Blue

We were on the right place
it was the right moment...
it was more than a wish
what made us make promises.

You showed me the open air
where i knew i could fly...
you pushed my wind up
you showed me the sky.

Im blue, im like you,
take my hand, chase my soul,
let's reach space
to find a secret place...

To loose control
to loose our souls
to share our breaths
to shake...

In the dark, close to our hearts...
inhaling excitement
dont stop breathing,
keep on shouting

We cant hear,
we just feel,
its the dark,
its just silent

In our dreams,
were our voices speak
lets just listen,
lets be free.

Como con piedras en los zapatos les cuesta caminar.
Por mas que corren, el tiempo no se queda atrás.
Miradas de cientos de almas vacías provocan frío
y se desnudan para congelar sus sentidos vivos


Corrompidos por la locura de los que creen en la felicidad
envidian la amargura de los que luchan por esta capacidad
Odian las cosas que no aprendieron a amar
Así te lastiman o te estan por lastimar


Buscando razones para envidiar
porque soluciones no son capaces de encontrar
te atacan por su triste soledad
y acabas siendo victima de su maldad.


Dentro de caretas con sonrisas esconden la verdad.
Ilusas através,observan el mundo real.
Confían en la falsa apariencia de su disfraz
y persiguen al rebaño en busca de una rutina audaz


Envueltos en siluetas apunto de estallar
Ven como el tiempo les marchita sin esperar
Oyen sus sombras ausentes gritar
ya no les pueden seguir mas.


Flores sobre tumbas en un paraiso infernal
de muertos que no pudieron hacer sus sueños realidad,
por la injusticia de no poder alcanzar una meta que quedó atrás
acabaron ahogándose en tierra y soledad.

Happiness

En todo lo que tienes y no tienes,
En todo lo que lloras y temes,
En todo lo que miras y no ves,
En todo lo que ocultas y descubres
En todo lo que gritas y no escuchas,
En todo lo que agarras y sueltas,
En todo lo que buscas y no encuentras,
Ahi es donde se esconde la felicidad

World for sale

Calles de cemento construidas para caminar alejandote de la realidad,
luces para poder ver en la oscuridad.
Luces que esconden la gran mentira de la vida de las sombras que por sus calles caminan en busca de una falsa felicidad.

Todo esta preparado para que solo ellos puedan sobrevivir.
Malgastando y perdiendo el tiempo en su propio mundo fantastico, convirtiendose en los creadores de la pobreza.

Lo abarcan todo y más de lo que pueden tener, y cuando ya no tienen más, entonces vuelven a inventar.

Dinero, monedas, billetes, papel y metal,
con los que los ricos dibujan caminos
en los que solo ellos pueden caminar.
Mentiras y silencio de los pobres que no pueden hablar
ya que para ello tambien necesitan billetes de papel y metal.

Cherries

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My last words

My last words: It is said that during your last breath, all your life suddenly goes through your mind and fear surrounds your heart, making you become a prisoner of an unavoidable path that leads you to a single direction. Even if you run as fast as you can, you will never be able to escape from death. I live my life, if this can be called a life, trapped in a darkness that I don't belong. I've always lived facing my destiny: Waiting for the order that will lead me to my single path, the death of someone who has been denied to live. It is said that human beings commit lots of errors. It's in their nature. What they do without doubt is to apologize, find excuses and declare that they learn from their mistakes. I'm an error, but I don't commit any. I have no choice. I'm living with my only target: Chasing lives. Me and the ones who haven't forgotten to love will explode that day that I arise from my darkness into one I've never seen. I live to burn and freeze a bumping heart. It is said that "the good" and "the evil" both follow remorse and excitement. I don't have a conscience, but one day I'll be the remorse of the one who killed. And before I would have been the progeny of this persons excitement. By fulfilling my final destination I destroy someone's physical life, just as this persons social bindings. Killing is not my decision, I don't have reasons to kill, I'm just being used for it. From deep inside this dark hole I see the eyes of the unfortunate one. His sight is lost, filled up with sadness and fear, already dead but still being alive. Here, on the other side of the bulls-eye, without senses or perception, I can anyway feel his heartbeat, which will end up being red silence of shouting pain in a matter of seconds. Everyone should be able to decide their deaths. The only thing I can do is convince the world how valuable life is by acting as an assassin without another choice. Im the consequence of their own errors. Why not thinking first before moving the index finger? The index is the finger used to point the direction and also mislead you to death when pulling the trigger. Im living in silence till i burn a world with flames. It is said that everyone has a world inside and I'm capable of destructing the ones full of life. The sound of silence breaks, everything becomes unclear, everything disappears, everything becomes dark. Emptiness is black, nothing is reflected off black, the color of death is black, black because of inexistence. Before carrying out my mission, for the ones who don't know me yet or have never seen me, my name is Bullet, that's how they call me. I exist to create inexistence. Loaded and pointing to my objective, this is my only destiny, Bang!