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while the world sleeps outside
in a mist of doubt and ignorance
i'm wide awake hoping this pen can grind
off this dull surface of repentance

and let shine
all that man can be
let out minds
be all that they can see

and live this
over! 

no son of god’s

my son is no son of god
one of mine ones, no son of god
and even you get to him, he say
he’s no son of god’s

should you think about it a little bit you’d see you’re no son of god
yes, it might break you comfort, but you’re no son of god
and even with your prayers, you’ll see
there ain’t no sons of god

she wastes her time with sacrifices she wouldn’ve taken
she does things that go against her logic
yet she thinks we, we are sons of god

biblical massacres, i’m no son of killers
slavery and i know i’m no son of god
and even if i prayed, i’d see
he wouldn’t listen to me

‘cos he is not there
and you know he don’t care

and i know i will go to hell, straight
‘cos he’s just a egoistic bastard
even if i’m good, i know
there is no heaven for me

god is just an imaginary lie
that you play beside you ‘cos you’re afraid to die
but i know i can’t have immortality
and i just feel so greatful for it

‘cos i’ll live on in your memory
i’ll have lived thoroughly
and i’ll have left my mark
in this bloodstained world

blood laid by the hand of god
i’m no son of god’s.

dyers eve

dear mother,
dear father,
what is this hell you have put me through?
believer,
deceiver,
day and day i live my life through you
pushed onto me what’s wrong or right
hidden from this thing that they call life

dear mother,
dear father,
every thought i’d think you’d disapprove
curator,
dictator,
always censoring my every move
children are seen bur are not heard
tear out everything inspired

innocence:
torn from me without your shelter
barred reality
i’m living blindly

dear mother,
dear father,
time has frozen still what’s left to be
hear nothing,
say nothing,
cannot face the fact i think for me
no guarantee, it’s life as is
but damn you for not giving me my chance

dear mother,
dear father,
you’ve clipped my wings before i learned to fly
unspoiled,
unspoken,
i’ve outgrown that fucking lullaby
same thing i’ve always heard from you
do as i say not as i do

i’m in hell without you
cannot cope without you two
shocked at the world that i see
innocent victim, please rescue me

dear mother,
dear father,
hidden in your world you’ve made for me
i’m seething,
i’m bleeding,
ripping wounds in me that never heal
undying spite i feel for you
living out this hell you always knew

Metallica

parents connot stand usual argumentation from their children
they don’t seem to like losing a logical battle
so they basically throw how importat they are to you
in an indecent blackmailing, putting words into your mouth

apples and oranges

quite dark night today
feel a little bit outside, okay
thinks come ’round through my head
can’t think a rhyme to them yet

when the lights outside shine bright
making this quite dark night seem light
and my head round about things
that rhyme tough and cling

looking though the bright backlighted mobile on my desk
and thinking of what i’m thinking while i rest
my hands on the keys and hesitate

these backlighted nights that rhyme outside my head
tough light rhyming things i haven’t thought of yet
quite dark knight’s fate.

not?

prelude

“we hope you enjoy your stay
it’s good to have you with us
even if just for the day

we hope you enjoy your stay
outside the sun is shining
seems like heaven ain’t far away”
The Killers – Enterlude

Where’d you go?

“From dehumanization to arms production
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power is power the law of the land
Those living for death will die by their own hands

Life’s no ordeal if you come to terms
Reject the system dictating the norms
From dehumanization to arms production
To hasten the nation towards its destruction
It’s your choice: peace or annihilation”

Crucifix – Annihilation

“Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!
I need more! I need more!
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!
Don’t ask what for! Don’t ask what for!”

Black Flag – Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie

“And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin’ us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned
Like the enemies you’ve earned
But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist”

Joni Mitchell – Fiddle and The Drum

“You may say I’m a dreamer,
But I’m not the only one,
I hope some day you’ll join us,
And we’ll earn this world”

John Lennon – Imagine

“Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They’re all there without you
Having fun!”

