Category: Melody

At the edge where the flowers are wicked,
I want to be between the pages you read,
Whisper you my tale of a honey tragedy,
Black satin with cherry seams in agony.

There’s so much luck,
Stay alive and stuck,
Last bits of my blood,
Drink all of it up,
There’s so much luck,
Last bits of my blood,
Stay alive and stuck,
Drink all of it up.

Baby of the charcoal night,
Bath in the new moon’s light,
You paid your sorrow debts,
Above the cloudy cotton sky,
Come and find me by mistake,
In the place of pleasant death,
Kill me, I wish for endless rest.

The body hasn’t been found yet,
But if they ever do, it won’t look well.
Eyes of gray, where ghosts like to dwell,
Covered in leaves, it looks like he just fell,
It’s a man whose dreams made his hell,
In his presence, you couldn’t really tell.
If he ever passed you by, you wouldn’t look,
Because you know very well, it’s much better,
When such a pain doesn’t make your weather.

Vison covered in flakes, look, It’s such a mess,
Days go buy, I wake up shedding like a snake.

Troubled sleep in the midnight light,
Hearing waves, consuming breath,
You are still there, behind my eyes,
I drown, you never lend a hand.

Now that I am stuck here,
I’ll give myself some air,
I’m not the only one,
But rest would never tell.

My dreams, conclusions, enemies,
Packed the bags and left my stay,
Thought it was the pain I’m blinding,
Turns it’s the empty hole I’m hiding.

Love that hides behind this,
Is closer than your eyelids,
Take a look within yourself,
Who’s the one who knows you well?

You are so bright,
Colours are right,
I would eat you,
Dead or alive, will,
Creep inside, and,
Out of your mind,
Hell, it’s not alright.

Beautiful baby darling,
You are lovely.
It’s a hard thing,
What I said before,
Means nothing,
If you let me go.
It’s something,
And it’s the last thing,
That I said to you.
I really hope this one thing,
Finds it’s way to you,
You are lovely,
Life just turns out bad for you.

Warrior,
From the land of thousand sheeps,
Where they couldn’t fall asleep,
Your smell, puts me down so well,
I would gladly fall into your dreams.

It’s mornig, six o’ six,
Your beauty really speaks.
Gotta check my six,
Looking for a kitty,
Whose family was a wild mix.
Long, white socks in knee high tops,
Baby, you wear them well.
In this jungle,
We could write a fairytale,
But I gotta fly,
Baby, bye bye.

Haven’t found the ashtray,
Air is thick in smoke,
Need to take a break.
So hard to breathe,
Water instead of air,
I want to be relieved.

Now that you called me,
Move heartchanis to my neck.
Ceiling rains down like it’s May,
The green sea is bleeding veins,
Someone,
Please,
Help my faith!

You can’t pretend,
I don’t need a cure,
I need a fire wood,
But my bad ways,
Won’t keep my head straight.

Can’t find my way,
Circling rooms in haze,
I hear squeaking,
I came so far, now,
I’ll cradle this down.

Please, darling,
Straighten your back,
You got books to write,
About all the places,
All the faces,
About the shoe laces,
That tie you down, 
Down to the ground.
Baby,
Come on,
Now!

You can’t pretend,
I don’t need a cure,
I need a fire wood,
But my bad ways,
Won’t keep my head straight.

I gave you my sixth,
Baby mouse,
I have three more left.