segunda-feira, 8 de março de 2010

Stones to awake SerpentS

Meu império de sedentos por sangue,assassinos e maníacos em geral
Roarsarches da realidade inescrupulosa que teimamos em deturpar.
a ardúa tarefa de viver tornou-se criativa pra mim
meus segredos mais íntimos foram publicados como prefácio da biblia luterana.
espalho meus pecados com uma nova peste,minhas defesas são injúrias,
pedras que acordam serpentes...me fazem sentir como um soldado e parecer com um ladrão...

domingo, 27 de dezembro de 2009

You blow a new disease over my land
Spreading pyramids and another nonsense symbols
You´ve been talking with the wind and it does not answer
My queen, my sister…my victim
You could not avoid the end we choose for this story
We write the final chapter with dead angel´s blood.

quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2009

Haircloth


Memorize my fears while I try to comfort your pain
That´s the mistake I need the most
There still is blood in your hair
I couldn´t avoid your lies
Twenty years past of your gloomy life
So useful as a bible at home
Naked, lay down into a limbo of virtues
Insipid as your rising- a suicidal machine
Is that your tiptop world?

domingo, 4 de outubro de 2009

Lovely Chainsaw Incident

Drag my blood the way you dragged my hope
Drag my blood the way you dragged my faith
I burnt your picture and I put the ashes over my head
The cold wind blows them away..
Spreading this disgrace everywhere
Love…Kills…love…lies
Tonight I made an offering
And I promise
It will hurt you
Now you could taste my ashes and you´ll inherit all my suffering
Sex…breeds…divine…torture

quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2009

odeio pessoas que usam os bloggs apenas para fazerem propagandas,anuncios e divulgar suas atividades..
não quero saber o que vcs fazem...odeio pessoas...

quarta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2009

ballerina fetish

This is your last dance
So kiss the clown while lights GO down
Show me how awesome disgrace could be
What a day to meet the devil
And drive totally drunk to the desert
Inhaling gasoline – stoned…dreaming on
My voluntary amputations results
Your plastic mirth
Printed in your face like a damaged fake Dali´s

quarta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2009

faun

to the basement.
this is your initiation
begging for....last smoke,love and hate
take off your blindspot
your bridge to solace are broken down
and this heresy will last for all night long
put your eyes back
raise up from your knees
you know your death will last all night long...