Saturday, 18 May 2013

no city fun.

no good manners inside my cloudy brave heart... mind.
no, no... heart.
no happy ending in front of the sunshine door.
no city fun tonight.
no little ways to get rid of everything.
i don't let you, plastic sweet.
no city fun tonight.
i don't let you, plastic cry.
i've got the guts to throw soul, hell and gall.
the guts to stare at you with big bright eyes.
i can stare, forever. through all my life.
stare at you with everything in mind.
no, no... heart.
no city fun tonight.
i've got the guts to throw soul, hell and gall.
i had the guts to say i'm fucked rather than fuck you.
fuck you. i'm fucked.

Thursday, 9 May 2013


shadow, smoke, dark basement.
'how soon is now' punching the speakers.
your silhouette has appeared against the floor's followspot.
hell at the tower.
the chaos has begun.
i've seen you and i danced as if i was going to die.
you've walked around me as if you were going to drink my soul.
shadow, smoke, dark basement.
your angel blond hair.
i felt when you surrounded me.
felt when you danced inside me.
swung my hips pretending to be praying. to hurt you, indeed.
shadow, smoke, dark basement.
i've looked at you with lynx eyes.
i let you think that you were seducing me.
when, actually, who was seducing was me.
flashing lights, i couldn't see your face.
just my leather boots and your angel hair, together, dancing in the middle of the chaos.
shadow, smoke, dark basement.
i felt when i blew up your mind. i felt so badly.
i found out that there's music in hell. well.
dragged into my world that on that night was
shadow, smoke, dark basement.
i danced for you as a whore and a mother.
you, you haven't changed the beat. zombie beat. hypnotized beat.
i closed my eyes when have felt you close enough to listen your heart
(in the middle of the shadow, smoke, dark basement),
beat very strong: