Carry On

Walking through life balancing both of my left feet on a single sharp blade,
I know you’d say that this is hell, but I simply call it home.
I’m used to it – the harsh sound of spilling blood,
The drinks I forgot to have and all of the friends I forgot to call,
All of those times when I said I’d eat healthy,
And that I’d call my mom,
All of those are gone, and I’m just screaming my lungs out,
Drowning in silence,
Drowning in pain.
I know I’m vain,
But I’m not in vain.

Letter to My Unborn Mother

Hello you, I thought I’d stop by,
See how you’re doing.
I just hope you’re fine.
I’m doing well, thanks, and sometimes I miss you,
But most days I go on without thiniking of you.
I hope you’re warm,
Mostly I hope you’re safe.
I hope I’m not a disappointment,
Though you never said you’re proud of me.
I tried my best not to become you,
Not to repeat your past mistakes,
I really hope I managed to do that,
Because most days I feel like a failure.
I’m not in your world, because I shunned it away,
I’m not part of this world either,
Because I lack the basic knowledge on how to be a proper being.
I’m irrational, scared and alone so many times,
I’ve lied to people about you,
About me.
I tried to be the best, and I failed so many times,
I never got the chance to be friendly with people,
And I’m so angry, so often and so wild.
Hi, Mom, I wish I could’ve been better.
I wish you could’ve been better.
For me, for you, for all the gods.
Now let me sleep outside the fogs

Firey Winter

This winter seems so far away,
Yet it brings its shovels and false teeth,
Lurking in shadows of false prejudice,
It seems this shady winter’s here to stay.
It brought our leaders down and tossed them out,
It burned our souls and hopes and dreams together,
And I can’t think about the weather
With all these tears and screams and all the doubt.
It killed my friends, it dug the graves of something greater,
It made my skin crawl, and that’s gonna last forever.
It didn’t kill our spirits though, it fed our monster.
And right now „GG!” is all I can muster.

Umeri

Umerii au fost cândva goi,
Rotunzi şi albi,
Plini de copilărie şi iubire.
Acum atârna spre pământ,
De la prea multe cicatrici
Căci prea mulţi idioţi au fost aici.
Ei m-au scutit de vorbe şi cuvinte,
M-au apărat de dumnezei şi cele sfinte,
De proştii care umblă-n lume
Şi de păcate fără nume.
I-am tot întors spre oameni răi
Care nu aduceau doar ură şi noroi,
Ei clar îşi căutau un nou război
Şi căutau să facă praf din noi.
Acum sunt veştejiți şi oropsiți,
Dar eu sunt încă tânără şi în putere
Acum nu-mi pasă de tâmpiţi,
Dar vreau să-i vindec de durere.
Vreau să le mulțumesc şi să-i sărut,
Să-i apăr eu acum, atunci nu am putut,
Şi să le spun că viaţa grea s-a terminat.
La naiba,-i 6, alarma a sunat….

Girls

Girls like girls,
Soft lips,
Bendy hips
And all the stuff that heavens are made of.
Girls like girls who like girls,
Especially the ones who like boys,
Especially the ones who like to play with your toys,
The ones who make you feel like you’re their toy,
And after that…
Girls like girls,
There’s nothing right with that,
There’s nothing wrong with that.
The sin is sweet,
Their skin is sweeter,
So let them cross the lines.
Girls kiss girls.

Poate

Ganduri de-a valma
Se sterg cu palma,
Nimicuri ascunse
De mine uitate,
De toti sunt nespuse .
Păcate spalate,
Cuvinte albastre,
Păcate sparte,
Si peste tot, peste toate,
Totul e foarte…
Nimic n-are sansa,
Sperante desarte,
Ascunse in sine,
Far’ de cuvinte,
Si poate
Fara de tot si de toate.