

Farewell FarewellFarewell
To life and all its glory I have never harvested but shame I welcomed self-inflicted damage I single handedly crafted my pain I willingly bathed in sorrow I proudly dressed with blame
To life and all its wonders I confined myself to causes with no windows I got drained on people with no souls I crossed all the wrongs avoide


Mind me Mind MeMind me
Mind me, Im standing here Mind me, Im staying here Staring at the stars, climbing the moon Glory I do own channeling the sky
Mind me, I need no shoes to walk all over you To travel into your mind, hitchhike your dreams and track down your fears
Mind me, I fancy not your life or the look in your eyes I


SmokeEmpty I take a look outside Nothing seems worthwhile The sun, the sky, the wild Craving for a thrill The love, the pain, the fixSmoke
Motherfuckers on the run Pushers on a ride Bimbos for a hun Wannabes on the side
Empty I take a look outside Nothing seems worthwhile The time, the season, the life Craving for a feel The warmth, the anger, the beat
City on fire Couples in denial Politicians for hire Clergies on trial
Empty I take a look inside Nothing seems worthwhile The
Gremlins

How Do You Confess.........How do you confess To the lies that never were spokenHow Do You Confess.........
How do you convey That which never could make a difference
How do you express That which is devoid of time
How, yourself, do you deceive When lying was never your choice
How, yourself, do you avoid When making devoid, yourself of yourself, is not possible
How, ever, do you haunt time When haunting can not turn back the time
How, ever, do you call it a day When calling it a day, never really mattered
How, can you, do you forfeit That which was never mean
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"To dream of the person you would like to be, is to waste the person you are."
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in the midst of a thousand drops of red, a howl was heard from his beaten wrists...
insanity has set in...
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What being jobless means..
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Mujhey Ye Na Kaho Ke Mein Mar Joan Ga
Mein to Darya Hoon, Summandar Mein Uttar Jaon Ga
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Orald
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Mujhey Ye Na Kaho Ke Mein Mar Joan Ga
Mein to Darya Hoon, Summandar Mein Uttar Jaon Ga
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And what will happen
when you wake up on the day
the fog has cleared
and I’m something
you don’t love anymore.
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