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Seven Birds

 

Someone got hurt by the spider

All those blank areas were not wanted sweet oblivion

Everyone drunk at this dinner

Barking dogs and bloody questions, think i'm ready hearing

Explanations yet long after promises of journeys to disgress.

Some of them say "influential", others say he didn't crawl when he loved

Pictures of my self-made hiding castle

Protecting the children we were,they're coming to run over us

Starting of a long inquiry

isn't it better in my place? there i won't get letters

I don't feel any hate for no one

It won't ever change your appeasing voice

Don't need any understanding, six months of recluded life, long gone...

Seven birds flew by then...

Hard to move

 

If kindness was a power

Then would it be enough

Enough to sail accross the ocean of your decline

I'd jump overboard

 

As i whispered secrets on your ear

you cried this aloud

Should i have any reason to fear

The blood on your mouth

So hard to move

 

If you have one more suggestion to make

Then write me down a line

But please don't throw another of your curses on my

Tiny drying heart

As i stumble from the highest step

Please wait for me down

Only one season rules your rainy life

and the blood on your mouth

So hard to move

 

Under red lights

A last sight of the city

Before we hit the clouds

Overseas i'll wait for you to come

Hold my breath for a minute

To make sure belts are locked

Looking for a safer place than home

Feel my limbs all moving

Not that i asked for

Run the risk to speak without a point

action faces reason

in this bloody run

one last chance for us to split apart

pause and rest for a minute

I hope i'm far enough

I should pay more attention to the clock

Under arrest for a vision confessed to the heart of a whore

down in the quicksand we 'll send you a million applauses in reward

Under red lights, speaking without a point.


Peanut-eye

 

Are you safer now?

Orphan crazy child

Stolen in the clouds

Do we owe you a lot?

Peanut-eye

Among all the things we did

There's one for which you're back here

I swear that we haven't slept more than an hour

For this we apologise

Well, nothing we did was right

you came down here out of the blue

oh...Peanut-eye

May you sit at this table?

Now you're old enough

Did we make you cry?

Did this hurt that much?

Your vision was blurred by dirt

By demons that once kissed you

I swear that we haven't told more than a lie

We didn't expect you to find

The house where you grew up once

We were meant to cleanse your mind

Young peanut-eye

In the barn is the straw that you're looking for

The very last straw

Take a light and a candle in the drawer here

No more pain in your heart

Peanut-eye.

 

The Lion's kiss

 

Warmth,under a subdued light

silky matter all around

Oh!i can feel the threat

of your claws which point me out...

 

Oh!Can't you see the plight?

Drag me out of my ocean

No!You can't take me now

Sick and tired yet still unborn

 

Wait...i give up the fight

cut the rope and i'm all yours

Strange...how it looks outside

cold as if to keep me alive

 

Course the sores stand as a sign

this was your only try

Course the lions kiss on the mouths

Give them just one more try!

oh no...precious home is so far from me

heading on a wall

oh no...never felt this headache before

falling down the hole

 

On a mission

a red hair fortune teller is settled on top of a hill,waiting for her host

to please.

She keeps her secret underneath pictures of apple trees.

Locked up in her house she's sleeping.

Mrs Rose believe me, you can not be safer than you are

Mrs Rose upon the hill,you can not be bigger than you are

Red eyes guardians dressed in green leather are marching in

Make sure that she won't be killed.

And she waits for me to bring the precious things that she needs

i'm going on a mission...

Can i add a rule to the game?

How come that the neighborhood they never dare to speak your name?

Am i trapped in a cage?

Don't say you apologise,i'll never be your host again...

Mrs Rose believe me, you can not be safer than you are

Mrs Rose dont cry for me, i could not be as brave as you are.

 

Porcelain tandem

 

Sunny spells won't blind our eyes

Mar the beauty of your heart

But i keep wary of instinction

I can't help from watching out

Loneliness is always required

To gather all the good of our

Porcelain rolling tandem

Growing fear of dusty smiles

Hold me tight, we won't be stolen

Scattered showers gone at last

Sheltered from the storm we laughed

cause we don't fear the troublemakers

Hiding quiet in our eyes

We're all familiar.

 

Bastard sons

 

Cristal eyeball

Finger prints

Tightened up like siamese twins

An old comon fright dwindled in peace

Heart beating fast, pressed on my skin

She said we were all bastard sons

Motion starts like speading trains

The blood on the tracks has run through your veins

Now we're one and the same.

 

Reckon the haze

most of this will take a while

eversince you lit this candle

a blackened air has filled your lungs

there's no use banging your head

against the front door of the windmill

no one ever closed that door

Guide me to the park where we'll both die

it's been a while since you and i have not dug a grave

Guide me in the dark,where we'll both hide

you know it's time for you and i to reckon the haze

sleepy time will clear it out

it will help to burry the sores then

if only you could save your soul

most of this will take a while

crack a smile,it's just a fancy

this is what you are singing...

 

One last record

i travel through your world

in case you step on mine

cause we're all sat upon

treasures to be robbed

no time to call

the solitary man

got to be a map

lost in the river banks

know that i can see

know that i can breathe

know that i can hear

know that i can sleep

distance is a scheme that we can compromise

a million faces back in time

still that look in your eyes

put down your gun

i've already been tried

i traveled through your world

in case you'd step on mine

 

The soldier's break

Heard the soldier dying in my hall

Sharpest blades got to sculpture in my bones

Stroke down in my throat

Absent colors brighten up my clothes

Fear the beggar hangin' round your door

Feeding up your goats

Lighting up the fire that burned your soul

Northern sailers parked their unheard boats

Second blast'til heart goes beating strong

bursting into drops

I don't want you to fly

all overhead

on me

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