Could it ever be expressed?

War In My Head

Listening for annoying growls of pain
...Something from the sick past
Suffering from a horde of dumb men
Which will never die at last

And I remember that damn voice
...Sucking out my lost mind
Sanity explodes without remorse
and It never stops and it never stops


Verse:
I'm keeping war in my head
Because I love it
And I accuse myself
This world is very boring
Its made of chips

My thoughts are running so fast
Because of my past
They're keeping flow inside
My sticky heart is bleeding
Its made of flesh
...


Stepping on the darkest path of time
...Leading to the sick life
I'm suggesting death to those men
Who are taking life as game

But I have played this cheap arcade
...Shooting demons in their caves
Levels, lives and score are not the goal
and It never stops and it never stops

Tear.Drop.Fall

dear. drop. fall.
tear. drop. kiss.
lifeless white doll.
silence and bliss.

dear. drop. fall.
how could you live?
dear. drop. smell.
how could you breathe?

chorus:
No! this is not such thing
like burning from inside.
now you can try to think
of what you're about to hide

no! this is not a cage
with the bars of utter cold
now it's your final stage.
so recall what has been told.

no! this is not a brass
not a fire, not an ice.
now there's no blind glass
to distort the truth and lies.

-----
dear. drop. drown.
dear. drop. bleach.
needles go down.
donor and leech.
dear. drop. feel.
lifeless white doll.
dear. drop. kill.
can you recall.
---

Gone

Your time is gone
You trying to forget yourself
It’s hard to keep your dreams for days
Don't bother me
Your time is gone
Tomorrow you will tire much more
And to survive in holy war
You must behave like nervous whore
Your time is gone
Restricted to your hideous life
It's hard to feel like piece of cake
Don't mirror me
Your time is gone
Stand over praying for resort
And to survive and beg for more
You must transform to nervous whore

Chorus
You claim to have a reason
To prove yourself you haven’t gone
You're begging for help
But nobody looks like he can...
You run and grasp an air
To over-print deeds you have done
You're crying out loud
But this is the end. But your time is gone

Your time is gone
You sitting on your knees and cry
Old postage cards are falling down
Don’t scare me
You time is gone
And tears are dropping more and more
But to remain on this cold floor
You must become a nervous whore.

You claim to have a reason
To prove yourself you haven’t gone
You're begging for help
But nobody looks like he can...
You run and grasp an air
To over-print deeds you have done
You're crying out loud
But this is the end. But your time is gone

United

She is coming after you,
	your wishes are come true
United from the birth
	in one body we grew
She'll come for me too,
	just let her change her dress
I'm still so young, but my hopes
	the world has supressed

Droplets of cold greasy sweat
	are slowly piercing my hot skin
When you are tortured by pain,
	I also feel it within

These bastards hanging around,
	their minds are full of the drugs
They rather would kill us,
	than share our happiness crowned
Despite my soul is'nt dark
	and there's never my fault
One's gonna cut me up,
	without a fear of the law

Your soul is broken by horde,
	but i'll be broken by one
Death is a hideous bitch,
	and not a good looking blonde
They tried to save your life,
	it was against all the chances
My body hoped to survive,
	forever losing my sences

Droplets of cold greasy sweat
	are slowly piercing my hot skin
When you are tortured by pain,
	I also feel it within
When there's a peace in your heart,
	the light divides from the darkness
We've got the whole world for us,
	because we are united

Chinese Theatre

In their eyes are seen the signs of history
In their hands they hold the keys of misery
Please don’t ask me questions I don’t know
Answers hidden in the books of Law

Chorus:

In the Chinese theater today’s no show
I know
It’s hard to imagine
Day by day all its actors are slowly gone
They’re gone
With the centuries’ measure


Welcome to the battle of the hearts
Tuning waves of radio from hill
Here between the sky and Earth it starts
To increase, explode and disappear

The Bowl

Between the stony hills
	I sought oblivion
And wasn’t concealed
	of those falling rocks above
I did provoke the avalanche
	with one faint whisper
But neither happiness
	nor hope I’ve got

Chorus
Just pour a bowl
with the time (of stony hills)
Dilute it with the holy rage (of falling rocks)
Look what a view it has, is it really fine
But who could drink this beverage of muddy life
  
I was mad' looking for
	the rapture in the skiies
My sword was washed in them,
	committed to the earth
And I watched and watched
	the window’s forms of iice
But didn’t understood
	the structure of the world.

Chorus
Just pour a bowl with the time (of raining skies)
Dilute it with the holy rage (of shiny sword)
Look what a view it has, is it really fine
But who could drink this beverage of muddy life

Directions from around
	Defiene my [poor] choice
Hate those TV shows
	they penetrate my mind
Together with reclaim
	in shields aside the rooads
But I can’t read these lines,
	I hate these games
	
Chorus
Just pour a bowl with the time (of TV shows)
Dilute it with the holy rage (of orders from around)
Look what a view it has, is it really fine
But who could drink this beverage of mudd  y life

The Place

that is the place
where no one will talk to you
that is the place
where sounds('re) forbidden at all
that is the place
where no one will touch you
that is the place
where contact is taboo

no, it is not your home
this is the kind of material
would (will?) you leave me here for some times
i can keep silence forever

that is the place
where anyone comes, but not every leaves
that is the place
where's the entrance only
that is the place
where i am located for days
that is the place
where anyone is by itself

Ruin Dancers

Verse 1:
So it’s the truth I’ll hear tomorrow
The painful tasks I’ve- got-tO learn
I freeze and loose the rest of sorrows
My strings like fuel – just touch and burn

I add the flesh and bones to spirit
I multiply my nerves with blood
With fear of ghosts that hide in corners
I waste the happiness I’d earn 
 
Chorus:
But let us dance our dances
Through dust we see our faces
Among destroyed old buildings
We sing our song of times

Please let us get what we want
The sweat of us gives the salt
The sun will melt our feelings
Convert it into ice

Verse 2:
I sense in face the eyes of stranger
I taste the air it’s so close
Escaping from the sudden danger
I kissed the rose but felt the thorns

My home destroyed with blindest hammers
No chance to get-a-way to home
My feet are nearer to the edge and always
The abyss calls me to adore 

No Water

Where are your wings?
They look nearly stumps
Where is your heart?
It lays in the North
Which name you breath?
What spells you pronounce?
Sharing your part
Forgetting your course


In my lands there was no water
Burning skin and sands are hotter
Little miracles of desert
Wouldn’t help to you and me

In my lands there was not water
Burning skin and sands are hotter
Little miracles of desert
Fairy tales for us to be  

Would you regret
Of skies full of winds?
Would you deny
The fortune you’ve got?
Name in your lips
Your tongue to treat
Would you reply
I’m scared you will not…

Absent

the same old taste
of familiar easy words
they creeeeep on my lips
catching the tongue

the taste of the smoke
from the gaps in the void

*by & by
step by step
again & again & again & again
i felt it all before


the same touch of yours
of fingers & skin
they are the street-walkers
on the lanes of my body

the same old taste
of your surface