take no prisioners (as they influence our energy demands for FTL)

a man inside a box moans

he reaches the lid

feels the wind as it blows life back

keep floating in the mud

the trashcan is dumped

he gently changes bags

while hearing the crackle

of charlies' deaths

traffic lights all red

the truck stops at...

the truck stop

whatever...

all connections lost

no light travels

all we have is a red sky

and some arsenic

for the acid

in bacteria

california is right there

but florida is waaaaaaaaaay

back there.

Conto de um grande homem

Era uma vez um homem que queria ser grande.
E um grande homem lhe disse
"Daqui, todo mundo é pequeno".

Enquanto isso, os homens pequenos fabricavam ouro de lixo.
E esperanças eram plantadas em latifúndios.
Colhia-se desilusões.

Pessoas morriam umas às outras.
Os gigantes erravam o caminho, sem memória.
Idiotas tomavam Canaã.

Houve um tempo.
Em que grandes homens morriam ao contrário
Puxados da cova da nulidade
Em revoluções.

Agora,
No fim da história,
O mundo e os homens
morriam,
só.

Bleak

I wait by the fireplace.
The comfort of home.
I seek the answer
for the prayers I wrote
and they never come.

I wail to the door
as I never done before.
I wake from a world
full of lies, full of pride.
I lost my hope.

GONE.
Don't cry for what's lost.
Drift further across.
Lie still while your muscles
learn how to walk again.
Turn your back to the ones
who made you bleak.

Who made you bleed.

I step into the temple
and I pray for our god.
I live the dream
as Mother thins out.
Just one more.

Leech me dry
and feed me to the dogs.
I'll rip their meat and bones.
I won't find peace
in the pieces I keep.

UNDONE.
Fall from grace.
Embrace your grin.
Sink your teeth in the skin
of those who kneel.
Feel as their blood
will fill your void.

Take what's yours.

Give way to a killing wave.

turn out the lights

these faces bore me

long days that have been

are long gone, so...

what would you do?

come on, don't be shy

drain me out dry

there is more from whence it came

who's to blame when the time is out?

got my time to exorcize

now we shall mesmerize

dump these faces in the sand

and land into the open wide

and then, she cried alive

she's waiting for me, inside

come on, babe, put it out

my hand can't reach down

stop the frown, I don't give a shit

the myths are all yours to idolize

this endless joust of cocks, the flock

has just gained an electric black sheep

that dreams of androids who dream freedom.

bathtub full of blue

the sky became some lab experiment

unwilling test subject number phi

it kills not to know what time is it

but what the hell, this is relative

to the observer in mars, it is shit

now you are some creature of myth

something out of homer's dreams

a horned god of some sort, goat legs and all

the norse gods are just over, having a beer

along incan priests and tolkien's little people

inside, she feels like strawberry jelly

out, it's like stainless steel

and the stripped cat is somewhere else

his japanese features whisper

"come on, pull the moon"

the raindrops, the lake and the farm

the glow of starlight... was there a lake at all?

we are lost and alone among friends

their faces everchanging, hazel and blue

the devil's got my truth, and won't return

I couldn't care less.