Perfection

I'll love you so much, I'll hate you even more
I'll be your wife, as i'll always be your whore
I'll be your assasin, the one that you'll adore
I'll shake your grounds, you'll shake my core

You'll be my priest, to you I'll confess and pray
Though I'll be on my knees, to me you will obey
You'll love the way I fold, but most the way I play
Still you won't ever listen to a single word I'll say

You'd sooner die then listen to me when I talk
Except for those dirty words I say when we fuck
I'll never care to share, your dreams I'll only mock
You'll run out of gas as I'll run out of luck

You'll never admit you need me by your side
You'll do anything for just once to see me cry
I know you'll cheat and mostly that you'll lie
(Don't bother, honey, so will I)

But the truth will always be there so all can see
We're so perfect for each other, you and me
Designed by God and raised by the Devil we'll be
Though chained together, we couldn't be more free

Love

Perverted thaughts and celtic knots
The thaught of you inside me rots
So does your body on my floor
I needed less, but wanted more.

It's oh so sad, and such a waste
You wanted from my love to taste
I switched the bottles, served you hate
I was too early, you were too late

And now I watch your burning corpse
I have no guilt and no remorse
You thaught I'd love, you were so wrong
I kiss your lips, and sing a song

I reach my goals, I win, you lose
I clean the gun, untie the noose
I hide the poison, wash my hands
Your journey stopped, mine never ends.

Trei, sau povestea unui oarecare el

Trei femei, si el.
Tacere deplina
Noaptea-n bordel.
Trei femei...
Si el.

Trei gratii, si-un gratiat.
Nemiscare continua
La ele-n pat.
Trei gratii...
Si el.

Trei ingeri,si-un demon
Rescriu un prim
Satyricon.
Trei ingeri...
Si el.

Trei nemoarte, si-un mort.
Un vas ce pleaca
Fara pasageri
Din port
Trei...

Trei zeite, si-un muritor
Se pierd in multime
Se pierd in decor
Trei zeite...
Si el.

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Si moare prima
Pierduta-i in abis
Si ia cu sine-n moarte
O parte din vis.
Doua... (si el)

Moare si-a doua
Sicriu-i sta deschis
Si fura si ea, inca putin
Inc-o parte din vis
Una...(cu el)

O muza, si-un artist
Perfecta constructie
In sensul cel mai simplist
O muza...
Si el.

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Si uitandu-se in zare
Isi aminteste plangand
De-o muza oarecare
Aflata la el in gand
El...

Moarta-i de mult si ea
Si visul spulberat
Si vasul ancorat...
Trei femei a adorat...
Ele.

Trei arme, si-un nebun
Artist singuratic
Sarman lunatic
Trei arme... trei muze...
Trei gloante...
Si-un cadavru...

A fost el....trei.

Extreme

Inot intr-o mare de foc, si ies ocazional la suprafata
In incercarea disperata de-a-mi umple plamanii cu apa
Vreau sa sting durerea, poate doar sa raman in viata
Dar vine el din nou, si iarasi in flacari ma-ngroapa.

Nu-l pot acuza o clipa, caci singura m-am aruncat in foc
Sperand sa-l gasesc acolo, purtand aceeasi cruce
Jucand la aceeasi masa, acelasi vechi joc de noroc
Dar el e-n marea-nghetata, si-o alta cruce duce.

As vrea sa-l dezghet, dar el m-ar stinge fara rusine
Si astfel ne-am ucide, vrand unul pe altul sa-nviem
Intre noi n-ar fi speranta, iar cuvinte - prea putine
Vom continua sa dansam separat, insa-n tandem.

Insa nu putem s-o facem, dorinta-i mult prea mare
Si trec prin el, si el prin mine, murim in ritm egal
Extreme invinciblie devin una pentru alta letale
Si ne pierdem unu-ntr-altul, in acelasi dans mortal.

Definitie

Sunt un clarvazator orb
Un orator mut
Sunt ceea ce ti-ai dorit
Sunt ce n-am vrut.

Sunt o lumina stinsa
O raza fracturata
Sunt ceea ce m-ai facut
Ce n-am visat vreodata

Un premergator olog
Un calator pierdut
Sunt un cinic optimist
Un copil nenascut.

Sunt un calau fara maini
Un preot mincinos
O vaga urma de credinta
Sunt un sincer pacatos

Sunt puncte de suspenise
Poate-un semn de intrebare
Sunt un vers fara masura
O consoana-ntre vocale

Sunt ce esti, voi fi mereu
Atunci cand "tu" devine "eu"
Sunt moartea inca unui zeu,
Credinta pura de ateu.

Si te iubesc, si ma iubesti
Un gand mult prea murdar
Si ma iubesti, si te detest
Si-n necredinta iar dispar

Suprarealism

Sunete surde in surdina succed -
Ambigua sonoritate de metal pretios
Zgomote stinse ce tacerea preced
Se-nlantuie intr-un preasimetric cerc vicios

Foc fara Aer, flama fara de viata
Pamant fara Apa, si-o speranta inutila.
Portativ fara note, si-o inima de gheata,
Si-o credinta-n necredinta aproape infantila

Dans static de umbre miscatoare
Imagine sumbra ce prevede-un nou sfarsit
Stranie viziune-a unui mort-viu ce moare
Precum amintirea unei memorii de iubit.

Satanic rastalmacit, devenit dumnezeiesc
Timp nesfarsit, oprit de-un gand pervers
Transpune-n normal ce-a fost odata nefiresc
O strofa, o masura, poate doar un simplu vers

Intrebari profunde, profund inutile totodata
Raspunsuri vesnice, dar vesnic necunoscute
O iarna calduroasa devine-o amintire-abstracta
Confesiuni dezvaluite, dar din pacate uitate.

Lipsa de-nteles devine plina de simboluri
Nebunie de geniu stropita cu sange proaspat
Onirismul umple-ale veghei cumplite goluri
Linistea profunda cuprinde cel mai straniu strigat.

Suprarealism descifrat intru relevarea misterului
Adevarul este uitat spre talmacirea unui destin
Credinte renegate in favoarea sublimului
Lipsa de speranta si o vaga urma de suspin.

Si-o dorinta arzatoare de-ntoarcere-n inceput
O vointa insuficienta opune-o mare rezistenta
Un urlet de durere rostit de glasul unui mut
Demonstreaza cea mai pura lipsa de absenta

Sange mort si apa vie se imbina-n perfectiune
Ce nasc moartea unui prea nou inceput
Creatia prinde viata prin lipsa de ratiune
Si eu devin, din nou, ceea ce nicicand am vrut.

Elisha pagana pentru sine-nlantuita in divin
Flacari cuprind altarul unui ego preasfintit
Moartea credintei naste inca un suspin
Si eu renasc, si devin ceea ce-am dorit.

Lethal Overdose of Vicious Extasy (memoires)

Lethal Overdose of Vicious Extasy;
fuffillment of the deepest fantasy.
you've lost your ego in the labirinth-
cyanide combined with absynthe.

and you're stuck inside the maze,
lack the strength to pass the phase,
lungs give up and heart turns cold -
queen with no king chose to fold

as time melts down and water burns,
and waterfalls to blood she turns,
while bathing deep, holding her breath -
she takes inside the breath of death

vice of love turns dream of pain,
to love once more, she hopes in vain.
for now her rainbow lost its color -
sad limerick of gold and sorrow.

the spiderweb gave in, it broke.
lungs full of blood, she starts to choke;
whisper his name, pathetic as it seems -
the one who broke her web of dreams

as nightmares all around her dwell
while stuck between limbo and hell
her pulse has stopped, her journey ends
a memory of love and friends...