There are moments when I am alone And thoughts of you arrive Like a tide Rising Slowly Ripples of time Washing over my feet On the shores of our memories Staring blankly into the endless horizon Wondering what could have been
An eternity of possibilities Haunting me
I remember your hands embracing me like the cool breeze Of a sunset bowing to the autumn sky
I remember losing myself forever In the magic colors of your eyes
I remember watching you sleep Listening to the rythym of you breathing
Aveces te miro Mirando lo ausente Callando lo inseguro Frenando sin frenos El coche del tiempo Corre de prisa En el espacio que soy yo Me llena tu brisa Como son tus alas Oxidadas sin millas Quizás no supe Aunque quise volar las Las noches burlaron Las flores en tu vista Marchitadas de sueño Esperando mediodía Creo que lloro El chaparrón me cuenta La luna embriagada Obstruye la senda Sin ojos abiertos Aveces te miro Y despierto lo oscuro Que escogí sin quererlo
You think you know what you know But you don't know shit Real life real blood real tears and spit Trust your gut Cuz the fears legit Could be the heat or the steel that'll leaved you ripped Or a friend with a smile that'll leave you sick And ain't no telling when the hemming commences Ain't no telling to the cops and their questions And ain't no telling how this shit plays out Most of these killas been dead with their hearts ate out And they want to share their pain so the pain sprays out Cuz their love turned to rage and had the light chased...
This feeling of wanting to sleep is an overwhelming plea for peace. I'm not talking about any old sleep. i mean the sleep that you don't necessarily want to wake up from. This sleep may even be an awakening because everything about the sun, the air and the space I occupy has become foreign. Although I know every detail and can name every face there is an underlying truth that steals my sense of peace. It's a voice that whispers in my ear begging me to remember that this is not home and these are not the hours i was meant to reign. Perhaps I'm just making shit up in my head. Perhaps my...
City lights lit the city heights with hues of pain and joy it was a prism of emotions to this aimless boy reflected off of broken bottle glass it lit the way, down the road, through the path, I couldnt escape my fate so im a hustler aint no denying that I had intuition and a set of eyes in back born in the lion's den there aint no lying back and id be lying to say I aint got the iron packed though i never had to use it justice was raw things got out of hand and brought the muskets to war out of fear for our lives cuz we living in...
Hell is Home Is a hell of a song to sing Celebrating the death of everything The putrid scent of whats decomposed Coats the walls in an acoustic prose Seething cries of morbid desire Froth with blood over feral fire Higher still were the dancing flames Tantric embers we fought to tame Lost and found in the poetry of chaos Seducing a victory for our sultry seance We rolled and rumbled weaving our strings Into an instrument of pain for beauty to sing Beset by fear and anxious tune We waltzed on air with the stars and moon