Tool - Sober

There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called must we,
just before the son has come.

Jesus, won't you fucking whistle?
something but the past and done.

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down.Trust me.

Mother Mary won't you whisper?
Something but what's past and done.
Mother won't you fucking whisper?
Something but the past is done.

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave.

Trust me

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we fuck forever?
I just want to start this over.

I want what I want.

Electric Wizard - Satanic Rites of Drugula

under saturns rays I rest in eternal sleep
dopesmoke violates my tomb and awakens me
clawing from the grave my batwings spread
their blood filled with drugs, so high, so dead

your dope laced blood shows me new highs
bloodlust, druglust, count drugula arise...

strung out on blood I hunt the streets at night
terror from the sky, in batform I strike
your naked body dragged to my darkened crypt
I tie you up, dope you up then your blood I sip

A coisa

A coisa
Arroz de polvo salgado!

"Chuva"

"Chuva"
(imagem referida ao texto "chuva")

quarta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2009

Chuva

O dia cor de cinza guia meus passos, fortes nuvens me mostram tudo em negativos e positivos. Pequenas pingas de uma àgua santa e purificadora caiem em minha cara. Chuva, ela se apresenta com vento e trovoada nos seus mais belos cantos característicos, bela força da natureza, razão de tristeza do ser humano....ou de felicidade para outros seres.

1 comentário:

Cookie Glam disse...

certo! tristeza para os humanos, vida para as plantinhas :P

keep it goin piercing boy! :O

By The cookie wookie!-***