Category: Melody

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.

My mistake, thinking I should love you,
Shouldn’t blame, it would be so ugly,
I am sorry, but I found my way away,
You are not a part of my life, any way.

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Mouthful of diamonds,
My mouth is full of silence,
I will scratch and bleed the sky,
Whatever we are going through,
I will be praying for you.

It feels like life is bleeding latex bloodveins,
Cry me a lake full of violet bracelet laces,
In a sweater made of jeansed weather.
Heart is missing, bones are itching,
You would gladly keep on stitching,
But you can’t walk this way no more,
Little baby doll, you are such a whore.

Between day and night,
From yes to no,
What’s inside my mind,
You never know,
You better hold on tight,
We will make it right,
Take a bloody bath in light,
Share pain at night,
In this fuckery we might,
Finally feel alive.