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I was a Boy

 i was a boy listen on youtube or here I exiled myself from the outside into the void  Not to run away but to find myself  I thought & believed what I observed to be the difference there had been signs of crumblings & decay = I need to rebuild myself  To know me before I introduce myself to others In this strange atmosphere I realized that  I've discovered an ancient pulse  it’s found in every reciprocation  with born whispers from breathing souls  = reaching into every mind through grievances laid on walls    tagging through skin for best results via gentle touch and through these we find the divine that lifts us up And being alone I had only one place to search ,  further inward, down in the sub basement of my core  i needed a reflection of me to see me in the third person Am I searching for the divinity of god or the divinity from within?  it started when I was a boy and she was nothing in the void I was a boy a...

Dead Pleasure

 dead pleasure 

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shambles of me scattered over the fringes of life
a life filled with leaking ambitions
veins sapped alike halo canyon
agendas thoroughly extracted from my mind  

& secrets hung on highway billboards
as so fate itself ran out of ink to seal my journey

my semi-dead soul in a canyon, that's my mind
a polished sky reflects a valley in the distance
my destination is colorful as promises once was
but sometimes, something is better than nothing now
wishing you to share an excerpt or two
from those neon lighted billboards along the highway

from exit to exit between decades
breezing through foolish days
ruling from my temple of doom
& minions of mine, created by me,
those miniature statues,
they listen to my sorrows & heed  

my minions, i feed them with left over anguish
i do what i please
and i fooled them to fool me

life & wants expands and shifts erratically
& resonates with glorious slang's.  
trickled with low tides of truth,
backed up with high waves of lies
supported by blinding moonlight reprisals
i fell for those moments,
because pleasure was in your hands

my disposition pained by your faultering me for lacking
and i, wanting to tell you why pleasure was dead on arrival

tell you why I'm too tired to turn back
to recede this endless journey...   
tell you why, to tell you why time is far away behind me

if you cease that stranglehold from me
I’ll tell you why I’m calling
I’ll tell you why I’m semi-dead
I'll tell you why you're pleasure was dead on arrival
 
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lyrics & vocals by azdi404
music credit: drowning by exilian
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