Wednesday, March 25, 1998

Life to me is a black flower with no smell
And earth is a piece of shit that we are thrill
Living day by day searching for the stars
That I' having instead of them group of monsters
Walking in the desert with hot sand
Feeling disgusting from any human being band
I'm a stranger and always doing wrong
Cause rude is my melody and loneliness is my song
Living in noise without knowing the source
And following any tune that can impress and force
Not believing in any kind of truth or right
Nothing can save us or show where's the bright
Everyone is caring only for his mad sake
And saying only dam it we are going to sink
Waiting for the whisper and the real sign
That I can fly freely and see the true heaven
All say tomorrow is better than our dirty present
But all I can say we are dying and that's pleasure
Knocking on heaven's door and saying save us
But even heaven is not responding for our curses
Nothing matters after what we have been through
Bleeding black blood and forgetting any true
Desires our aim and having a wild passion
That can hold the knife and bring us pain
Now the flower is fading up and shrinking
Even if it's small in age but I'm not dreaming
If believing nothing can fear or destroy us
Then we are the kings of the world with a mess
No more begging or having any kind of chains
That nothing can stand in front of me and have a brain
Having all what can make us forget or fly spiritually
And forgetting all the fucking people perfectly
Live with great adventures and don't really care
Cause destiny is following us if we're strong or fear
So try all what you like and be satisfied
Cause death is waiting what ever it cost or fade