Κιεγαμώ τους Stixoi.

ε και μιας και τα λέμε αυτό το καιρό

Hey brother christian with your high and might errand,
Your actions speak so loud, I cant hear a word youre saying.
Hey sister bleeding heart with all of your compassion,
Your labors soothe the hurt but cant assuage temptation.
Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure,
Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
Hey mother mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?
And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all my decisions
With a quick wink of the eye
And a god you must be joking!
Hey mr. diplomat with your worldly aspirations,
Did you see the children cry when you left them at the station?
Hey moral soldier youve got righteous proclamation,
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.
And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all of my decisions
I want to conquer the world,
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
Ill do away with air pollution and then all save the whales,
Well have peace on earth and global communion.
I want to conquer the world!

Mias kai to akouw touth th stigmh kai gamaei to sympan:

Enveloped in a sentiment,
A sound that rushes over me.
Engage an impulse to pretend
I have a faith as pure.
Not forgetting what it means to dream.
Indulging everything.
Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength
Of those I yearn to be.
Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.
Reckless thoughts survive.
Anachronistic and impulsive.

And what will happen?
Will I dream?
I am too scared to close my eyes.
For a second please hold me.
None can change in me these things that I believe.
But I don't know what happens now.
I am too scared to close my eyes

Enveloped in a sentiment,
A sound that rushes over me.
Engage an impulse to pretend
I have a faith as pure.

Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.
Reckless thoughts survive.
Anachronistic and impulsive.

I say hey rock n rolla
power in your hands
you and your music
make me rockin man
!

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Originally Posted by cancer

I say hey rock n rolla
power in your hands
you and your music
make me rockin man
!

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:beerz:

burning re mounia!

i was awake dreaming
of new Dystopias to run to
and hide within
and new faves to wear
AND NEW BODIES TO INHABIT
and new lies to guzzle
AND HOW I LOVED THE MOON
and its sheets of seeds
the moon tiding in your body
the smell of your blood breathing
and its taste in the sea
in the south shining my feet
till it seemed as if they were made with dew
there are pearls of huge beauty in the sunset
moontime for lying heads
their snakefaces
have burrowed into this world
from Har Megiddo time
whilst kissing the Bronze king
whilst kissing the Copper king
whilst kissing the Silver king
whilst kissing the Golden king
give into Mammon
and then kill Caesar can not come
both brothers have sodomised
the given sky
then kill Caesar
oh kill Caesar
black ships eat skies
and pumpkin pies
and cross their hearts
and so carry on
and cannot die
and devour the skies
so then kill Caesar
then kill Caesar
tarmac angels
burst into the seafoam
the end sees blood
it's buzzing like flies
and skipping-tops clown
a rich harvest of berries
planetary Israel
mother and father
blue and gold
beauty Israel
but then kill Caesar
then kill Caesar
the sunset comes
and then becomes
a million sunrises
shuddering at once
but then kill Caesar
black ships invade the Realm
then kill Caesar
then kill Caesar
then kill Caesar
then kill Caesar

Ναι, είναι ο καλύτερός τους δίσκος.

Οκ, μαζί με το Thunder Perfect Mind

Υποχθόνια, σαν subliminal message, θα ποσταριστεί ολόκληρος.

Μια εξαιρετική ιδέα

[color=brown]And am I born to die?
And lay this body down?
And as my trembling spirits fly
Into a world unknown

A land of deeper shade
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot

Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be

Waked by the trumpet

εκλεπτυσμένο spamming; =)





