Murder Tales

Blood on my Cresent Blade, for I,

my People have I Slayed.

And Cried, at the sight of the Moon,

as I was caught in the middle of the Red Typhoon.

Sad truth is but a preface,

as to wipe out this whole damn race.

Undeserving of life, murderers,

and I, murderer of murderers.

Reflection

Hi...
Have you ever wondered how disturbing can a reflection in moving waters be?

This is not me. This is not my face.
Do not stare. Do not approach.
It is not safe. It is not real.
I'm scared. I'm terrified.
Where shall this maddened waters push me to?
Unsteady and unpredictable, a slave to their desires.

Do you even recognise me anymore?
I do not.
Help me, I cannot take it.
I plea you don't walk away,
I'm so powerless,
so merciless and cruel...
Save me!

Stop me, before it's too late.
No one has to get hurt in the end, right?
Now Run! -No, you can't abandon me...
Hide! -I've stayed hidden for too long...
The voices, they never stop...
I do not deserve to live. -But I am not guilty yet.
My thoughts are...
What is the meaning of all this anyway?
Dead End -Or?

Maybe we can work this out.
Maybe...
But only if you stayed by my side...

Hi self.

In Distortion I Perish

A borrowed ego or a borrowed body?
Red or black the bets are set.
Tie them tight, it has been said...

"The moment they cherished and in the ashes of them a new world perished."
As if what happened was enough to protect the ones that chose to be lost.
Eyes reflecting lies laid on an infinate struggle, as if crawling through a flame,
to purify, to burn the unnesecities.
Those pests amongst the "people".

And god forbid me to say that i am tempted.
The shadow unleashed shall derive the power of creation,
for the acts and deeds depend on its form.
A valiant wisdom, an art of deception?

Attuned to the rhythm of a fluent projection
Who shall lead? Who shall leave?
"Thou hast seen, thou hast been"
Colours are made of colours
as people are made of sins
and sins are made of people,
manmade illusions to keep us spinning between the lines.
A spider that got caught up in the web of its neighbour
is indeed a sad momentum,
building up a continuation of the most bitter-painted truth.

Depictures life's blossom
What if dreams were not ciggarettes?
gradually turning into ash
piling up layer by layer.
"Enjoy" them while they lead you to a new decadence.

Then find the perfect urn for a life's memorial
and blow it all away when the time comes
if the time ever comes,
in this world freedom rarely lasts...

And I envy,
the gentle breeze of the wind
for it carries the ashes into the far away lands i've hoped for,
but im not allowed to...
I feel it, noone said that I had to understand it too.

And if i say i was never tempted to,
I would be a liar
So carry them away...
The places, and the roles of this play have been given.
After all what are we?
If I answer it would be an act of folly, a fools reply
and if i did not, a coward would I be called.
Heros are fools they say,
brainwashed puppets in the hands of masterminds.
All those fights for the ash,
of an anon's dream? - a piece of land.
Missing the breeze that melts and soothes the pain of existance.

Bend me into the given shape, if you can,
thinking does no good after all.
I could believe you if i chose to,
the art of deception...
It can hide true colours, can distort the picture
and in there I can blend in
Distort me...
A farewell to the wind, which i was not allowed to travel with...

The Wotaken

And Paranoia tastes like magic mushrooms. Run, dance, cook, all wild, experiance the thrilment and the sheer exitement of this unforgettable experiance. Don't forget to wear something silly and absolutely ridiculous to fit your state of mind.

Truth Seekers

Ti ginete otan mia zoi kinigas tin alithia pasi thisia, me olo sou to ine? An ekini i anazitisi sou dinni logo na iparxis, dikeoma na anapneis ke kinitro gia na zis?

Erxete kapios epitidios ke sou kopanai me sarkasmo ke ironia, pos i moni alithia ine, pos den iparxi alithia. Ne kala akousate.

Toulaxiston oxi stin apoliti ke monadiki morfi tis. I alithia den ine para mia sxetiki ekdoxi peri sostou ston dosmeno xrono. Afti ine i pagida, i idia sou i parormisi se filakizi se akoma ena favlo kiklo.

Mexri na apofasisis na dosis telos. Mexri na afisis tin alithia stin akri, otan tha katalavis pos den aksize olo ton kopo. Isos kapios allos na tin vri os tote, ke esi apla na tou apantisis pikrammena:

"I alithia sou, den ine alithia..."

Once Loved

Kill me she whispered
with a voice of a stranger
as her insane laughter
echoed across the night

This wasn't her
It couldn't be...
This wasn't the one I loved
Not my girl, just the monster she has become

I have to end this
Memories flooded me, happy ones...
She was gone forever now
The one I loved was long lost...

