where dream is truthOne day she fell asleeponly to wakeas audience and protagonistAs Spring burned to coloursgently tanglingwith bejeweled desperationand the chafe marks from herribbon confinesA cheerful painting that isbeing eaten awayby silkwormsThe heavy aroma in the airsweetly strangles her breathand the seductive sensation ofthe flowers devouring the mindGreedy little mouthslatched of he scar-decoratedfleshCrimson flowingstains the electric blue skywith PurpleSanity flows awaywith it....When I woke up I saw my dreamwasn't far off from the truth
Count the people insidePrepare the tools, docand cut her up goodThere are others hiding insideOne is the Childplaying House amongRuinsa princess that rules castlesof dustEyes sewn shut, she won't seehow fucked up she trulyfeelsShe'll hide in falseLaughterThere is the Dreamerliving in her liestrying to gluepaper stars on hollow skiesfor her to sleep underHe'll breatheHope and EmotionHe doesn't notice he'ssuffocatingThe last, he's the Maniacgetting high on blindRagehe'll break her downevery night'cause she must be at faultfor theirimperfectionher tears he turns to acidHey there, docDid you notice it?...like pieces of a puzzlewe all share the same Name...
We read a storyOnce upon a timewe read a storyin a traveler's eyesin whicha midnight skyleaned against the ocean,the pale moon gentlykissing the watersFeeling the pulseof the warm earthhe sawcloud white dragonsbasking in the moonlighthe heardthe wind moaningin a night when dreamsare bornOur minds are soaringAnd though he wishedto bring us in his handsmemories from another time,emotions flew with the breezebut I guessit's more beautiful this wayNow we have sweet dreamsfor us tosleep tight
Touch-with eng translationΠάει καιρόςαπ'όταν ήμουνα παιδίκαι αργεί η μέραπου μονάχος μου θα σβήσωΚαι στο γκρίζο ενδιάμεσοτα όνειρα αδυνατούννα αναπνεύσουν,σβησμένα άστρα πιαΜόνο ο ήλιος με το όνομα τηςΕπιθυμίαςνα
Little Red Riding HoodMommy once told menever to stray fromthe righteous, narrow pathBut my mind was rotten sincethe beginning.SoOnce upon a timeLittle Red Riding Hood metthe Big Bad Wolf"This body Mr. Wolfbreaks easilyTie me down and feed mewith unbearable pain.For you, I'll bleedpleasure"Always cravingfor this kind of affectionthat separatesflesh from boneinjecting the feeling of "life"into my very existenceAlways wantingthorns instead of rosesWe're just sick, you and I"Grandma, what big teeth you have!"(to tear me apart better?) Eat me~!
Leftovers-with eng translationΥπνοβατώντας σε δρόμους ανώφελουςτο κορίτσι, με την βροχή στα μάτια,πάνω σε τοίχους, με τα δάχτυλαζωγραφίζει την θλίψηΞάφνου στον μονόχρωμο καμβά τηςκόκκινα λουλούδια ανθίζουνΗ σκέψη εκρύγ&
Worse of two EvilsWhy settle for a Hellwhen I can have Madnessbrought by the hand of aBlasphemyHug me tightlytill this bodyshattersand I'll give youmy soulon the crack of my lipsNever ask for a Godif I can forever tastebitter Sin dressed in wounds of the fleshTrade my Devilfor the sweet scentof a Screamrolling off the hollowsof your eyesCrows in a golden cageTear me apartI'll pierce you deeplyThere will never bea Desire as sinfulas the one drowningin a kiss
Society: EntertainmentI will be a Paintersplashing words on an empty canvasI 'll give them false miracles.I will be a Singerletting lies roll off my lips, like pearlsI'll feed the swines illusions.I will be a Dancerswaying for the sake of entertainmentI'll dance until this body rots away.I will be Divinestanding under a mechanical sunI'll sell them my soul to feed off.I will be an ArtistI'll create entire worldsif only I can make them see me.Really?So what happens when the artist is just as fakeas his creations?
Petals in the windA boy of seven springssleeps peacefullyamong the petals in the windUnder the gaze of the Gods, he dreamswith stories of the brave warriorsand the gentle summer raincarved on the old trunkas lullabiesUnder an endless moonlit skycherry blossoms of the ancient treescattered, they reach for the starscarrying a child's wishes..