"Binaural"

Bin-aural peace bilateral sense
There is a drunk man trying to cross the fence.
Time is running out desert eagles flying towards the end
And there he was getting confused with the tense.

The temple gods were getting stoned
Now a days nobody answers no more.
But the smile that made the night astray
Casted away, the empty sky turning gray
Olympus seemed so far away.

Where faith stumbles and zombies drool

Shipwreck in this carnival of fools.

A faceless man in an empty room
Even though the prodigal sun is in bloom
The performance should end soon.

Shoot the eagle
It might not take you somewhere special
But it will take you somewhere new.
Take love away, the dream is too cruel
Don't want to close these 50 ton eyes
But the tune is so nice, enough for another selfish sacrifice.

Shoot the eagle as it flies
And watch it turn into a phoenix from the ashes as it rise.
The faceless man with the 50 ton eyes
Howls in anger as the drunk man cries.

As the grey sky turns into red
The zombies sleep tired from all the bloodshed.
The stoned Gods from the temple have all fled.
And it is then that the fools in the carnival of death
Seek the bin-aural peace with a bilateral sense.

"The Comedian"

"The spotlight flickers but it is still there.
Fake pumpkin faces strayed a gaze less stare.
Corrupted with a thought not so rare.
What is true and what is truly fare?
Here is my answer, to follow, do you dare.

The spotlight flickers but there is still time.
Everything can be fixed with a nuclear bomb and a nice rhyme.
What separates bandits and queens is a very thin line.
We are an image of indifference, greed and pride.
We all want to be kings but we are sheeps surfing on high tides.
Having such an ordinary and a mundane thought is a crime.
I know its all a bad joke but please flash me a smile.

The spotlight glimmers and I am sorry there will be no absolution.
Now now don’t be sad, I welcome you to this graveyard of ambition.
With your shadow in the gutter, dance clown this is an audition.
Thy kingdom come are you worthy for admission?
I say ignore this aimless charade and violate the queen in detention.

The spotlight fades and the death of romance.
The void spiraling in a vortex and left me in a trance.
There is no answer and there is no difference.
Hats and ties but we all are wearing striped underpants.
Dying poets in an insecured dogma thriving through violence.
Kids with guns and reluctant slaves, the rebel anthem ends.
Get more fake plastic implants, to live do you need one more chance?
The spotlight hugs the night and is gone, sorry no more orgasms.
This is what you get so clap, you get plain old simple silence."

In the broken streets

The myriad thoughts and the broken dreams,
The predators prowl and their inmates scream,
The night is much darker than it is,
Even in the cold they brave the winds...
Faking smiles and false pretensions
Selling their love in sweet desperation
The rotten growls and the shaking earth
Gifts them a morning without the wrath,
The loved ones survive while they try,
The angles of hell, they cannot cry.

In the Circle of Life

Circles, ghosts, shadows and pain
So on and on as it suddenly rained.
The little boy wondered all his life
His want for peace was slashed with a knife.
But the voices in his head refused to die
He was a brave kid, but a little shy.
He thought of all the things that he loved to try
Wished he had wings and wondered he could fly.
Away from the madness of the angels and the fools,
To a place where he would never have to cry.

The little child wanted to play with the sun,
Faster than the wind, he wanted to run.
Everywhere he searched for his little paradise

Where the cacophony of this mundane earth would fail to rise.
He kept on searching but he failed ...
His tears had dried and his eyes were pale.
At last he joined the club of those fools and the angels,
Where he was left to grow into a man, heartless and lifeless.