Not a game

And you could have been the one
but is not my time now,
I don’t want just to try.
I feel insane to go far away
but this can’t be a game to try,
I must be sure of all
nothing to hide.

And you could have been the one
but is not my time now,
I don’t want just to try.

It’s not my time,
don’t ask me why.
I’ve a damaged soul
and you have too,
insane idea to crush us into.
And you could have been the one
but is not my time now,
I don’t want just to try.

Something crash with these words
but is truth, I don’t want to play
you are not the one to play with.
Sickness can spread again
and I can’t take care even of my pain.

And I know you
Know you well,
and I tell you that you can’t
take care of me instead of myself.

I feel insane to go far away
but this can’t be a game to try,
I must be sure of all
nothing to hide.

Sick Muse Music

Is not a game
you can’t be the mage.
What remains is a rage
against the wall,
like your face
hiding from all.

Scream again
leave your pain,
face down
heart lost in town.
Did you ever seen
a sunrise, ever been
in a rise and fight?

Welcome home
guy, this is your game
music against sickness
to live and breath.

Raped Dreams

Born in a business Era
when all is just material
and air is so unreal.
Cheating is an order
the Stage is a disorder;
raped Dreams.

Sickness of a vicious ambient,
broken guitars in the corner
a dirty Limo at your door.
You just live to Dance
on some ruined grass
alone on your ass.

Raped Dreams tonight
where roads end again,
when the Moon fears
to face Us, we are still alive.

We can’t fear darkness tonight,
I have my Dreams to save
you cannot be mischievous to me,
I dont want a Lover
I don’t wanna love someone.

It’s just Me,
just to be alive again
breathing Music
eating Poetry.

Just saving,
only me
to save my raped Dreams