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The ground is overfull of dead
Like hell is full of shouts
Rivers are turning bloody red
Graveyards are buried out

While urban roar and news feed
Do muffle up the moans
Four thousands units are digging a pit

CITYSCAPE

Big grey city, neon lights
Snow is falling down to begin the tide
Cops, shops, people, subway train
Snowfall slowly turned back to rain

This city is looking so grey

Life is a chaos, death is a order,
It's how the universe keeps all things in the borders.
Death is a law, life is a crime,
Every lifeform will be sentenced to die.

Existence is drama, body is a cage,
Dead space is tyranty, living implies rage.
Death is a virtue, life is a sin,

I want to take you to a murky dell
Where coldish air is full of soil smell
Where forest spirits whisper in the shades
This is nature in a virgin state

When woods will drown in a viscous mist
We'll fall asleep among the feral beasts
We need no fire to keep warm at night

HAZE

Night will cover all
Car slides on the turn
Lost it in the woods
Far away from home

Dew is under feet

MISERY PLAINS

Storm will catch me in plains
And leaves me soaked
Rain is blending with tears
Making me choke

I don't have a coat

MY BODY IS A GRAVE

Sometimes i'm thinking 'bout feeling
What breaks a breach through my wall
Nothing makes me amused
My heart is totally cold

Sometimes i'm thinking of love

ON THE LOOSE

Run like a hare
It’s time to fall into despair
Fate is a hound
It keeps you going round and round

We'll never cease

Seven prisoners
Were sitting in one cell
There’s no escape from there
And grief had to befell

When it's getting dark at night
Lust imbue the air
One of them was raped to death

SKELETONS IN CURTAIN PLEATS

To loving you is like making love to mannequin
You have a pretty shell, closed tightly from within
You talk to me, but it's just a word with no expression
You are most out-of-body person i've ever seen

You're hiding skeletons in bedroom's curtain pleats

The autumn bleeds with ruby blood of virgin boys
All of their dreams are blended with wet mud and spittle
It seems like i am guided by an angel voice
Deeper in slums, full of rapists, drunkards and cripples

The nook is stripped by moon like lad by his first whore
Old crones in garlands keep horny dogs in bedrooms
Not sure if silver or just puddles on a floor?