A keresés eredménye

Extract

You build from the outside, we are built from within
You build yourselves like stones
and fall apart from the outside and from within
 
We are built like trees
and it grows bridges between us
that isn't of dead matter and dead compulsion
 
From us the living comes out
In you the lifeless goes in'
 

Welcome To The City Of Idiots

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The wild life in this grey town
Among all these happy dorks
Isolation has become an addiction
To avoid those who bothers me
 
Smiles, sparkling eyes
Friendly salutations makes me want to puke
The attention that they are after
Has no meaning to me
 
Turn the other cheek?
Love my neighbor?
Help my fellow humans?
 
Is it hard to see the despise and
The loathing for you in my eyes?
Enjoy your crappy lives, but do not
For a second believe that you're special
 
If only you knew what hides
Behind my cranium
What my feelings towards things are
And what I'm capable of
 

Resignation

Versions: #2
Insomnia, headaches, nauesa, diarrhea, influenza, nervousness, depression, pain, sweating, dizziness.
 
I want to end myself
My body hurts, shivers, and stinks
Scarred by years of dark worship
My lungs draws soot and disease
 
My soul is sunken and void
Ruined by an eternity of abuse
My inner temple has now fallen
I am nothing, subdued.
 

Bitter-sweet cacophony

Yes, that felt little empty in the beginning
but those are not the dreams I missed
It is an abillity to wake up,
to suddenly appear in another place
But here it seems everybody sleeps so damn long
And how the hell should you be able to get something done
if you wander around all the time?
You mean love? (It is a social contruction)
My heart, it is dead, icy cold stone
Yeah, cold and hard
 

Completely suppressed

Sure, there is some optimism in my skull
but it doesn't need to be mentioned,
sinked in thousand tonnes of pessimistic reflections
 
Reality has woken me up from my
hibernation and i see everything black
Black like rats which got trapped
I feel disgust to almost everything and everyone
 
A strong personal problems overdose
I am also declining because of my surrounding
Idiots, cunts, liars, betrayers, parasites
Yeah, many of us whom I more than hate
 
We all have two faces, deny if you can
I am not better myself, but now I'm getting furious
from all the anger I collected during my life
Can't handle to reflect anymore, it's time to act
 

The smell of emptiness

A gray day in August
Wind blows along the trees
It's raining outside my window
 
The smell of emptiness
The feeling of loneliness
 
Fog of anxiety leads me to the emptiness' dimension
The hope there is just a weak feeling
Never more than a hopeless illusion
 
Indepandantly from existence of it's reasons
ahses fall from the sky, cold and gray
 

Whores' whore

You live without spine,
read aloud, page after page ,
steal others' music you create
What's more you're scenewhore without your own opinion
 
You annoy me until my nose starts bleeding
See red drops on frosen ground
Where I go, dead bodies fall
 
Death dances behind my back when I wander around
But I pretend I don't notice
Tried to give up the habit
But later heard something in the underground
Words which make the Earth tremble
and me revenge
 

Wisdomwords

'Today in bloom, tomorrow with worms'
'Today there's a man, tomorrow he's gone'
'Today good party, tomorrow on autopsy table'
'Yesterday my face was shining, today it's wrinkled, tomorrow it'll be dead'
'Ill man, eternal man'
 
'Young can die, old must'
'The death awaits everywhere,
it comes after at party and on ball'
'Death makes tall and short ones equal'
'We are in the death in the middle of the life'
'When man is alive he's not good enough,
when man is dead he is praised'
 
'There's good in bitterness,
and there's poison in the sweetest'
'Doctors' mistakes cover the earth'
'Many's unhappiness - everybody's comfort'
'They feel better from knowing everybody suffers'
 

Witch doctor

Now you will hear something I want to tell about
I saw a skylark recently and that was the spring that's comming
 
Fishpudding, fishpudding, fishpudding, give me some fishpudding
 
'My name is Lisa, I am a girl. By the way, you can understand that from the name. I am 7 years and I'll be 8 soon'
 

Original

...Seriously, this type was the best.
Oh, just now. Life... Lifelover, yeah.
Where the hell is my song?
See, they disappear more and more.
No, ok.
Ahh.
Where shall i go now?
 

Bitter Reflection

I’m watching as you’re all drying up
In a soulless imaginationlessness
A practiced way to slowly die
Mediocre repetition
 
But, my journey away from here isn’t happy
My negation will be your medal
I leave a cloud of
Disappointment, doubt, and wonder behind me
While you try to find your meaning,
In a world where no new ground can be broken
 

A Song About You

I’m holding a gun against your head
Embarrassing and pathetic you’re whining after your mom
I’m not your mom?
Your mom isn’t here, I took her away from you
You should’ve seen her despairing eyes
You couldn’t find your place in this world
Your escape was to something that others
Would see as obscure, strange, dark, dangerous.. ‘cause it’s so nice with
Anxiety?
You turned your old, dirty self your back
To be able to raise yourself above the masses
You turned to the extreme
You were finally accepted
Now you were suddenly deep and peculiar
But when death finally knocks on your door
You realize that you’re still the same person you’ve always been
 

Next Dawn

The cold is tearing at my face
I’m standing here, thinking back on these intensive days,
Which will forever change mine and others’ lives
I feel no regret
This night, my longing for death is stronger than ever,
But I will not take it out on me
Tonight, you’re the victim
It’s taken many days, even years
To reach the decision about what I should do
Tonight it will finally happen
You will suffer my choking hate
And take part of my deepest thoughts
This night is your last, no morning will come
- the next dawn is not for you
Enjoy the choking air you breathe
Enjoy the coldness tearing your cheeks and your throat
Before it’s replaced with cold steel
Enjoy it girl, enjoy it!
This sunset will be your last
 

Sunday

It’s Sunday,
In the suburbs they sit, forgotten with their accessories
Pizza cartons, beer cans, cigarette butts, fat hair and greasy fingers
Yesterday’s attempt at forgetting everything failed completely
The sun is shining on the boring floors yet another time
Even regret comes creeping together with the scaring face of realization
 

Hands of the lord

He sees you always
Requesting, ordering
Forcing you out in the cold
Alone, like always
Alone, like you deserve
You want to make him disappear
It’s no use, it’s impossible
‘cause you already feel his presence
He’s forever a part of you
Your will does not exist
His words cling to your mind
This disgusting voice
Impossible to love
Impossible to hate
He is your lord
Your heart is bleeding
Tears are flowing, thoughts streaming
Everything is moving
Everything is motionless
The truth becomes apparent -
There is only one way out