Singing about truth
Knowing "everything is going to be ok" is a lie
If you're looking for a light, better start looking inside
This is the long, long night

Touching from afar...

In space, I believe one can travel far and wide, without moving
I believe there are stars for everyone, and thy shall always shine bright
I believe there is no need to breathe, 'cause I only need the air from your breath
I believe space is one and only for everyone, where everything and everyone can and will be
In space, I know we can be together at last...

Why can't you?

I'm reaching our for you, traversing black holes and going through dimensions
Flying as fast as I can, I'm fearing the burning light
Opposite forces try to pull me apart but I won't let them
It's like dying right now would be worth it
If only you believed we could fill this empty space together

Why can't you?

Cinder

The nightmares crawling from underneath my bed keep telling me about you
As they creep inside my head they sing of your past misdeeds
I try not to listen, but their chanting is oh, so sweet
I begin to sing with a voice that isn't mine, screaming, gasping, reaching for air
In the cold night it brings me the warmth I craved from you
Cause' when I got lost looking for you, inside of you, it seemed like you were never there

Cinder!

This love's gonna burn us whole
And I won't let go

Cinder!

Please, when the time comes, just go
But I hold on

The staring red eyes across the room won't blink
I found myself drowning in someone else's sweat, its salty taste clinging deep inside my throat
This Hell I know well, I welcomed it with a smile

Now it feels this is way much more than I bargained for when I sold my soul

How did I fall this far, only to pretend I didn't share our agony?
I fear I'll wake up just to turn the corner and find an alley of past ashes and...

Cinder!

This love's gonna burn us whole
And I won't let go

Cinder!

Please, when the time comes, just go
But I hold on

A merced

Así que con esta canción me despido
Si la vida nos deja compartir una tarde juntos otra vez
Ese día volveré a perderme en los laberintos de tu cuerpo
Adentrándome en lo más profundo de ti surcaré tu corazón con mi boca
Tus lágrimas y las mías se confundirán en una misma
Y con algo de suerte podremos dedicarnos una sonrisa...

Ted Bundy

Hope is a negation of reality

The world brakes and so is my brain

High as Heaven, black as Hell

This is the new meaning of pleasure and pain

I don’t know but I been told

All that glitters it ain’t gold

I’m coming to your home tonite,

take you with me in denial

As I fly and spread the cum,

you’ll wonder why Hell has come     

I ain’t no bringer of life or dead

I have no reason but hate itself!

you need to dig deeper
far beyond the ribs
past the heart
you need to bury you fingers into the flesh
feel it and smell its rancid smell
nevermind the blood spurting from every hole
...in time, with any luck, it'll drown us all

if i had a heart

i’d give it to you

wrapped as a present in a fist of blood...

...that’s what i dream

when i dream

about you

what is there to know?

"that's life", they say "that's how it is"
people come and go, you just have to keep on going
but every person that comes inside me leaves with a piece of my flesh
and i'm weary
i don't want to be made of pieces anymore
of memories
of someone who came and left
i don't want to look inside myself; i'm afraid to find they haven't left anything behind
only scraps of what i used to be

he knew it; deep inside he knew it
doors would never be completely closed, no matter how hard he tried
she was caged in a room with walls on all sides and, even so,
light was coming out... there would never be complete darkness

sin título

ahora colecciono fragmentos de mi vida para ti,
mi pequeña habitante
antes he invitado a que se pierdan en mis calles
que se escondan en los callejones
que jueguen, a fin de cuentas, en este laberinto

pero saberse perdido produce una cierta sensación de vértigo
yo sólo puedo enseñártela…
que quieras compartirla conmigo,
dar vueltas y vueltas… hasta caer borrachos,
depende de ti
bajo mi sonrisa, que tanto te gusta, debes saber leer muy bien
“abandone toda esperanza, aquel que aquí entre”

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demons live inside me
mostly they like to watch, they are among the most beautiful enthusiasts of voyeurism
but, from time to time, they like to go out and amuse themselves
they are into bathing in someone else's blood
they are into sucking someone else's odds and ends
they are into a lot of things i don't like to tell
because i like to do them myself

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in time blood doesn't hurt
it dries and sticks like any other stain
it's red beauty long gone
exactly like what i used to be
exactly like what I'm now

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is it me, in tiny places?
why don't just fade away, peacefully
blown by the wind with no direction
no other drive but the movement itself
drifting in waves of blind intention

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Everything we were
Everything that meant something
Every moment
was slowly fading
Like old memories from a stray past
There was no more edges to grasp or hang on
I wished we could linger
But I knew it was the shape of lost hopes hiding behind me

End

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

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

...

I’ve heard there’s a place
where people go when they don’t know what else to do
I can’t tell you how to get there
I have no directions or address
I can only tell you to follow that road
and get lost... lost into the night
you’ll find it, I know you will
you’ll know it when you see the neon lights...

Last Hope Motel: Eraser.

Outside, the clapping thunder announces a storm's coming. Soon it'll be here. Its noise is starting to get to my nerves... to think I came here in the first place because of the city's unbearable noise. I can't work with it. The big city and its highways always consumed in traffic jams, sidewalks crowded with people talking unceasingly, kids on every park crying and laughing loudly, the sky obscured by its tall skyscrapers and airplanes... it's so fucking irritating...

And just when you'd think that going to the desert -where there's literally no one- would relieve you of the city's noises, then you have to face a storm, and a big one. The rain’s already starting to pound hard against the cheap ceiling.

