domingo, 18 de diciembre de 2011

Screen of pain




I'm gonna show you that everywhere I look
nothing stays, nothing's pure
I'm gonna show you that everywhere you look
nothing's bad nor nothing's good
I'm gonna show you all that everything we see
has a piece of grace and a piece of sin
I'm gonna show the world, no matter what they say,
that everything we see will burn in pain

Pierced flesh, tattooed skin
with muted sound of desperate screams.
My sanity is wearing thin,
as blood and spit fall down my teeth.
A jaded mind, a crazy grin,
brutally numbed from reallity's sins.
Intense isolation, I builded a screen
to act as a wall, as a second skin.

We need our dose of pain to get in,
the burns and the scars will be part of me.
Myself as a mirror reflecting the pain,
absorbing the blood from society's veins.
Weird push and pull, between empty and full,
between rage and fear, being pity or cruel.
So pray for the danger and fear all the noises
that come from the dephts of the city psychosis.

I'm gonna show you that everywhere I look
nothing stays; nothing's pure
I'm gonna show you that everywhere you look
nothing's bad nor nothing's good
I'm gonna show you all that everything we see
has a piece of grace and a piece of sin
I'm gonna show the world, no matter what they say,
that everything we see will burn in pain

We've come here to die
We won't find a way out
It was in our blood, we can't lie
All along our fate, all along our crown

No meaning of life, life was void
Our profession is death, to die alone
Alienated cells, with rotten cores
We knew the answer, we knew it all along


Dressed in night



She's on the top of it all,
dressed in night
Her golden locks
shine in my eyes
So close but yet so far,
So mad but yet so shy

Her blue stars trapped in shades,
look down and behold the hell
My whole soul belongs to her,
in my heart her name's a blare
So dark but yet so pale,
So strange but yet so 'shamed.

She's my pain, my torment, divine
An open scar, a thorn in my mind
My heaven in hell, a bloody red cloud
Nightmare at dusk, blackened shroud

I wish she knew, I wish I could
but night's my mind, darkness my mood
Her lips are sewn of scarlet silk
As she ascends, I dissapear
Her skin's my grave, for her I scream
'Cause she's not real, she's just a dream

She's my pain, my torment, divine
An open scar, a thorn in my mind
My heaven in hell, a bloody red cloud
Nightmare at dusk, blackened shroud

She pushes my heart off my chest
(So alone)
She faces herself with her beasts
(So alone)
She will feed with greed from this feast
(So alone)
She strangles my love with her leash
(So fucking alone)

sábado, 12 de marzo de 2011

Desinformación


(Pre)
¿Quién controla?¿Quién gana con esto?
¿Dónde va el dinero?¿Por qué tenemos miedo?

Generación del olvido, colectivo demolido
a base de palos, no aprendes a atar cabos
Te pierdes entre modas, las ideas las matan todas
Nos fabrican a todos, atando las vendas de los ojos

(Chorus)
Desinformación, Desocupación
Si les falla la tele, pasarán a la acción

Ríete ¿Te hace gracia?¿Disfrutas tu ignorancia?
¿De la mierda que tragas? ¿De lo poco que ganas?
Te enfadas y no sabes que pasa, te quejas de los títeres
¿Creías que eras alguien? No, tu voz no vale nada

(Pre)
¿Quién controla?¿Quién gana con esto?
¿Dónde va el dinero?¿Por qué tenemos miedo?

(Chorus)
Desinformación, Desocupación
Si les falla la tele, pasarán a la acción
Ilegalización, Re educación
Cuando pienses demasiado, o callas o al paredón.

Si lo supieras calibrar y ver un poco mas allá
Si te negaras a asentir, para arrancarte el sonreír
Callarías el silencio, llegarías mas adentro
Y verías que gritarles es mas fácil que callarte

(Pre)
¿Quién controla?¿Quién gana con esto?
¿Dónde va el dinero?¿Por qué tenemos miedo?

(Chorus)
Desinformación, Desocupación
Si les falla la tele, pasarán a la acción
Ilegalización, Re educación
Cuando pienses demasiado, o callas o al paredón.


domingo, 20 de diciembre de 2009

Red Lights

Los puedo sentir
Sombras por todos lados
Te hacen vivir
atado y encadenado

Ingenuos vivis
algunos acomodados
lo real es un caos
seco y despiadado

Destrozan tus sueños, Controlan tu tiempo,
Arrestan futuros, te dicen que miento

Paredes mentales, miedos irracionales
y demas mierda para casos especiales

Siguen tus minutos, persiguen tus horas,
tiempo es dinero, para ellos, para sus zorras

Telebasura, control informativo
periodicos comprados, datos contrastados
con policia ysus colegas se montan sus tinglados

Ojos inyectados intentan escapar
Del trafico, el humo y las calles del lugar
buscan droga barata para poder calmar
La rabia interior que esta intenta apaciguar

No mires atras
No te gires
No mires atras

Oh, el olor de muerte infernal!
Un cementerio de personas colosal
Para grandes magnates, celestial!
La rabia no escapa, de este lugar...

sábado, 19 de septiembre de 2009

Queen of Hearts meets The Joker

I Thought we were just playing hard tonight
Drinkin' some whiskey and waiting to fight.
But I found a hot babe in the table four
Cleaned up my blood and decided to go
Asked the croupier for two cards
good for the Hold 'em, the Queen of Hearts

Oh, babe, that should be a pair
But tohse snake's eyes don't tell me no lies
The Ace is sll yours, It's in your hands
Queen of Hearts you're not playin' fair

Next hand wins, you and me are palying still
lookin at each other but I'm under your will.
An old man told me once,
just treat a bitch like a queen
And treat a queen like a bitch
but damn it! you're in between!

viernes, 18 de septiembre de 2009

Road Lyrics, Harash Words


It's Hard to say, Hard to tell
Strong words Burnin' like hell
Didn't wanna leave you here
Just want to ask you to have no fear
'Cause i feel free I feel blue
Through these steel streets and highways
I'll have to leave you
I lied when I said I'd love you always

Hate me, burn me, kill me if that helps your pain
'Cause I'll be gone and you won't see me here again
You can destroy me, or crush my whole skin
I can't ride my life, or fell free if you are in

I know this is like a Sharpened knife
It's not 'bout you, It's all about my life
I have to hurt you now and I'll feel bad
I would rot inside and turn too mad
So I think this will be our end
You can chatter my body or kill me
I'll bleed 'til death but I won't bend
I'll fly far away and I will be free




Leather Jacket on, boots are weighing Igniting the bike, Road Is waiting