sábado, 12 de junho de 1999

What’s hollow inside?

From the moment I was born

I have had these strange dreams,

A feeling inside me so strong

That nothing is as it seems…


Kisses seemed to feel good and warm…

But now they taste cold, like rain.

School seemed nice and educative…

When it really is a house of torture and pain.

Friends seemed to be sincere and trustable…

Instead they double cross and lie.

Love seemed to be of eternal happiness…

But came to be hollow inside.


Can’t disguise the dissolution

From the hope I had for

The world that surrounds me…

There’s nothing more…

quarta-feira, 9 de junho de 1999

Be harmed

Don’t hide from me,

Don’t be so scared,

Cause you’re free

To insult anyone

Your eyes can see…


Believe in your words,

Believe in your stupidity,

No one said this world

Is made of clever ones

Yeah, just like me…


Speak the things

You can’t say…

Speak the words

Which cause pain

Forget the guns

Yeah, the guns

That makes you afraid…


Stop caring for you,

Stop you’re a slave

Of health beauty and truth…

These are noble feelings, which will

Make you an early grave…


Bring out the strength,

Bring out the pain

Which was once silent…

Cause there will rain

No more me…


Speak the things

You can’t say,

Speak the words

Which cause pain…

Forget the sun

Oh, the sun

That shines in the rain…