Masochism refractar

Astupă-te într-un copac
Şi rupe palnia spre soare
Bagă-ţi urechile-ntr-un sac
Trage-te tare de picoare

Încuie-ţi uşa de la cap
Ochii aruncă-i în scânteie
Mai dă-ţi apoi un bobârnac
Şi scurge-te ca o crâmpeie

Iar dacă încă totuşi speri
Striveşte-ţi nasul cu lopata
Drenează sânge cu găleata
Întoarce-ţi oasele prin piele
Sparge-ţi dinţii cu pietricele
Jupoaie-ţi pielea cu un ac
Şi astupă-te într-un copac
Cum ai facut şi-n alte seri

De-aici, de-acum, să nu mai ceri

Couldn't Care Less

That is an awful thing to say
When judge's verdict heads your way
Despite the rules you do obey
Knowing you always have to pay

That is an awful thing to do
When someone's telling you it's true
Despite it though, you had to sue
Knowing you would be loosing too

The filthy girls and boys decay
Nevertheless, we love to play

A Little More

You like to buy things from the store
You always want a little more

Favorite band fills the concert hall
You always want a little more

Friends always giving you a call
You always want a little more

The girl lies naked on the floor
You always want a little more

Nothing is ever too hardcore
You always want a little more

Snake

You throw a ball against the wall
Expecting to bounce back right into your hands
But then you stumble and you fall
The ball passes you by, without having regrets

At first, you just don't understand
Crippled there on the pavement, hearing that awful sound
Some cars, maybe just other children, the bang-bang
The guilt; maybe you just deserve to lie there on the ground

Another month, another year, another ball, another wall
You're cautious. You've been there. But still, you hear the call:
“Hey there, so tell me, after all,
What is the purpose of the ball?”

Inner Bankers

When rivers merge and crops are good
The music plays, just like it should
Full of smiles and good advices
We all practice the smallest prices

A push of greed by common efforts
A lesson we never want to learn
Turns land and rivers into deserts
Exchanges smiles for tears, in return

But never ever
Makes us wonder
If we deserve
How much we earn

Black Rabbits

Sticky foam pours down from every corner
The door is locked, she's starting to despair
Black rabbits giggle as they haunt her
Her skin turns red
As she keeps thinking if being even stronger
Can help her, as she was said
Sometimes there's nothing left out to repair

Escaping through shattered glass
With bleeding skin but smiling eyes
Survival
Pure pleasure just to be a bad-ass
Death cries if she dies
Cause life is worthy as a rival

The sticky foam, the air, the skies
Tired of songs, hungry for pies

Neurohardware

Tonight we fly inside a chip
Seeking and eating every bit
Cause information is pure power
And power is better than a flower

A cowboy fears the empty guns
And is afraid of loosing both his arms
Cause sexy girls don't like weak boys
And boys think girls are just sex toys

The dreamers though think otherwise
And loose their hope in cold dark vibes
Before they fall right back to sleep
Tonight we are just sick of it

Virgin Suicides

All you have got is a fake treasure
Kept on a missing thirteenth floor
A rubber toy gives you the pleasure
That all those warriors are begging for

Too busy snorting dreams and candies
Hateful enough to blindly see
Hot-blooded girls with wicked dandies
Tired enough to set you free

Sister Ships

A strange and unexpected word
Crawls down between your lips and disappears
It's like the last fall of a bird
That dies while flying through your fears

The word is gone now, but there's no time to quit
So you still hear it, a ghost of silent thoughts
Two rusted sister ships that finally have split
Different time zones, resting in different spots

Walking Ears

A war of sounds takes place in silence
The music beats, the screaming crowd
The moaning horny girls, pure violence
A never-ending fight of which we are so proud

But each and every sound leaves traces
The ear learns and it demands more
Abused and sick of all those places
Being too late to see the door

It would have all been very easy
If we were only walking ears
We could have grown up soft and cheesy
Being afraid of wax, not tears

Soul Mechanics

I have the tools to fix you up
Ten dreams of shame and a sledge hammer
You can't resist a dirty cop
I know the type, you're all about the glamour

Water Rebirth

A countdown always makes her nervous
The spinning wheel is slowing down
"We thank you all for a great service
But now it's time for you to drown"

She isn't mad, she knows the drill
Takes a deep breath and counts to five
The water flooded lungs, the chill
For her is just another dive

The Morning After

As you wake up, the north wind current forms
You know by now exactly what it teaches
The roaring waves of seaside winter storms
Crushing hard on cold and empty beaches

Double Jeopardy

A shining star is only burning stronger
The rules are always just the same
A smaller fire will burn a little longer
Don't judge it, don't try to catch the flame

Just another Troubled Kid

You ask for salt, they give you sugar
You scream in pain, they pat you on the back
Supportive smiles, "you're strong, girl"
A silent play, an empty useless bomb-rack

So naturally you feel alone again, and lame
It's sad to realize you're just another troubled kid
And they are many, so you're the one to blame
For acting stupid, for everything you ever did

The Simple Truth

A double sin strikes back with rage
Showing its teeth and biting hard
The creature that doesn't have an age
For years, just building anger in its cage
You got it wrong, you've got no wild card

And while you're fighting to survive
With broken legs and bleeding eyes
You start to see what caused your dive
You start to be so painfully alive
Forever despising your natural disguise

