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As Lágrimas de Lis.

Ela se sentia triste. Não era "mais uma crise" como sua mãe costumava dizer quando a via trancada em seu quarto escutando The Smit...

terça-feira, 27 de setembro de 2016

Soulful Doll. Lyrics.



Walking soulful doll of pain,
Diving deep into the pools of rain.

Run to the middle of the crowd and feel my shame.

Accept their love while they throw their hate on your face.


Why do we keep being the silly boy?

Running wild from dreams that draws us away from home.

Afraid of the forest but the forest isn't around us.

It grows deep inside the thing we take for our core.


 Walking soulful doll of pain,
Diving deep into the pools of rain.

Run to the middle of the crowd and feel my shame.

Accept their love while they throw their hate on your face.


Why do we keep being the silly boy?

Running wild from dreams that draws us away from home.

Afraid of the forest but the forest isn't around us.

And the fire that would erase it  makes my heart bloom once more.

sexta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2016

Featherless wings. Lyrics.

The purple flame that shines in your eyes

Show no mercy at all,

When you look down on me,

Pointing your glass like nails to my guilt heart,

Ready to rip tissue and soul apart.

I want to scream but I also know it's in vain.

I knew all long that this day would come

And suddenly it came.

Now craziness takes control over me:

I hear voices that do not come from the

past but echoes through the air from the

mountain ahead.

The very mountain I will never reach the

peak again.

My once almighty wings are featherless.

Feathers dancing wild in the wind.