Green Day – Letterbomb

“Maybe you’re better off this way”

A Perfect Circle – Passive

Breezes Of Changes

I should be cool
I should be smart
I should not to wait so much from the heart

I should be fool
I should have known
That I shall never have what is gone

Break my pace
Break my peace
Understand that now I should leave
And live

Break my life
Set me free
Hold my heart
Make me happy

I should be killing people
Or chewing little pieces
I should already’ve known
‘Bout all this little breezes
Of change

Or not
But yet a hope
To feed my heart
So I’ll reach a goal
To reach the start

I’ll play in piano classes
And I’l break it all in nanoparts
But I’ll not break my little glasses
Yet I’ll kick your little asses
["little" sounds good!]

‘Cause I love!
Yet there’s no hope at all
And no fucking ideal
‘Cause I can’t sing my mother tongue
‘Cause I’m born in another contry
But yet I love!
I love my e-mail!
Yet that is a no-go!

Hey, Cinthie
Remember those silent calls you received some years ago?
Yah, that was me, Cinthie!
I loved your sister, Cinthie!
And then I loved your best friend, Cinthie!
And I’ve fucking loved you, Cinthie!
But that was long ago!

Hold you ASS!
‘Cause hapiness ain’t described
Ain’t decided by you
And this is now personal

And I’d like to thank the salviors, both two
There’s enough for those who understand

Such a World

Such a pain in their hearts. Flawless (less?) copies of themselves. Imperfect perfect flaws of this world. They’re lost, but they find themselves in each other.
Molten by the fire of passions, molded by our greedy society, frozen on their on hearts and hands.
I could see them lying out in the streets, I could see them screaming, smiling, laughing and dying second after second.
I could every sickness. I saw it all. Such a world I’ve never seen before. I kind of world I’m proud and ashemed to live in.
Such a fear in their faces, such a equal hapiness, sadness, madness. Looking for attention more than for comprehension. Findin’ life in death.

They’re lost. SHE is lost. Could I believe what I saw? I could and laughed, deep inside I bled for her as I know she will bleed again. Over and over. But fuck it.

They’re lost, nameles.
She is lost, heartless
I’m lost, wayless.

Such a world.

Consider That.

How am I supposed to take it to the next level? If I don’t even have a way out. Anything to hold on. NOTHING!! It feels like I’m dead, stucked in this fucking stage. Anything to dedicate me, anybody to be with.
Oh my fuck. Sometimes I even think to shot my head oor jump out from the 2nd floor. And, take note, I’m not too much for for suicide at all.
You know, it’s like I’ve got all the weapons, the whole army and just DON’T Fucking know where to shoot. Or who is the enemy. Or if there IS any fucking enemy to shoot on.
“Ice but no pick, a muder charge that won’t stick. It’s like a WHOLE OTHER WORLD where you can smell the food, but you CAN’T touch the silverware.“
You know, kinda I’m going to blow up soon if anything change.
Hell, I kinda live for those 3 or 4 hour in PC, other 2 of music and another one for guitar playing. Crazy eight, these times are like my opium, cocaine and heroin, respectively.
God, I need someone… Loneliness kill even the most powerful brains, man.
Oh hell, let me sleep a bit… That’s all shit…
You know, I kinda keep thinking this same damn things, repeating my-fucking-self. But it’s okay. Everything is gonna change and that’s who is too blind to see. Of fucking course.
I love when they say that it. LOVE, MAN. But I really hope they’re right. Things will be easier this way. Bah, bullshit. All I want is an opportunity to blow it all. To take all that fuck down. YEAH!! To be the best.
Man, I need someone…
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey YA!!! We’re the world!!! Happy? No, I ain’t happy motherfucker. I am fucking HIGH! o.o.
Hell, the fucking battery’s still charging. FUCK, I need some coce, I mean, music.
Lalala, gotta drown.
Hi on, boy!
Let’s take a shower. Took at all.
Drowns from MSN. So beaty.
It’s kinda hard to be out here in the real world.

Fui Me
Stay (SIC)

Equations [Love Goes Aways Into Math In The End]

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