Your open wounds tell you a story
And now you know it isn't about luck
Some tell you it's all about the glory
But all you have to do is feel a little sorry
The truth has been a sitting duck

Roundtables

Food talk accompanied by some silent jokes
Pass me the wine please, pass me the salt
Impersonating peaceful and open minded folks
Being polite and natural, always nobody's fault

For years to come just being blind
The peace of mind is hard to find

Withdrawal Symptoms

A shaking hand craving for more
A tired body, an empty soul
There is no cure, there is no store
For all you care, there is no goal

But then, you hope and you desire
You can't forget how good it feels
It's hard to stop when you've been higher
It's hard to have only three meals

And so you fall back once again
You hate yourself but now you smile
You know you'll suffer more, but then
It's a short walk, it's just a mile

The Ungirl

Her childhood blanket is on fire
She's loosing grip and slips away
It's hard to drive with a flat tire
If you are deaf and blind, they say

She knows all these and still she leaves
Taking a cigarette and a match
A "see you soon" that nobody believes
She found too young about the catch

But there's a certain funny smell
When a human being burns alive
This song's for her breaking the spell
The girl that didn't want to thrive

Naturally

We use to lie and hurt ourselves
During the spring of our lives,
The present always feels like knives
Stuck in our bright past, dusty shelves.
Another week, then Jingle Bells.

Lord of the boards connecting seasons
Three steps to clean yourself a little,
So build a snowman and then whittle
Some candies for the ones in prisons.
Just to remember, stick some stickers.

You live and die so smile for Christmas

The Wedding

A red bride smiling in a corner
Two thousand roses and a boy
A mother's voice is getting warmer

Two thousand roses and a toy

The Callers

A rainbow connecting two turtles that are twins
High tones emerge in patterns but still are unexpected
A huge skyscraper accommodating kings and queens
The midgets may begin, the tall ones are protected

They walk as soldiers
But laugh like drunken thieves
They're spitting and they're stinking
They're peeing on their dirty sleeves
They are calling them The Callers

So go ahead and ask them, what have they all been drinking?
You don't, they do. They know exactly what you're thinking.

Watermelon Gum

It's only you
You're room, your bed, your sheets, your music
Day after day, same ceiling and same walls
Ignoring wake up calls, enjoying self abusing
You're laying there bare naked, although you're wearing clothes

Sometimes you choose to take a break
But then again, most often you're just forced to
Your curse is that you know when someone's smile is fake
While you're still thinking straight, it's not easy to get used to

So bend your common sense and smile back
Pretend enough, and that's what you'll become
You need to live, you need to work, I know that
Can't blame you. Just missing your watermelon gum

The Ambient Tent

A pool of tired souls just hanging in a white tent
Strangers sleeping right next to one another
Some horny, some troubled, some having a regret
Their thoughts collapse, nothing begins to matter

A chillout lounge, a black hole, a peaceful retardation
Forget about the problems that wait for you outside
Your brain is simply enjoying a much deserved vacation
So grab a pillow, make you comfy, and tune into the vibe

The Missing Link

A child was raised by wolves and monkeys
And he may never learn to speak
We find that terribly sad and frightening
Because he's strong and we are weak

A small change somewhere in the past
A touch of light, a broken gene
Has made us wise and yet so fragile
So we can dream of the unseen

Singleton

Sometimes it's nice to have obbsesions
Sometimes it's beautifully sad
You feel alive inside dark pleasures
When everybody thinks you're mad

But then, sometimes you get too tired
And you would like it all to stop
The gun has alredy been fired
And you don't know which way is up

Shiny Happy People

Some twisted mothers undress slowley
Laughing loud and spitting mud
Behind the scenes, on a cold dark alley
They're on the rag. They're selling blood.

No sleep, no food, just leftovers for them
Cheap beer, cheap cigarrets and sweat
An old song playing on a broken speaker
Their children haven't met them yet

A gang-bang gets you horny, a golden shower gets them wet.

The Lame Song

NB: "Ignore this one. It's... lame"
Write this down
In case you'll forget:
"I'll never be happy"
"I'll never be happy"
Because you have reasons
It's just a conclusion
Not an illusion
Just a logical conclusion.

I know about suggestion
I know about placebo
I know about lameness
I know about the fever

But this is different
Because this is real

You can cry all you want
They piss on your tears

And why is this all happening
Why me and why know ?
A fucking self-imposed victim, you'll say
Well, just go and fight your battle for a better day
If you think you're smarter, if you think you know the way

Practice you're swimming in the pool of sins, fake smiles and shame.

Jungle Child

Lost in a rainforest at night
Where every tree has its own sound
The darkness holding him so tight
While he keeps carving in the ground
"Still on rebound", "Still on rebound"

A stupid thing to do you'll say
When he could try to find a way
That leads to a village or a town
Where he could regroup with the crowd
Instead of just hanging around

Too many paths between those trees
Too many eyes, too many teeth
That lead to much too many homes
That end in way too many bones

Outside the box, inside the sphere,
He carves through time your biggest fear

Silent Disco

Excruciating pleasures diminish as they go along
Leaving behind canals, a giant empty complex maze
Carved in the skin, thousands of useless highways
Of those who once were drinking and dancing all night long

With us, die all those memories, smiles, kisses and tears
That need not to be buried, nor having funerals or graves
Denial is the weapon we use to crush these realm waves
On top, all that remains is just a couple of unopened beers