Thursday, December 18, 2008

Silenceiam-se as valkirias

If you saw the blade come and slice my wrist
would you come and take it away?
Every word you dug a fist
On such a dammed day
I bleed to death for all I care
If blood drains my pain away
No-one would try to stop who would dare?
to keep this lost life for another day...

Drop
by 
Drop
the red bleeds from me

I erase all pain 
becoming Dead
Fear not as I am set free
I paid to get off my head

The wound inside did not heal
untill life become pain
dear devil couldn't honour the deal
and I become insane

in living I found no will
in living I become sad
why did you steal
all the joy I ever had
Please mistake me not
as consciusness fades from the brain
you killed but finished not
so I'll end up my pain

In every word in every gesture
until you walked through me with blind eyes
a last farewell torture
Suits you, or is are this my so called lies

so my wrists lost strengh and I cannot end my dying will
I was overcome by my own salvation
it hurts, it hurts still
have I been cursed to eternal damnation?

Vallkkyer were the hymns
of nordic heroic warriors
stars read their signs
and a dying memory from my horrors
.
.

Friday, December 05, 2008

HUrt

It's been said even by myself that you are not the one to blame as it's not your fault,  nor your intent
Somehow that doesn't ease the pain.
And if there's no one to blame then how come it hurts me so.
Still how to hold such as responsible for their actions when their not their own.
however, is there any point in my soul bleeding it's agony to the very end....
It might seem odd but if anyone stubles upon this thoughts then they would have lost it's meaning, as they shall be no longer mine, their beauty lies in the possibility of remaning forever forgoten.

So i crall back to my painfull existence. 
if...

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Blue & Red


Yeah, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand

Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, but all true love's in vain

When the train come in the station I looked her in the eye

Well, I felt so sad and lonesome that I could not help but cry

When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind

Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind

All my love's in vain

There's no need for you to say you're sorry 

Goodbye I'm going home 

I don't care no more so don't you worry 

Goodbye I'm going home 

I hate the way that even though you 

Know you're wrong you say you're right 

I hate the books you read and all your friends 

Your music's shite it keeps me up all night 


I hate the way that you are so sarcastic 

And you're not very bright 

You think that everything you've done's fantastic 

Your music's shite it keeps me up all night 


There's no need for you to say you're sorry 

Goodbye I'm going home 

I don't care no more so don't you worry 

Goodbye 


I'm going 




home

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

RIDE

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine

Sunday, November 30, 2008

La femme

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier

Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
et les temps perdu
a savoir comment

Oublier ces heures 
qui tuaient parfois
A coups de porquoi
Le coeur du bonheur

Ne me quite pas

Ne me quite pas

Ne        me           quite       pas

Friday, November 28, 2008

Was it?

Getting crazy on the waltzers but its life that choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the swiGetting crazy on the waltzers but its life that choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I dont know Ill be tonight but Id always tell you where I amtchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I dont know Ill be tonight but Id always tell you where I am

Sunday, November 09, 2008