domingo, 28 de diciembre de 2008


The world should crumble, and bury us all
so we can finally rest

Our shattered bones could at last disappear in tiny pieces
turning into dust, there is an end

We can endure whatsoever
Those alive and forgotten are always too hard to drive

Maybe it's our nature,
maybe we're just insane

miércoles, 24 de diciembre de 2008

Satan Behind Me

you won't disappear, the butterflies will wither and die,
and there won't be peace
I am chaos, and darkness
and I only wait for the world to tear apart
if only the knife could cut your skin in half, so I can see through ourselves
but I don't want to
I've become one with the devil, and so you shall name me
for I have lost hope
and I have lost love
and everything