For those who are against
For those who do not trust
For those who mean just lust
Look at me
In this hour of despair
In this hour of unfair
In this life of diaster
You will join after
Art of slaughter
Is calling me daring
For beyond any bearing
You fate will be
Your little images
Of love and serenity
With lack of dignity
Will find their own way
Into death, as I say
No more your hands will touch
No more will your smiles arise
No more lies inside your eyes
Beauty, at last, it dies
And only you are to be blamed
Though you never were ashamed
Your little images
Of love and serenity
With lack of dignity
Will find their own way
Into death, as I say
You are to be blamed
You are the first love of mine
The murderer of what was fine
No one really cares right now
So I could be sorry to say
They are all on their own way
Chasing illusions, with their smile
Yet they will only find
The night of my mind
The neverending desire
Of another hope in this fire
It burns through my life
It burns through images
It sends them to hell
Never to see them again
Never to see them again
You are nothing
You are everything
They know nothing
They want to be everything
So their little images
Of love and serenity
With lack of dignity
Will find their own way
Into death, as I say
Thursday, May 10, 2007
A Breakthrough
How can you play
With denial,
The only thing you feel
Addicted to fun
Burnt by the sun
The eyes I admire
Slaves of desire
Instead of beauty I see
Only a rage of ecstacy
How can you feel
Only denial,
The thing you play with
Though with passion you burn
Reality is you are lovelorn
The life you search for
Makes me want you even more
I hear you crying
Everytime I am dying
How can you deny
The only thing
You play with...
Feel, my dear
With denial,
The only thing you feel
Addicted to fun
Burnt by the sun
The eyes I admire
Slaves of desire
Instead of beauty I see
Only a rage of ecstacy
How can you feel
Only denial,
The thing you play with
Though with passion you burn
Reality is you are lovelorn
The life you search for
Makes me want you even more
I hear you crying
Everytime I am dying
How can you deny
The only thing
You play with...
Feel, my dear
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Song Of Desire
This so called feeling
Spreading disaster
Strangling it's meaning
And coming now faster
Prepare for the fight
Love comes in it's might
Sharpen your swords
Destroy it's empty words
Fear not the rotten smell
Don't let it cover your soul
Whe now share the same goal
To avenge the many that fell
Prepare for the fight
Love is only pure blight
Sharpen your swords
Kill it's empty words
Do you know, my dear?
It blinds your dream
Daily makes you scream
Riding a perverted beam
Sinning in an endless stream
Prepare for the fight
Love will be dead at sight
Sharpen your swords
No more empty words
Spreading disaster
Strangling it's meaning
And coming now faster
Prepare for the fight
Love comes in it's might
Sharpen your swords
Destroy it's empty words
Fear not the rotten smell
Don't let it cover your soul
Whe now share the same goal
To avenge the many that fell
Prepare for the fight
Love is only pure blight
Sharpen your swords
Kill it's empty words
Do you know, my dear?
It blinds your dream
Daily makes you scream
Riding a perverted beam
Sinning in an endless stream
Prepare for the fight
Love will be dead at sight
Sharpen your swords
No more empty words