Κιεγαμώ τους Stixoi.

I can hear your yearnings
your anguished cries
let the nourishment pass you by
as it leaves you without
without a trace
it leaves you without the scars

it's a day of the ruins
the time of your relief
it's a day of the judgements
the day of your beliefs

bitter is the end
the end of your cry
let your nourishment pass you by
it'll leave you without
without your faith
it'll leave you without your grace

it's a day of the ruins
the time of your relief
it's a day of the judgements
the day of your beliefs

Forever.

Always living on the line of what you think is right or wrong,
there was a time when even I could not bear to be alone,
needing someone or something that is not mine to call my own,
to have and hold.

Severing the only line of trust that you once thought you had,
now that I can see past you I can start to be a man,
death to me seems no mistake for I have yet to hate,
so can you see my pain, can you feel my pain, can you see my...

This, is my world,
and I see, what you don't,
Forever, wanting more,
life breathes, from our soul.

Looking into bloodshot eyes mesmerized they can't look back,
slowly turning in my mind is the visions of your death,
finding truth amongst my lies but not accepting now i grow,
and gain control.

Opening to inner sanctums that you do not understand,
having no respect for life and taking it with my bare hands,
always searching with contempt for ways to rid my pounding head,
from this place.

This, is my world,
and I see, what you don't,
Forever, wanting more,
life breathes, from our souls.

Vintersorg - The Essence

An extension of the theories
Gravitates across the seas
Changing the accepted terms,
But still it only confirms
That it is as equal close (or far)
To an atom as it's to a star

We know that signals trigger nerves,
But what starts the signal's curves?
That's in charge of every thought,
From that source our conscious is taught
That it is as equal close (or far)
To an atom as it's to a star

So, is knowledge a friend or a foe?
'Cause you don't suffer from what you don't know
But in arguments we hunt the reasons
That explains the Thesis's seasons
Chaos, order and complexity,
That challenges our intellectuality
For things that lie in the asymmetric hole,
For too long, we've given the Devil that role

We're the parameter that draws
The map of the existing laws
To break those laws isn't a crime,
It solved Newton's conflict with "time"

Into the arena Einstein stepped
And widened the universal concept
He opened a new detecting phase,
But Dark Matter is still a maze

Analysis with a microscope
Only tenses the polymathic rope
In that focus we eagerly stir,
But the focus seems more like a blur

"Our quest of the highest theory,
Is controlled by that theory,
So the way we think
Is the closest link?
An expedition through different views
Gives us richly faceted clues,
Let us focus on some of the elements
That's a source for endless experiments"

Kyuss - Yeah

Yeah

I am oh so fascinated,
I am oh so entertained,
Standing here like a comedian,
I repeat what I say, again and again and again
until the meaning has become an imitation of itself,
An impression of an original defeats the fucking purpose.
I don't know where this is going,
but it's looking more and more like the same place that we started.

Oh good God, holy shit, the joke's on us, not on them.
Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

Oh good God, holy shit, the joke's on us, not on them.
Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

And everybody's watching the lead singer in the band.
The guitars exploding to a drumbeat that's driving.
It's pretty fucking boring, oh don't you think?
And of all the things we'd ask,
of all the ways we'd like for it to be,
they're just drunken conversations,
song lyrics sung at the top of our lungs so desperately.
Like I believe in a power that is of and by the people?
I believe in an art that cannot be compromised.
I believe all will endure, and all will overcome.
And I will sing it until I no longer remember the reason.
What was the reason?

Oh good God, holy shit, joke's on us, not on them.
Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

Oh good God, holy shit, joke's on us, not on them.
Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything (note the lack of question mark)
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll ever be...yeah...

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine



(we...we belong together...)

:thumbsup: :pink:

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κάλκυ έχεις ωραίο γούστο

:oops:

There's a man lying down in a grave somewhere
With the same tattoos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of sex aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, my eyes

This is me here now
Pining like a dog, whining like a dog in a thick harbour fog
Waiting for a ship that will make him sick
And when the ship comes, big trouble
His trouble will begin

And the church bells chime the colour of wine
And the angels devil fight to snatch back the last time

And there's a man lying down with a ???
With the same taboos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of sex aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, my eyes

This is the dark age of love
This is the dark age of love
This is the dark age of love
This is the dark
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down somewhere

Somewhere

Μια που τα πιάσαμε......

Are you ready to go now?

Ground floor: perfumery,
Stationery and leather goods,
Wigs and haberdashery,
Kitchenware and foods
Going up
Going up

First floor: telephones,
Gents' ready-made suits,
Shirts, socks, ties, hats,
Underwear and shoes
Going up
Going up

Second floor: carpets,
Travel goods and beddings,
Materials and soft furnishing,
Restaurant and teas
Whoa
Going up

It just is.

A Psychotic Waltz

sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me
and if life's worth it's living at all
sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down
and they say that I'm living it wrong

as the days pass by
I watch as the net closes in
as they circle around in my head
turning and winding
in circles, in circles they spin
never ending beginning the end

look now sweet child
deep into my room
the door is open and the air is warm
close your eyes
feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs

sometimes it would feels so right
if the angels called me to the sky
sometimes it feels good just to be alive
though our paths are blind
I can see a lightened end on mind

still now I search
for the spirit that torments my soul
as the priest shields his face from the wind
looking at lost life and darkness
my eyes shall not see
makes me laugh when he calls it all sin

you're all slaves of the priest
and you'll just sing it over
and over, and over, and over
and over, and over, and over
and over..

Ostracized

legions, upon legions
roam the roads to no where,
street wise ragged with rage
fucked by society, left outside,
the systems cold embace

insane, unsafe, labelled

rouge warrior, veteran
defender of nations, savage
scars unable to heal
mental derelict, refused
admission, tagged the wretched
of this land

just another hard luck story,
just another day
just another twisted manic, just
another throw away
just another beggar beggining,
get out the way
straight talk falls on deaf ears
go ask the man under the bridge
he is the man under the bridge
has no place for his head to lay
he is the man under the bridge

left out, locked out, cast out,
rejected

just another...

ostracized

drive down the street can't find my keys to my own fucking home
i take a walk so i can curse my ass for being dumb
i make a right after the arches, stinking grease and bone
stop at the supermarket, people stare like i'm a dog
i'm goin' to lukin's...
i got a spot at lukin's...
i knock the door at lukin's...
open the fridge, now i know life is worth
i find the key, but i return to find an open door
some fucking freak who claims i fathered, by rape, her own son
i find my wife, i call the cops, this day's work's never done
the last i heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun

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