence
Every minute turns you into a beast
Let my game interfere
And distract that beast
 
Take my hand, look at the other and
with your breath count the fingers I raise
I'll make a fist, I'll throw it down
Then free a sigh in between your lips
 

Behind The Door

There's a boy hidden inside photographs
Who yearns to be a man someday
There's a man behind the door
Who without that boy, nothing's discussed
I am both
 
There's a man behind the door
Who without that boy, he's not longer found
I am both
 
Behind the door there's a lock
With a combination
That my mother has given to me
But I avoid the chance of entering that room
My past is there
A warehouse of a thousand memories
Alive and abandoned
 
That's why I stop
From entering that room
I stop from entering that room
I'm afraid of entering that room
 

Cardiac Mania

You who in the threshold of years
Lost your heart among strangers
You who transits in the festival
And excites your visits
 
You who doesn't cry tears
But rather innocent souls
That cry for courtship
There's blood spilled in tile
 
I've seen your heart, you no longer fool me
You say you lost it and don't miss it
You changed your duty for tricks
Your intentions are of bad nature
 
I've seen your heart, you no longer fool me
A scalpel revealed your entrails
And there, at the bottom of your organism
You hide it with such cynicism
 
You who cured my heart
Then devoured
Me with my darkened eyes
And an empty torso
 
I want you to look for a heartbeat
and synchronize it with life
You don't want my help, I stay away
Leaving the blood spilled in tile