Sacrificial Words

Arcane deep and tragic melody
the pearl he found and jousted on him
he has to throw away
The magic he once created
will feed the monster of creation
one more time I come to thee
oh father, for a holy pact
leave them alone
come to me
I can bear the tragedy
make them forget my existence
my time is ending
I cannot prevent destruction
any more
Deep deeper down into their skin
the cancer of tragic music
embraces the equilibrium

Stop oh holy one
go away from them
leave them all alone
and they shall be spared

They shall be spared
but how do you say to them
the words they don't want to hear?

Circle...

I thought and thought
and lived a lie
and dissolved a dream
and all that for what?

To complete the circle
to get back where I started
Start the spiral again
it will never end

You will never escape your circle
you simply don't want that
what more can I do people
than mourn for your stupidity?

It's alright..
I guess It is as I always thought
Things just come...and go...
So no more humble requests
you all have a life-path to follow
I am just a mystery man...
a mere simple cloud....

Up on the hill

Spiritual lover, endless death
wrote myself my epitaph,
to the king of kings
debuting on my funeral to be
Where, who, why would we all want to grow up?

No difference if you are a child or an adult
I will go now and come back
I will sink into my misery
and rise again up

Where will we be when this year will die out?

He kicked his ass over the toilet seat
he knocked his head on the mirror
punched the shiny doorknob
and once again flushed himself

Florist drink your blood
Rosen garden of cleaved heads
and pain keeps me awake each night
closer and closer to my people
I sense their pain
I will die with them alone
And everything else will prove to be words
once again the prophet will grow immune to his own poison
Whereas he drinks it everyday
in small minor quantities
increasing the possibility of suicide each day
and night by night
where the flowers die on the hasty shadowed fields
when the donkey mount hunches
and the rider falls
and keeps falling
and nothing goes well
and everything is happy
and crazy
and insane
and lost
forever lost


How quiet is it there up on the hill
how calm, peacefully and quiet it is
up there on the hill
how calm and frightening...

Shit

Right there, on this shore,
million stones, samples, sand
stamps of the sea and my feet
Waves crush and hum and echo
in my head it all seems new

It all seems new

And I am back in the game again...

Shit...

It was so fun being bored every minute

Now, back to the shade burning process

Wings

I got wings to fly
I got no destination
places to visit seem boring
far away land, nowhere to go
where?
Where?
There and then back again here...
Why?

I have to go..
Leave this place...
Get outta here...
Break my chain of stability...
Or die before I get old...

Madman...

How different;
how soft;
child eats candy
marshmallows smiles
chokes, turns red and purple
gasps
cannot swallow this world

decides to close it's eyes and die
a very mature thought

Madman

Madman

Madman

I hereby call upon the gods
to decide on this child's fate
help him someone
it's dying again and again
day by day
it change it's color from white to red
from red to purple green and yellow
turned to black tar charcoal
then gold and shiny melody

Will you prohibit
the cursed exhibition?

Try to do so please...

Alive and Living

Knights and flowers
my last resort
last effort
the dragon slain

Emergency cries
last efforts
end of the road

Will you take the sword from my hand?
Will you place me in your worm sanctuary?
Nobody realizes or understand the difference
of being alive and living...

Invitation

Hacked, sliced, torn to pieces
darkness surrounding me
old thoughts raping my virgin mind

Reincarnation of an old Egyptian fleet
dead seeds have we planted on our garden of fear
and our brothers now are burned in hell

To the skies I look and cry out
jokers of the gods we are all
one out of five elements of ether
creatures made of foam
they're nesting in my head

Why, oh why should the harp player seize to share?
Why should simple questions have monotonous answers
and monotonous questions have simple answers?

Are we that insane
meeting our ends at the seven rivers
at the crossroads of five bridges

Nothing is irrelevant anymore
You give value to us
and we shall free you from yourselves
by dying...


Wonna join us?