to taste in men k to black eyed einai ta kalitera k ton painrei opoios de simfwnei
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to taste in men k to black eyed einai ta kalitera k ton painrei opoios de simfwnei
Εγώ δεν συμφωνώ αλλά δεν τον παίρνω. Εσύ έχεις ροζ αβαταρ ορ σθνγκ.
Χαλαρά και το Peeping Tom as well όμως.
My friend
Sits at the drum
His magic hand
Feels nothing but
Time
Nothing but time
My old friend
Sits at the drum
His magic mind
Doesn't feel anything
American Flag is behind
If I could stand
To be less difficult
My new friend
Plays drums all the time
Her magic heart
Feels everything
She plays the difficult parts and I play
Difficult
She goes shoop shoop eh doop shoop eh doop
Shoop eh doop eh doop eh doop
We go shoop shoop eh doop shoop eh doop shoop eh
Doop eh doop
If I could stand
To be less difficult
i think you're crazy
maybe
oh my angel, are you sick or are you bored
of the lines we've drawn to fall in
when the feeling is more than we can afford?
(planes mistaken for stars - spring divorce)
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken,
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his pen--
threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
Ενόψει του live:
The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn’t finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind
I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken
When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens
The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn’t finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind
Things you’d expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me
Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn’t trade
Haemoglobin και α'ι' σιχτιρ :touched:
Ντηπες :touched:
Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock/The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire/I have memories no deeper than this glass and some besides that stretch history twice/In a super 8 film colour haze, a scratched nostalgia that runs through my cogs - shot through the fog; time taking care of whatever I cared about/ So you are lost somewhere in here - your body, a raft,spinning towards the falls/Your death claimed me too - there were two throats in the noose but mine now swallows whiskey, mine is not now bruised/The black mouth of this month, bruised lips, black ice, forms a sickly smile across London's sky
Μόουντ;
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I’m hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I’m hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
I'll kill myself today
If we choose devotion over a low life
I'll kill myself today
If you put direction into a world with no daylight
Violent roleplay
Codeine champagne
The brainwash came free
Love you, leave me
Skin vision
Oh, and your leatherette eyes,
You make me cum
There's glitter in the gutter
And silence what we come from
I'll kill myself today
If you pull the punches and the sex drive
I'll kill myself and name
Make the cut to castrate and send me to the frontline
Berlin, Tokyo
Bloodlust, tight rope
Ghost of, parties
Need you, hate me.
Skin vision
Oh, and your leatherette eyes,
You make me cum
There's glitter in the gutter,
And silence what we come from
I know who you are
I know who you are
We can keep a secret
I know where you come from
Surprise! you're dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes
See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it
When you were alive and when you were in love
And when I took it from you!
It's not over yet
You don't remember?
I won't let you forget
The hatred I bestowed
Upon your neck with a fatal blow
From my teeth and my tongue
I've drank and swallowed, but it's just begun
Now you are mine
I'll keep killing you until the end of time
Surprise! you're dead!
Guess what?
It never ends...
The pain, the torment and torture, profanity
Nausea, suffering, perversion, calamity
You can't get away
Ξανά με τους κακούς,
τους μίζερους και απρόσωπους
η ζωή με απομόνωσε
και νιώθω άτυχος
που πίσω μου σε αφήνω,
γλυκέ μου τύραννε,
που ο ύπνος μου ήταν ύπνος σου
Ξανά με τους κακούς,
τους φίλαυτους και είρωνες
κάθε μέρα ξοδεύομαι
και νιώθω αδικημένος
που τελικά σε χάνω,
γλυκέ μου θάνατε,
που πέθαινα όταν πέθαινες
Ξανά με τους κακούς,
ανέραστους, ζηλιάρηδες και συμπλεγματικούς
μοιράζομαι τραπέζι,
στιγματίζομαι απ’ αυτούς
Σ’ ένα προσκύνημα στα πόδια της
ζητώ παρηγοριά,
αυτής που στα 16 της
δεν ήτανε γριά
και δε μας έλεγε ανώριμους,
όταν ήμαστε παιδιά
Ξανά με τους κακούς,
υποκριτές και υπόγειους,
η ζωή με ισοπέδωσε
και είναι πάνω απ’ τις δυνάμεις μου
να σε ξαναλατρέψω,
μικρέ μου εφιάλτη,
που η ήττα μου ήταν νίκη σου
Did you realise no one can see inside your view,
Did you realise forwhy this sight belongs to you.
:mov:
