"everything is alright" you said
"it was all just a joke" you smiled
and I felt happy, I felt released
but as I woke this dream did cease

yet Carcassonne was never so far
Sandra and a swastika

it's all so dog damned real
your words cut me down
wake me when it'

There is a fracture in contemporary thought between tension and fragility between voracity and fear of an imminent explosion. Syndrome of over-nourishment Perception of a latent loss Bipolarity

There is a fracture in contemporary thought
between tension and fragility
between voracity and fear of an imminent explosion.
Syndrome of over-nourishment
Perception of a latent loss
Bipolarity
Innovation in permanent contrast with the past.
Modern artists, like perve

look at the cat, it flies above my head
how will you live, how will you like it
look at the cat, it flies above your head
I can seldom be with you, I'm in doubt

sorry I can't promise you a world without fools
and please beware of all the lies
oh I'm sorry child that lov

This is the archetype that pre-exists the man
Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle
It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired
Don't resist the charm of evil, let fire burn bright,
obscure and contradictory form of bliss and lust
It lives in our hear

outside we sit at night and watch the stars and satellites
then we go inside, warm up our hands but not
the chill in my heart

harmony harmony harmony
will never be
harmony tragedy

outside we stand by day, feel the vastness, feel the wind
that casts away the clouds

Understood I’m plain when I express myself, suffering when
I must censor myself for unknown reasons.
Anything wrong in this?
What’s the boundary between be real
And faithful to your soul and let things happen how they
Have to go? Between free will and destiny?
Feeling tim

Thirst for life is delightful Thirst for fame reawakens Don't tell me to stop thinking, Don't force me to stop acting, Don't make me stop speaking... You can't change me I would never explain it

Thirst for life is delightful
Thirst for fame reawakens
Don't tell me to stop thinking,
Don't force me to stop acting,
Don't make me stop speaking...
You can't change me
I would never explain it again.
You don't know me
You can't understand my words
You percei

"I am alone: there is no God where I am"

pass the fields of white
leave the dead behind
so many impressions that night
everything surrounded by tears

and you in the north/south
this place and eyes, my life
may it never fade
the memory and the photograph

In you i saw the fear that destroys
You were infected by it.
Fear is an illness, that crawls into souls and contaminates peace.
You didn't grow up to live in fear
Erase it from your heart, don't bring it with you.

Join us on the sacred hill of our fathers
And ask their

Much madness is divinest sense,
Demur and be dangerous.
I had been hungry of news, creativity and freedom,
Now i can eat of them and i'm not sated yet.

And now i roam the sovereign woods
And every time i speak the mountains straight reply.

I have the power to kill wit

I love people who make things I love conversations. I saw people inside a wrapping Like a protective veil for their soul. Atypical suggestions by a dead artist I recorded my image on a film still

I love people who make things
I love conversations.
I saw people inside a wrapping
Like a protective veil for their soul.
Atypical suggestions by a dead artist
I recorded my image on a film still
To seal my existing condition.
I praised appearance and style
while

"this is my heaven and this is my hell"

where are the depths that make me fall into
where is the walk that made me fall with you
where are the depths, at them I stare
where is the walk that made me dare
where are those impressions that I knew
now all I have are memories

At the foot of the high mountain There’s a land where you can speak with your mind. Along the streets a multitude of temples, consecrated to grotesque idols, burn incenses to celebrate the time o

At the foot of the high mountain
There's a land where you can speak with your mind.
Along the streets a multitude of temples, consecrated to
grotesque idols, burn incenses to celebrate the time of forgiveness.
Creatures living in this place
can teach you how to read dreams.

Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats
while dry tears take the old triumphs to a silent death
The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust
while the new secret shines in a golden aura
Past glories could rejoice only a brief instant
Soon the new gloom's birth wi

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion
The eternal silence leads to oblivion

I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity

Call on me, oh call up, baby.
Call on me, oh call.
Call on me oh call up, darling.
I know who you are.
Come up off your calling chart.
I know where you're coming from.
Call me (call me) on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me), I'll arrive.