Month: December 2018

Are you it, who kept, keeps calling wolf?

Wildly, blindly, a blind child may be
Who am I to say, who am I to blame

Are you it, who kept, keeps, calling wolf?

Throw the first rock; you’re stuck up
Glass castles tend to fall to pieces easier

Who are we together, we kept, we keep calling wolf.

Disagree, belief; your naked clothing
It is a piece of the puzzle, which is growing

Could it complicate me less, could it compliment me less?
As the pieces fall the heart calls

Animals, animals who keep calling wolf.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a detail— you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
Is this you, you are you.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a piece—you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
It this you, you are just you.

Kept, keeps calling wolf
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf.

A door opens another close; you rise, you fall,
it is the grace of life, to be one, to be alone.
It is an empire of dust and fruits; one leads to the other,
life and death hand in hand— it is just life.

It is just life to have it all; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll fear it; you’ll love it so, up and down,
the carousel goes, to be found, to be completely lost.
The caravan of life moves on, despite unfairness,
your fate is yours—it is just life.

It is just life to damned to hell; it is just life you’ll never know;
which seed will crumble or which will grow.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

You’ll love it,
You’ll hate it,
You’ll dream about it,
You’ll forsake it.

It is just life, rough lovingly life;
it is just life, a blessed sin, life.

A door opens another close; you’ll choose hope or despair,
nothing is wrong as well as nothing is fair—
when the dice roll one or six.

It is just life; it is just life,

do what you will and can.

To change the world, if one can,

is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

 

It’s alright,

It’s alright

It’s alright.

 

To change the world, if one can,

Is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

 

Imagine just two, two lives,

colliding faster than the speed of light.

 

Imagine more, than simply two,

conflict is the child issued.

 

It’s alright,

It’s alright,

It’s alright.

 

Heart against heart, world against world—

Is there a difference?

Is there a cause?

 

It could all be a dream, a fantasy for just me—

Would I ever notice?

Would I ever bother?

 

It’s alright,

It’s alright,

It’s alright.

To change the world, if one can,

is to change the hearts of the mortal man.

 

No clear guidance for our cause,

it is meaningless, it all.

 

You are alone amongst thousands,

even in the arms of those you love.

 

It’s alright,

It’s alright,

It’s alright.

 

A war is a war; a man is a man—

a fruit on a tree that grows or will pass on.

You’d ask what life’s greatest gift is

You’d ask what the most precious kiss is

 

When moonlight dances upon your skin;

when an empire chose you to win.

It is the fall of man as we know,

it is a cherry blossom petal storm.

 

You’d ask me what I see

You’d ask me to believe

 

I see stardust walking in the streets,

feet that dance for the weak.

Mother nature blesses your soul,

let this one the world’s happiness hold.

 

It is written in stone, your name

It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

 

It is written in stone, your name

It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

 

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

 

What do I see, what do I see?

Magic, standing before me,

it is in your blood, your bones.

 

What do I see, what do I see?

Magic coursing through me,

it is in your blood, your bones.

Grow as old as ancient trees,

be as weary as tales of old—

would my paradise be less? No.

 

Roar your battle cry against all gods,

be the devil itself—

would my ecstasy be less? No.

 

It is written in stone, your name

It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

 

It is written in stone, your name

It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

 

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

 

You are the most priceless war, a cruel love

You are the demon in us all, a cruel love

 

I’d want nothing less, I’d expect nothing less.

 

Your name, your name

Your name, your name

 

 

 

The dreams of man, mankind, children, woman, womankind; of all of us,

the best of us, queendom and kingdom alike

 

We bury the battle axe; we burn all flags, we tear the walls down,

to build bridges and roads.

 

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

 

To abandon, to lose yourself

To abandon, to lose yourself

 

To abandon, to lose yourself.

 

Lose yourself.

 

A starlit sky, consume us, let dreams pursue us, let the feet lead, let eyes decide where—

hope is the revolution, to fight our own pollution.

 

Cast away the armour, let amour in, it is so easy, easily achieved;

to change, to let the fruit of life grow infinity.

