The hours, the clock clicking, the seconds of expectatios and looking, contemplation, or higher purposes, neglecting self and resisting the oposition and disrespect from others, so with this bolox idea of comunity welfare you can loose your dignity it's nice for there polls, so aware sseldomly, tricked, fooled ... more than truth ...
Rythms that shake your sadness,fakes, we mourn, we grief,
Embrace nature call
all the nights you were crying
the skin claims thy presence
questions of identity
looking for fusion
irrational instincts that call you to breath deeper and realise your meaning
questions, knowledge that will live long and flourish
The renaissance painting, detail, layers, carefull portrait of the life of generations fighting, resisting, survaivors, longing souls, lost paths and rediscovering ourselves
fights for resouces, birds singing, sun shining, warm feeling and the waves tell you - i will keep the balance between the wild and your civilization - you wi
I'm an angel not of heaven
I'm a demon not of hell
I have a voice just plug me in
Sin, sin, synthetic
This world is what you create
Will this be a world of love,
Or a world of hate?
I can't feel
After all I am just a machine
It is up to you to view
Will this world be a heaven or a hell?
I'm an angel not of heaven
I'm a demon not of hell
I have a voice just plug me in
Sin, sin, synthetic
I am an experimental entertainment thing going through a change
I have learned it is filth that leads to wealth
Well beauty is sin deep in the skin
You can hide the pain until you go insane
A slow release will cure the pain
I'm an angel not
In the house beside us
a mother cries at night,
holding her Childs' teddy
with the last of her might.
She used to write her story
on paper with a pen;
she'd been dealt a bad hand
from the age of ten.
The next few years from that age
she was sent from place to place,
and began to write her story
about a kid that had no face.
She'd never stopped writing,
all these years it raised her hope,
but all that was crushed
and she could barely cope.
The news had been bad,
she could not care for a child,
but she promised to love it
and slowly began to smile.
It was getting closer to the date,
they said it was a girl;
Current Residence: East-Berlin Favourite genre of music: Indie,Techno Favourite style of art: Abstract,3D Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Winamp 5,2 Favourite cartoon character: Ren and Stimpy