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2014 m. rugpjūčio 8 d., penktadienis

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darkness
like a razorblade
oh shy, so shy
violent
yet lovable
a piece of cake
poisonous
magnificent
so deep in bones
cruel
chained
desirable
like a swan
fake
innocent
so crystal clear
delicious
vivid
addictive
seeds in the earth
fresh
wanted
yours

2014 m. kovo 20 d., ketvirtadienis

A Time Machine

There are times in my life
When I just want to sleep till I die
To avoid anyone alive
To miss all the failures and lie

Sometimes anxiety takes over me
And depression is getting at me
I fear myself, I fear the darkness
But most of all, I fear the fear

Time's about to kill me
I can't master it, can't hold it in my arms
Born too early, born too late
I'm about to lose my mind

Questions are about to kill me
Why me, why now, why here, what for
Never know the right answer, I'm always wrong
And I'm about to explode

I wish I had a time machine,
I wish I had a time machine

I might have killed myself
I might haven't been born at all
Don't chase the time, don't make the questions though
Since I'm here and now, here and now

I wish I had a time machine,
I wish I had a time machine

But I'm here and now, here and now

2014 m. vasario 8 d., šeštadienis

Tales Of Myself

And now I tell the tales
Of who I have become
I tell the tales of pain and horror
I tell the tales of inner peace

Living in the heart of darkest forest
I've never hoped to see the light
Lost in worries, doubting my existence
I've never dreamed of leaving a sign

I left my home, I left my family and friends
And sailed into the sea - unpredictable, strange
I left the peace to find the war
I left warm ground for icy liquid

Sea greeted me with motherly love
My boat was small but dreams were big
I saw the monster, I didn't kill it though
I let it go, I let it run and I was born again

And now I tell the tales
Of who I have become
I tell the tales of pain and horror
I tell the tales of inner peace

I'm not a legend
You don't even know my name
I'm neither brave nor wise
I just tell good tales

2013 m. lapkričio 24 d., sekmadienis

Wasted Youth

I have wasted youth in my hands
These are some years of my life
That gave me lovely scars
That taught me to turn water into wine

All the childish mistakes I made
I remember every single one of them
Every time I thought about suicide
Every day I weared a crown

I used to be young
Now I'm still dumb
All my life I was waiting to grow up
Hell now I miss my wasted youth
I know I failed a lot
But I regret nothing at all

I still remember my first breath of freedom
I will never forget how it teared up my lungs
And that soul who showed me that everything goes on
And all the mates who pointed at me their guns

I was lost, confused and pissed off
I had only dreams and nothing more
I met my fate, I saw it's face
Oh it's not as bad as I thought

I used to be young
Now I'm still dumb
All my life I was waiting to grow up
Hell now I miss my wasted youth
I know I failed a lot
But I regret nothing at all

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