Tattooed Love

The colours are injected
the ink spreads dries and scars
as the needles pierce my skin
but I'm too numb to feel the pain

Full of riddles you are
and this tattoo is all I have
Expressionless
pushing me further into madness

Am I a masochist for loving you?
Tattooed love...
Injected colours into my arm
Your true colours, shades of black...

Now I can have your "heart"...
Forever tattooed in my arm
forever tattooed and mine...
Missing your real one I could never have...

The Liar In Me

Trekse tora, fige makria. Gia mena pia min psaksis, min lipithis, min me skeftis.

Emena den tha dis, emena den tha vris, monaxa tin orgi mou, pou perni me tin via tin parakseni morfi mou.

O ponos stin kardia isvalli, ta perni ola me mania, tis stigmes pou zisame, emas, mas diagrafi.

To kathe mou sagapo, tora leksis koufies ke kenes, iposxesis adies. Ena psema monaxa, apati egine megali. Mia ikona pou zografisa gia ta dika sou matia, mia paresthisi pou sou xarisa ke egine kommatia.

Ekini mera i makrini, otan tha exo ksexasti, se neo topo tha me vri. To katheti pou erxete, na kseris kapote pos fefgi. Afti tin fora omos girismo den exi.

He Lays Here

He lays down on the grass
Alone...
Lost and Forgotten...
His eyesight too blur to see the stars

He gazes with an empty look
The sky...
But he does not truly see a thing
Cold...

He lays here
while the children play accross the street
while mom bakes a cake he'll never taste
while life goes on around him

But he just lays here...
Without love, without a friend
Without someone to care
Without someone he can say goodbye to...

So he just lays here...

Eftixos pou Iparxoun Poutanes

Stin arxi me ithele gia ta lefta mou, ekina ta xartia pou i anthropoi iperextimisan, ola etsi ksekinisan.

Oi meres mou kilousan omorfa me tin nea mou sintrofia, mou xarise toses orees stigmes, anepanaliptes ke monadikes, ma vathia mesa mou eniotha ekini tin pikra, pos agorasa mia ksepoulimeni agapi, epidi pote den katafera na vro mia alithini.

Ine skliro na niothis tin aporripsi apo pantou, ine ekseftelistiko na katafefgis se etsi lisis tis stigmis, na katapatas tin perifania sou ke na ftiaxnis ena pseftiko oniro gia ton eafto sou. Na vionnis tin arnisi ke na dinese apolita se mia arista filotexnimeni parastasi, pou omos simeni ta panta gia sena. The show must go on...

Meta apo mines, apodextika ta pragmata os ixan ke ematha na zo gia to tora, na pernao kala ke na min to poli skotizo to thema, ixa pagidefti stin diki mou antilipsi tis plastis eftixias ke to apolamvanna. Tote itan pou eskase mia dilosi san vomva:

"S' agapo... Alithia... Pos omos na su to dikso? Pos omos na me pistepsis? Imaste ke oi 2 exmaloti tou psematos pou dimiourgisame..."

My Black Hearted Princess

This is a song for my black hearted princess
this is a story engraved with pain
in the era when the need for destruction embraced the urge to love
in the era that the darkness took over my soul

So long we have been waiting
for that veil to be removed
'till so long reached forever
'till we were sick of waiting

Tears, oh tears
the most beautiful crystals
constructed with an honest pain
sparkling seeds of the eyes I love the most

Vulnerable at last
when the time comes
and the time came
for your sins to be paid

Right or wrong
Black or white
It really doesn't matter anymore
It's all just titles

I tried to show you the world,
you said you were blind
I said, you just didn't wanna see...
You just chose to live in your own version of reality

Just hide your face from the world that hurts you
shut your eyes I'm here in your darkest tower
frozen by the fear of you
you are just a myth, my black hearted princess...

Kolimpontas sta Vathia Nera

"Itan ena mikro karavi, pou itan ataksidefto..."

Emis oi anthropoi thimizoume fovera, pleoumena afimena sto eleos ton kimmaton. Meriki apo mas ine varkes, alli sanides ke alloi iperokeania, oloi mas omos kolimpame stin idia thalassa, tin megali thalassa tis zois.

Toso aprovlepti ke toso astathis. Allazi sinexos, apo tin mia stigmi stin alli ke se serni mazi tis stin kathe allagi. Den iparxi diafigi, an den simmorfothis pnigese, se perni apo kato, se vithizi sta kimmata tis. Tipota den ine sigouro ke asfales ke omos i tolmiri pernun to risko, se opia katefthinsi ke na tous pai to kimma.

Alloi protimoun na taksidevoun, na prokaloun tarazontas ta nera, ke alli sterionnoun otan vroun to limani tous, vlepontas mia zoi to idio topio, isos apo fovo min to xasoun. Merikoi afinnonte sto pelagos, eonia parasirmeni ke alli exun to kouragio na ipotaksun tin mira tous, na pane enantia sto revma ke na feroun tin allagi.

Stin kathe trikimia, mono i dinati epivionnoun, epidi kseroun panta na mazevoun ta kommatia tous ke na episkevazoun tis zimies. Etsi ine i thalassa, skliragogi...

Prosekse monaxa min tsakistis sta vraxia tis. Don't drink and drive...

The Cure

Leaving behind,
all I ever loved
all I ever wanted
all I ever dreamt...

Empty and numb,
I've even walked away from the pain
and I still walk now...

Somehow it feels good
having nothing to care about
having nothing to lose

The ultimate freedom...
Do I really want it?
It doesn't really matter...
I never got to chose for myself
'till today...

A newborn sensation
having no limits
feeling no danger...

For once in my life I'll be the risky one,
the one who's not reliable or trusworthy
I've stepped out of my cage
and now I'll step beyond my station,
turning back is not an option anymore...

I'd like to feel the adrenaline to it's maximum,
spread the terror to the hearts of the petty people
those that live under the reign of fear of loss
After all I used to be one of them...
Maybe I can even "cure" them,
exactly like they did to me...