„No” is just a word
That started echoing in my mind,
But there are no ears that hear it,
And now I’m deaf and blind.
I do want not to see,
And do want not to hear
Silences thrusting in my head,
Visions of past that left me dead,
All of the sounds that I am trying to forgive,
All of the things I did not dare to dream.
„No” is a word,
A distant memory,
Left everything that was inside
Just right outside of me.
Si stii ca mi-e greu sa plec,
Iar vorbele tale au gust de petale,
Si stii ca e usor sa-mi spui sa fug,
Si fug, si fug, si nu te-ajung.
Esti greu, departe si suspin,
N-am aer si iertare si scăpare.
Linişte e-n tot, nu sunt cuvinte,
Dragostea ta are aroma de morminte.
Orele trec încet, si timpul tot aleargă,
Îmbătrânesc tot asteptand, tot suspinând.
Fără putere lasi totul in mine,
Oras cu gust amar de suflet si ruine.
Inspiratie:
Skinny eyes with skinny ties,
All of this is made of lies.
Hungry words for hungry dogs,
Inside me everything clogs.
Fatty shivers, fatty livers,
All this meat on me delivers.
Extra pounds of extra sounds
Make this world go out of rounds.
All my stories are forgotten,
Lime with water, inside rotten,
And the scale is not my friend.
I will die. This is the end.
We are kings and we’re forgotten,
From the stars we hit rock bottom,
We lost horses, arms in battles,
Everyday we chocked on apples.
See, the time is not that free,
Father, son, and me – we’re three
Of jointed and forsaken mystery,
Of endless, starchy misery.
Toxic sounds that fill my ears,
Toxic sounds through all these years,
All the words that left your mouth
Left me broken, filled with doubt.
Toxic eyes that never dream,
Toxic eyes of hate supreme,
All the looks and colors full,
You are just a rock – so dull.
Toxic fingers, filled with poison,
Toxic fingers, so unchosen,
All you left behind was burnt,
All I have on me is hurt.
Holy moly of unholy,
I remember the truth wholly,
I remember tears at night,
Everything was dark and fight.
On the inside, I am rot,
On the outside, I am not,
But with tears and lost and found,
I am worth a half of pound.
Holy moly, shit of ashes,
Look at all the time that passes,
Seconds, minutes, hours long,
Everything I did was wrong.
Love wins the battle,
But not the war.
Inside my heart there’s nothing,
And all I am is sore
From all the breathing and the bruising.
Tell me who finishes this time?
Is it the sparkly angel,
Or devils – hundred, at one dime?
Love lies when you tell me
It conquers with its might.
I gave up all the feelings,
I want to lose this fight.