Burried in the lies


When I was a child I heard a lot of stories,
They tried to teach me what was good and what was evil.
They tried to make me one of them,
To make me loyal, good and gentle,
They told me I must not be afraid.
But as I grown up, I realised they lied.
I couldn’t be like them, loyal, good and gentle,
‘Cause I tried to hide my monstruous side.
They taught me there was only a God,
And I had to learn by heart the Holy Bible,
Though it is full of lies and unbelieveble things...

Black Humour – Queen with bloody crown

Bloody ties hanging from the Moon,
Silver chains around your head,
A crowned red-head,
Hiding the truth.
Silent whispers
Vows.
One again,
We are standing
In our deadly sins
Which were made at midnight
By our queen, by our king.

Asta e un fel de joaca, fiecare strofa avand un numar mai mic de cuvinte cu o unitate decat cea precedenta, apoi incepe sa creasca iar...ma rog, mai pe romaneste: prima are 6, urmatoarea 5, apoi 4, 3, 2, 1 si iar...2, 3, 4, 5 si 6


Dirty Lane

Didn’t you know that we’re running up a dirty lane?
Compromise and tolerance, honey.
The dirty lane is the hardest to walk on.
It’s covered up with failures and lies and cheating.
Look around you, baby, look at everyone.
They lose, they win, they lie, they cheat.
They are not honest, they are not honourable.
They, my love, they are not gentlemen.
So take a high-speed ride on this dirty lane.

The “dirty-lane”-ers’d everything for money.
‘Cause money is the reason for everything.
Without money it would be peace.
It would be peace, yes, but chaos.
But don’t ask why and think a little.

Don’t trust any “dirty-lane”-er.
If they could, they’d sell your soul
For our dear dirty priceless money.
I know, you love luxurious life,
But, love, don’t you see we’re running up a dirty lane?
You’d better run as hell behind,
‘Cause dirty lanes lead to death,
to corpses, to desfiguration, to mutilation.

The Wax Doll

My friend, my friend,
Let's make some cherry pie,
Your french girl will love it,
She won't be lost in our lie.

The cherry pie is the best one
For blonde whores with pinky lips.
Our poison will be welcome.
I just regret you won't get some.

But that's alright, 'cause she's so hot,
She'll be burried among the fake dolls,
I'm too exhausted to kiss her mouth,
She'll be lost forever among the lols.

My friend, my friend, don't be upset.
She's only a motherfuckin` plastic doll,
But, oh my God, this is not plastic,
It's just wax, so I set fire to her body.

Pff, nu e cea mai buna, avand in vedere ca nu pot sa scriu despre aceasta French Barbie Doll, insa e malefica plictiseala :-<