This autistic Imperium
With paint and spick and span
Is Nihil Reich
Whilst wine calls meat
My friend at teatime
Wonders at the weight
Of the armies that wait
For Golden Caesar
Have face of Beast
With lips of long love wasted
In Trojan seas
I called God on the phone
Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface
He told me death arises for Bloodface
Doctor without possibilities of crime
(let's call that "pixie time")
To make light of the shouting in my head
I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies
I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies
Who inhabit the stealing time
I got this from the night-owl singing:
"Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?"
If the Great Turk eats Empire
Well is that countdown?
Or just Twinkletoes eating his face?
Whilst the wicked incense batters the church
Outside the church
Outside the church walls
Bloodface waits
He is twisting time
And selling sweets to sweethearts
Who have painted mountains for money
They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens
Autistic Imperium
You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre
Out of this world
Christ made a dance
Which turned into a trance
A thousand pick-axes are stored in Babylon
Destroyer! Nihil Reich!
Empty as the face
I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs
God made a nothing out of nothing
He called the swand to roost in the ruins
Of fast-food lakes
And I say like Lazarus I arise in time
For tea and toast and judgement
And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill

Αυτό έψαχνα αλλά δεν το είχε στο σονγκμηνινγκς
Το πιό εκλεπτυσμένο που παίζει, λοστ :)

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Originally Posted by Queen of the Hi-Ace

Four four almost infinite
when i peeked inside
i did not see chalice or grail
god wasn't there
in the darkness
the curtain tearn
i already saw
black ships ate the sky
and flying moons
scare children
the dusk blue breakes
and the bluebotles laugh
the trees all fall and i hear collapse
but smile and nod and watch the dim sunset
whilst the cocktail clash
bleak glass domes
make shivers in my peacock eye
and i am all Thumbelina
i died for you all
and if i took the time
to take your time
and sleep this time all the way home
and watch the eggtimers bubble and wink
there's a face behind a gun
that sleeps behind the owl
the matinee is showing in town sunset
and we tumble into the cardboard sunset
dim
birdsong
teethless
sunset
the flowers smile

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παραήταν πίσω.

δε γκζερω τι λετε αλλά οι καλύτεροι τους στίχοι παραμένουν αυτοί

I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
That actually existed just in your head
Your fingernails painted black
Or bloodred
I forget

And your fake-leather volumes
Jabbering on hell
Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail
Your eyes tried so hard to glitter

A star-snuffing black
So you opened your books
And you opened your legs
And so opened your heart
And let in the badness
You claimed
As your friend
With un-angels hovering
Like flies round the orchard
That had covered your soul
Their empire increasing
And your country
Deserted by yourself

The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
That life is with end
And the gestures can kill us
Moreover destroy
And there is one jugdement only

Your letters came daily
In French or in German
But they meant to me nothing
I caught the slow cords
And dry ice fogging your mind
I see all too clearly now
Why you should be discarded
And though I could pray for you
I probably shan`t
Having had my cup filled up
With your lies
And your makeup
You were nothing
Thinking you`re something

And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
A sign to myself
And the memory of my past
I still write this gothic lovesong
And the memory of my past
And a way to shut out your face

how can i go home
with nothing to say
i know you're going to look at me that way
and say what did you do out there
and what did you decide
you said you needed time
and you had time

you are a china shop
and i am a bull
you are really good food
and i am full
i guess everything is timing
i guess everything's been said
so i am coming home with an empty head

you'll say did they love you or what
i'll say they love what i do
the only one who really loves me is you
and you'll say girl did you kick some butt
and i'll say i don't really remember
but my fingers are sore
and my voice is too

you'll say it's really good to see you
you'll say i missed you horribly
you'll say let me carry that
give that to me
and you will take the heavy stuff
and you will drive the car
and i'll look out the window and make jokes
about the way things are

how can i go home
with nothing to say
i know you're going to look at me that way
and say what did you do out there
and what did you decide
you said you needed time
and you had time

Tongues

[Music: Henriksson, Johansson, Sundin]
[Words: Sundin]

Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves

I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcise these searing, pecking tongues
Immune you say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of wisdom

A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress

No power left to retrieve my stolen language
filtered through the illiterate fingers of death

Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam

On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune

The red square patterns, dragonrise and
evenclaw
decoying from pandemonic symmetry

Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
the streak of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black tongues
aching to lick me back to life
to inject their truths within me

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