 

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

 

To abandon, to lose yourself

To abandon, to lose yourself

 

To abandon, to lose yourself.

 

Lose yourself.

Be drunk on life, be high on life, be alive in this paradise

Be drunk on life, be high on life, be alive in this paradise

 

We’re stupid, but we are enough

We are idiotic, but enough.

 

It is what fire brings; it is what love sings

To abandon, to lose yourself

 

Lose yourself.

Lose yourself.

Lose yourself.

Lose yourself.

 

To desire, love and dreams—lose yourself completely.

 

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will always remain to be one.

We’re those flowers,
those who need the world to burn,
to bloom.

We’re the highlight of mankind,
Moreover, its fall—
‘cause we’re on the wrong side of history.

Save me, save me,
to save yourself;
I’ll save you, I’ll save you,
to save myself.

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

When the world crumbles,
you will have a hand in yours,
a hand that’ll never let go.

Let’s follow Icarus,
let’s fall as he did—
we will touch the sun and smile.

Find me, find me,
to find yourself;
I’ll find you, I’ll find you,
to find myself.

To make you smile it is anything but a
skinny love, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

We will remain to be one,
we will remain to be loved,
we will remain to one.

The things I do for your smile,
the things you do for mine.

Naturally, naturally,

I’m domesticated cattle living the high life,

I’m preaching peace when I need to fight.

 

Naturally, naturally,

life is a wonder watching from the sideline, “hmmhmm”

life is a dangerous occupation when monotony is the worst vice. “hmmhmm”

 

Domesticated cattle do run along now,

your peak performance is in nigh—when you live our life.

 

Happiness is yours to find,

you are the main character, believe us.

 

You are the peak of the drama,

you are the soul of our story,

as long as you follow the script,

as long as you learn your lines,

as long as you do not question us.

 

Life is beautiful.

 

Naturally, naturally,

The throne is mine, “hmmhmm”

the kingdom is a birthright. “hmmhmm”

 

Naturally, naturally,

Do work until you die treasure will satisfy, “hmmhmm”

no one knows how still it will right? “hmmhmm”

 

Domesticated cattle do run along now,

your peak performance is in nigh—when you live our life.

 

Happiness is yours to find,

you are the main character, believe us.

 

You are the peak of the drama,

you are the soul of our story,

as long as you follow the script,

as long as you learn your lines,

as long as you do not question us.

 

Life is beautiful.

 

It is to do or die,

it is flight or fight,

it is high noon on a dark night.

 

Life is beautiful,

life is beautiful,

life is beautiful.

 

As long as you follow the script,

as long as you learn your lines,

as long as you do not question us.

 

Life is beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

Fare thee well, in the ocean stars do bathe—imagine till life soars, imagine till passion vows.
Grip it by the heart, by the feet; till life itself perceives its defeat.

Compel the knowledge that this soul owes nothing to the fruit bred and grown.
It is to perform revenge so sweet upon creation—may the unfairness believe it.

To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.
To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.

Hysteria, hysteria I welcome you!

Feebleness is a dear acquittance, to learn from the first-hand experience is it not beautiful?
It is to live, to die—a reborn, morning after morning, as a brand-new soul.

Comfort comes, and it goes, welcome the uncertainty it is brand most wonderful.
To not ever be truly satisfied— remain to be on a path for forever more.

To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.
To be genuinely free of fate, admit the meaning in the meaninglessness.

Hysteria, hysteria I welcome thee!

Hysteria, hysteria, I welcome thee!

Thankful is one to be for happiness, moreover for all difficulties.

It is a new age, we need a new face—a single human soul.
To be the spitting image of our cause.

“Two loud claps.”

The old won’t do, the revolution calls—we choose between lesser of evils in us all.
This is it for humankind.

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

Do you think, we can explain ourselves?
If the end of days has a judge can you explain your heart?

“Two loud claps.”
Whether or not we are right or wrong, if we’re weak or strong;
could we hand in hand ever show the thoughts we have?

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

‘Cause it can never be ours,
‘cause it can never be ours.