"You'll be just fine, you're going to love the desert's landscape, it'll be nice and quiet" said the stupid cow back home. She even made the reservation for this cheap motel, couldn't she've found a worst place? Anyhow, I've brought everything I could possibly need to work here, from my notebook computer to my espresso machine and coffee brand. "You're exaggerating,” she said. Well, I don't give a fuck what she says. Anyway, everything's set up. I've been working non-stop for the last couple of hours. If it weren't for that goddamn storm it would be perfect...

Holy shit what was that! All the lights went out... I'll be damned if a lightning struck the fucking place! Shit I don't know when was the last fucking time I saved! Fuck! Don't panic, don't panic... Sure it's a momentary thing, the place should have an auxiliary power plant for these kind of situations... Oh God, please tell me I didn't lose those last hours of work, please, please! When did I save for the last time? If I were back home she'd be all over me bitchin' "I told ya! I told ya to always save after you finish a draft". I know that's what she'd be bitchin' over and over, like that's gonna make any difference at all... Why aren't the lights back on already? Isn't there a fucking janitor around!? I try to reach for the phone but I accidentally spill the coffee all over the table. Fuck! I can't see a fucking thing, just glimpses when lighting flashes... Damn it! I spilled the coffee all over the keyboard. It turns off. Desperately I take my shirt off to try and clean up the fucking mess... Then the lights are back on.

In an act of stupidity I don’t wait for the inner circuits to fully dry and go ahead and try to turn it back on; it doesn’t. Instead it starts to smell like something’s burnt. I grab my head between my hands. I need to calm down and think clearly. I can’t stay here anymore; I need to get that computer fixed. I can’t afford to lose all the information stored there, I can’t loose all the hours worth of work… or I’m fired. Hell, I’m fucked…

Outside the storm roars angry. It’s gonna be dangerous to drive with this weather, but I have to give it a try… I hastily pack everything and get ready to leave. Then the lights are out again. Fuck! With the lighting flashes as my only guide I make it to the lobby. It’s flooded; there’s no one. I don’t bother to call someone for the check out, it’s not like I’m paying for this shit. They can sue me later if they want to. I push the entrance door. It’s difficult to open with all the mud blocking it. As I open it more water floods the Motel’s first floor. I finally exit... and… and I can’t believe my eyes: my car, apparently the only one left in the parking lot, lies submerged in the mud like it were a crashed plane, its nose deeply buried into the ground and its rear high against the sky.

This is madness… it’s like this accursed damn place hates me…

I… I can’t take it… I just can’t… I can’t take it anymore. Tears of rage begin to run down my eyes. Instinctively, my hands let go off my baggage. I don’t give a shit anymore. I open my briefcase in search of my Glock 9mm. It’s loaded and I’m ready. I shot the car’s trunk open. Inside there’s an emergency gas can I take with me. I feel like killing somebody, anybody… I go back inside.

Last Hope Motel: Pitch Black.

I wake up in the middle of the night, scared, crying, my nerves shattered... I can't see a thing, I find it hard to breath, I cough... I can't stop crying... It takes me a while to remember where I am as my eyes slowly adjust themselves to the darkness... I recognize the broken TV set and the paint falling from the dirty walls and I remember I'm here, lying in the bed of a forgotten motel room in the middle of nowhere... then I remember everything...

I was torn apart a night like any other, at the age of fourteen. That night I was walking down the street like I always used to. Then four men raised from the dark, unseen. They hastily took my clothes off and put a bag on my head. They pushed me and I fell on my back against the pavement, with my underwear down my ankles. They almost beat me senseless. They spread my legs and one by one let me feel their weight all over me... inside me. I couldn't scream; I didn't make a sound.

I recall everything that happened on that night, like still photographs from a sad movie, second by second playing in my mind.

So I wake up crying in the middle of the night, not knowing why. I find myself in complete darkness, so I suddenly realize the bag´s again on my head. I try hysterically to stop them, to repel them, not wanting to be hurt any more... but it´s too late... they fuck me every time they want; they come and go in and out of my soul every time they want.
Sometimes I smell their foul breath intoxicating the air. It might happen in the middle of a sunny day, and I know it´s absurd, but the smell just won´t leave me... so I start crying in panic, fearing they´re behind me, again, waiting for me to turn back and start it all over from the beginning... It doesn't matter, they don´t need me to turn around, not even touch me, to fuck me.

Last Hope Motel: Devourer

The blood dries in my mouth while the tiny scraps of flesh lie scattered on the blankets. As I look away the sunlight slowly leaves the room through the window throwing me into this darkness, a darkness only lit by the neon sign outside... Tomorrow there won't be a beautiful dawn to stare at, the same way as there won't be someone to share this cold and cloudy night.

It was supposed to be perfect, I know. After you helped me run away from my home there was nothing that could get between us... except ourselves.
I shouldn't have left you, but I panicked. I'm aware I'm just a stupid little girl for running away... I feel so miserable for hurting you...

...I take another bite ripping off a little more skin...

I think of you often. I want to see you again, to hold you... my fingers dial your number with a will of their own, but I can't bring myself to talk to you 'cause I know you're never coming back with me; not since I left in the middle of the night, scared of committing to you...

Now I have nowhere to go; I have no family and no lover; there's no one to look after me. This anxiety's driving me mad... The only thing I do is sit on this corner and eat my fingernails, desperately... what am I saying? I ate my fingernails already... so I've began to tear the flesh off my fingers... if only the pain and the taste of blood in my mouth could cast away this emptiness I'm feeling...

...In this motel days go by one after another monotonously... and I can't sleep with you still living inside of me...