…its your ideal world, you are my cousins, you have chosen another score, you diliver your fucks new rats, they eat sick people, so you have decided, its like in natzi world, the rooms are violent, not the gas chambers…

…Trapped in autumn, buried beneath the leaves To the echo of the summer softly weeping Sinking further in this sanguinary sea Painting pain with pastels through her cemetery eyes Into the night we ride, scars wide open…

…shoulder, your arms around me, prevent me of bordom. I come from the northern sky, i guess, you never seen the northern lights, the sky is like a window, it is the universums painting, you cant paint it of your own. I can…

…Olly olly oxen free Hide and go weep No more Unless you want to Chorus Dine on glass Wine on blood Baby, love the hard way Baudelaire in Braille Baby, love the harder way Once you lose yourself entomb I promise you to…

…wold The villages go by like trees The rivers and the hills The forest and the streams Children gaze open mouth Taken by suprise Nobody down below believes their eyes We're surfing in the air We're swimming in the…

…upon The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail, He was the moon painting you With its glow so vulnerable and pale. Love's the Funeral Of Hearts And an ode for cruelty, When angels cry blood On flowers of evil in bloom…

…twenty-five But I am still alive. I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide And with the sea I did abide. I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow And when the yards broke…