You were like the violin I used to play To play my own songs I wrote in those days I let you be next to me As long as you were thinking like me As long as you w...

Der Verstand macht frei! Everyone is in a line We are going through places and times Standstill but moving in ordered chaos All kind of things we experience at...

You are weeping, tou tremble, you sob, you sweat Numb, you can't run away Sweat, sob, tremble You're scared What are you terrified of? Sleeping under an olive ...

You said you were not doing it again Follow the thoughts Get caught in between Two poles make you undefined Is it worth to try again? You are weaving still the ...

The roots of our ID, that strive for perfection, are deep in our imperfection Hidden passion is building an ideal world Never to be achieved but we have to resi...

A face that doesn't define me anymore I have to leave it where it belongs It was bringing me questions I had already solved Transformation of what I mean Meani...

I'm preparing your place to rest So you can sleep and forget your fear of death To say thanks is too late maybe my tears will wash everything away I'm preparing...

She dries flowers in the middle of The waves It's not sure for whom Is it mal d' amour? She doesn't like to die but it gives her taste of paradise She demands i...

Civilization of animal for the last rapid era Has led us to misty, disheartened yet prosperous times We all languish for oblivion Autocratic narcissists desire ...

Let's go to the playground Today we will play between the fires and castles from the sand I expect you'll all come Your lives, please leave them to the neighbou...

She has lived a wonderful life She had a great father and also a mother She wanted to be perfect and have a perfect life The goal was high but she was prepared ...

Ride on the way through the desert of our lives Ride along the way to the point where the sun shines bright Riding but never get there Is it allowed just to wa...

Flags bind up on the lights Along the streets dumb witnesses of stories about human lives, about The history that never dies They can tell us about pride, strug...

Conscious of worlds Being in Melting one into another, into me In need of a place to hide The question is above your head How can you hide the neck from the han...

I tremble on it's ironic jokes The wrath of decaying corpse is a grotesque end for a tragic comic play We are insignificant men confronting ourselves with a po...

Thinking about the moments and things that use to be All that unimportant stupid little things that make my past, Make me and all the people I lived with some a...

Words! A word, an idea brought into life to be disdain It's a skill of our tongue The better you lie the better you are! Words don't give the truth, Able to li...