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Regal Majestic


I can take the ugly truth in your press,
shut down like a car tire,
if you let go, I will take it on my shoulders like a bag
and drag it away.
Nobody will see it and I'll unify the truth to doom,
so nobody else ever can.

When a maniac punched my brains out
I've fought off the floor, put him in chair to win broken,
got into cab, drugged, found guts to come around
to the man who took it, to steal back my fate.
The tragedy went on while I crawled
under the shouts and strewn wons in quiet
gliding over razor broken glass at knees
covering my face in a mask while I ran.

With that face I could get only one job,
that semblance I had impressed even a lager waitress.
I walked out with the cash to pay the ceremony
in the church of nothing bribing a cloth of the shame.
I paid that unspoken trash with the money of the filth,
hanged the truth on a hook in a remote abattoir,
pulled water to wash blood of my face
and to silent the words that are meant only for you.

Nobody heard it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.

I took the ugly truth in your press
shut down like a car tire
I took it on my shoulders like a bag
and dragged it away.
Nobody saw it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I can take it,
and now nobody will ever can.

That man never found me, in despair his bride flew, away,
a waitress was a man and a maniac is still there,
here in my head, makes the planet stop.

Sky blue serenity, that turquoise peace
between two of his screams.
Violet magical abstract, regal,
majestic heavens that saves
my life from this madness.

I took the ugly truth in your press
shut down like a car tire
I took it on my shoulders like a bag
and dragged it away.
Nobody saw it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I can take it,
and now nobody will ever can.

Twist


It's so easy to be a monster,
they are all stupid,
just saying it isn't interesting enough,
so why do you twist under my tin table love?
Have you met a girl plucking flowers
on the meadow in the Woods.

Hey Mr Wolf, it's your little Riding Hood
she gives a stroke over teh bow for free, with her
full basket of the cakes and knives, daily
filling your moma's cupboard ( bitch!)
filling up the sugar and spice,
when you are not there,
when you don't watch.

Hey Mr Wolf, observe and learn your own act
don't let the monsters in playing,
tide is up and the Moon is out.
This disclosure is an art, love that imitates the life
rides my powers.

Don't talk to the strangers, they are all my friends.
They will have the cookies, they make you eat them, they kill you.
Do the twist Mr Wolf, do the twist, woof, woof...
I'm nothing and nobody, but I want a sack full of the power
and I don't give a damn.

Aim



So many times I've been lost,
buried deep under my fail.
I sunk only deeper and under my graves
I've found you caged in the ivories;
you've raised all my deaths again.

Out of the shape both humans and demons
all fear of the angels diving down in agony.
There's no point of living the life with no aim.

This shrine is not built for me,
let me out of your temple to fight.

Aim for the agony, break diving down,
the humans and demons will welcome you
in their transgressional embrace.

Armed and aim, dive down with your crown,
don't worry, safe meet the ground.

Your shrine is not men made
I saw, I found you caged in the ivories;
you have been there before everything,
so you know it's not even built for me,
let me out of your temple to fight.

Pay in Blood

Till I sleep on this grave
nobody will dance on it.
Some things money can't buy,
no fame, nor glory to bribe.
On this place I want silence
to drown in my rage and anger.

I paid in blood my misery,
people are things that can be sold
but a hearth even broken can't be bought.
Some pains are terror never forgotten
so I push guilt to marble until it breaks.

From my hands I am paying in blood and
while I live nobody's going to dance on it,
till I sleep on this grave
on this place I want silence.

Hypnos

Today, we’ll be put on a trial to the horrors to come alive;
No sleep will close our mind because we’re the light,
No God of Dream can win the ultimate one, in me,
today, we’ll look at you done with my red empty eyes;
with other beasts you gonna save this earthly ash,
just to save your soul from the other deeds.

We’ll rather kill me dead than let you lift yourself;
I would rather die than help exalt your deamons,
justify so many deaths, no love for the innocence.
Hollow cry, for better life put the wings on the cross;
I’m his core, he won’t let the monsters on the river,
ears deaf for your prayers; I’m letting this house fall.

I look down at you trying to lock me in, in this grave of a body,
in this rotten box of hypnos,
for love, for life, for gold, for silver -
just imagine what I can…
rather pray to a wall because wall will stay standing,
no-no-no, he won’t let you win the will.

I will let go my life climbing staircase, this grave of a body,
this rotten box of hypnos,
for love, for life, for gold, for silver -
just imagine what I can…
no angel will stand up to fight against your fear or anger,
no-no-no, you can’t win the will.