My sword closed tighter around my hands
as I was trying to avoid the obvious
I closed my eyes
just feeling the breeze of this coal black night

Shadows or intruders?
the lingering scent was spreading
begging me to win, begging me to kill
to kill what I once loved...

Rotten Meat In Our Tomb

Let's just sit together now
and talk about the future darling
when you'll be away and I'll be slaying
all the people that you ever loved

When you'll wake up from your deep sleep
you'll see everything sick I've done for you
and we'll celebrate together in our tomb of eternal rest
projected by the twisted technology I have created

Let's just paint it all crimson,
we've got lots of "paint" here
nothing goes to waste my darling
in our gleeful dance of rotten meat

I promise I'll cook for you,
as I said a while ago, killing is the greatest joy
corpses all the way to Hell to lead you darling
I am the monster here and you can't save yourself

Too bad all the fun is over
sunrise comes and vanishes all
but I promise I'll be here for you darling
when all the light in your soul is gone...

Milk is for the Naughty Ones

Simera tha analisoume tin proelefsi tou galaxtos! Katarxi, prepi na toniso to gegonos oti to gala pou katanalonoume sxedon epi kathimerinis vaseos ke vriskete afti ti stigmi sta psigia mas, den proerxete apo tis agelades. I pigi tou kakou ine ta polisixnasta katagogia gnosta os cabarets. Ne kiries ke kirioi, kala akousate! Tha ekplagite, alla se afto to gala rixnume oli tin efthini gia tin katakorifi afksisi tou kounistou plithismou tis xoras mas.

Os gnosto i parevriskomenes entos aftou tou xorou kalitexnides, exun iposti se epemvasi prosthetikis stithous, kata tin diarkia tis opias, tous exoun prosthesi mia idiki siskevi telefteas texnologias pou energopiei tin eikositetraori roi ke paragogi galaxtos apo tous mastous, me skopo tin extra efxaristisi ton pelaton tous.

Fisika omos, gia galaxtoviomixanies, afto den itan ena gegonos pou emine aparatirito. Sintoma paratirisan oti to fisiko athropino gala iperexi se gefsi ke threptika sistatika, kirios omos paratirisan to miomeno kostos tou ke etsi apofasisan na to kathierosoun. Opos itan anamenomeno, afti i allagi den eftase sta aftia tou koinou, gia evnoitous logous.

Afto omos pou den provlepsan oi galaxtoviomixanies itan ta side effects aftou tou galaxtos. Oi kalitexnides os gnosto se olous mas, kouniounte ke fisiko epakoloutho ine to gala tous na ine ke afto kounisto. I katanalosi aftou tou kounistou galaxtos exi os apotelesma tin metatropi tou idiou tou atomou se kounisto afu kuniete mesa sti stomaxiki kilotita tou afto to gala, gia ores oloklires meta tin kataposi.

Tora kseris tin alithia! Xrisimopiise sofa tin gnosi pou apekomises ke metadose afto to minima me tin elpida afipnisis tou laou sou.

Paranoid

Me perifania sas anakinonno oti to simera, to perasa mesa stin parania. Den ksero an itan kan diki mou idea. Den ksero kan pos ola ksekinisan, ma simmera vrika ton eafto mou na dagonni perifana ena kormo dentrou. Stoxos den itan i aferesi tou eksoterikou fliou tou dentrou me tin xrisi tis siagonas. Katakrivia stoxos den itane kanenas.

Telika vrethika na masao ena mikro kladaki pou proeksexe. Telika vrethika na gelao, me ena tropo afisiko ma ksekardistiko. Telika me piran ta patomata stin aggalia tous tin afilokseni. Telika etreksa me tin psixi mou mesa se ena parking tsimentenio, asfixtika klisto.

Ma ti sto kalo kano? Fovame oti edo den iparxi oute ideologia oute kinitro. Kano tou kefaliou mou ipotheto, i kati paromio telospanton. Kolimpao mesa sta kimmata tou gelotos. Epipleo sta vathia nera, san simadoura stis thalasses tou topou mou.

Ke an me rotas, ne, mou aresi afto pou kano. Giati oti kano to kano me tin psixi mou, giati eki vazo ena kommati tou eaftou mou. Ekana sxedia, ke tora me kitazoun agriopa ke thimomena. Me theloune na diaskedazo sta plesia tis sovarotitas. Ai sto dialo tous leo ke ta keo. Ola ta keo, se mia pira pou ola ta katapinni, se mia pira pou me litronni...