A little dream.

Come with me to the land of birds

where every storm become a breeze

and every ant don't fear the squeeze

come with me, you will get no hurt

and if you look a little closer

from this hole that is your life

you will see there is no strife

and a clock that beats time slower

But in the rush of a grown-up day

made of conflicting supposition, 

I fear I'm just the strong condition 

for your heart to stop in vain.

If you could see yourself through me 

you would notice how big your wings

become when your mouth sings

a lullaby for every bee 

flying bored in my dreamy world,

a land of birds that never sleeps.

My little mind silently creeps 

between your sadness and my untold.

Cicatrize.

Like water

pouring down my hair,

my head,

down my shoulders

and back;

I spend my time

trying to repair

what I broke,

lost in wonders

and I lack

in courage

to show you

how I do feel,

since your confidence

has gone so far.

Savage - 

I don't wanna lose 

another time,

but I see no chance

don't...

don't go and leave me 

I'm unable

to cicatrize

another scar.

Satan's song.

 

 

Give me a piece of your soul,

I need to play like a child

with your purest intention;

 

just a little of your time

and your thoughts - I want 'em all

diverted to my fake devotion.

 

You are so young,

so vulnerable

and still sometimes

I'm afraid to break you,

 

but I soon replace

guilt with pleasure.

My pulse denies

what's plain for you.

 

And girl, I'm a betrayer;

I won't last that long,

but I will offer my smell

worn on like a shiny dress.

 

I will act like a saviour

when you don't need me at all,

open up your white shell

when your heart is a mess.

 

'cause you are so young,

so vulnerable

yet still sometimes

I know I could fall.

 

Take care of me

while I leave you alone.

No mercy - you're mine,

no problems to solve.

 

You fill my emptiness, baby

so the circle is closed.