Home ain't no safe, but it's my home,
And it greets me whenever back I come.
It's there for me get lost deep inside.
Even when I stand against the tide.

And I'm aware of dangers out here.
So I may wield a sword against fear.
But there are city lights giving hope.
And  when obvion beckons i say "nope".

I wanna run away to mountains and beyond.
But I won't leave if could, ya see.
For those lights, they keep me ever on hold.

I wanna come back home saying to a mate there "hello".
Being glad that one cares enough to simply reply.
Then I shall adict to home's rhythm, adapt to it's flow.

That ugly woman you dislike.
You think she ain't pretty.
But she is a teacher, you know.
And as any teacher, she is someone's queen.
To that someone she's beautiful.
But you don't care. She's just an ugly stranger.

And this ****** guy, no self control on board.
You say he's beyond dumb.
But somewhere in a college he gets high scores.
Somewhere in a house he feels emotions deep and true.
But how'd you ever know?
He s just a ****** on a train.

Oh yeah, the leading lady you applaud.
She lives with no hardships, it appears to you.
But she is sometimes crying hard.
The girl she adores doesn't care about her.
And now the leading lady cares not 'bout fame.
Whatever, she's a happy star to you.

Finally, the boy who's lost in the streets.
You always call him a loser, lost cause.
But he is somebody's reason to fight.
He is a youngster's greatest man.
He lives to help and helps to live.
But give ,oh please, no ****.  He is a loser in the streets

But you, a normal, boring, balanced human.
I see no interest in copies.
But you're a hurricane that dance under water.
But your the rebel seeking holes in walls.
And obedience is just a shameful mask you wear.
But i am clueless. You're just too boring, calm as sand.

can you see that walls as we climb the tower?
those are the borders of freedom and they give in to no power.

now we are on top, and there is that lost child..
raised by a little bit older brats he's now among them running wild.

no rules here live: each one's at least a thief.
but don't be scared of danger. oh, don't you bow to grief.

within the borders run ya free and only wishes yours obey.
"be free here or be dead there" there is no other way

With you should be our Lady luck.
Come brave with light and dark.
Go change the world, for you, unseen, cannot be coght.
Out there, with you 's my every bright thought.

I'm somewhere, I'm someone, that's a fact.
I'm alive.
Got no memories, got no scars, thus why would I shed a tear.
I'm safe.
Sure i've got knowledge, thus will find a way to live.
I'm brave
I'm alone in this world, perhaps, but I forgot how to be scared.
I'm free.

Get under the blanket.
I’m starting to row.
Destination our is moon.
But wait for it to grow.

Don’t fall asleep just yet.
Try counting stars again.
For the winter is returnes soon.
And skies are brown then.

But the stream where we row,
He shines with the moon.
Can’t you the trees and flowers.
Some of roses still bloom.

As I row our boat gently,
You still stare at the skies.
With some immortalles in your hands.
Come on, now close your eyes.

Silk is the tent,
woolen is the floor,
Silk dome our teen divas have painted,
Woolen dreams our little fellows have imagined.

And now we are inside,
Just how did we fit.
And our teachers, both sit in the senter.
She plays her ukulele and he watches the fire burn.

The little girls, all so fast asleep.
Pretending to be lost in the funny shadows, so calm.
The little kings, all slowly wander,
Trying to get the older ones to tell stories, curios to know.

And the middle roses, never tired.
They sit in a circle making their flower crowns.
Oh, the middle strangers, always daring.
They play card games chatting in such a low whisper.

and the teen sages, all quiet so much.
Girls hidden in books and boys searching through dreams.
The ukulele is sounding.
The fire is burning.

Oh, moon and wind, both alive.
They both outside, guarding the tent.
Dark are the trees.
Bright are the stars.

Hit it big
Hit it strong
Back to life
Back to cold

Dance alone
Laugh when dark
Be the raven
And the shark

And forget
Who forgot you.
Back to skies,
Why won't you.

Back to dark,
Or bight the dust
Let lose your demons
And feel the heart burst.

Just forget.
And after midnight don't you cry.
Back to lonely.
Back to dry.

For winter so much I wait
Siting each day by the gate.
With each moment it's getting colder
And night's growing all so much longer.

A cold lovely rain comes
Happens it every now and then
Shortly in snow it transforms
Now, the only question is "when?"

And I'm avare of it, and  I'm so glad
Therefore I just cannot fill bad
Waiting for winter, my queen to come
In my happiness I'm second to none

I am in love in my daydreams,
But I know it's an illusion, made up.
All the love and friendship I dream of,
But in reality is where I always end up.

I'm jealous of sleep dreamers,
They fill real, as if they live to lives.
But my case is to bad on it's own,
I always know those feelings are lies.

But won't even find someone like that,
Who'd have a crush on me? None.
So here I am thinking nonsense,
Treating overthinking as if it's fun.

I was flying in the woods,
Practicing to catch tiny winds.
Then saw him: A raven like me.
Yet he was flying so much faster.

In a moment we were equal.
We've been swinging among the trees.
And we've been caching the higher winds.
And we were different in our flying styles.

Then I asked him to teach me.
He showed and I followed.
And he was always so sharp.
And he was always drifting so fast.

But I couldn't catch up to him
Always rising high and falling low
While I was keeping balance.
And he is gone and I wait.

I wait for him slow down and see me.
I wanna fly around again in the woods.
Cause he reminds me of the two of you.
Of that first tornado I didn't conquer alone.

So I wanna catch him in the storm.
Get him playing by my rules, in my games.
Therefore, I beg the tornado to come around.
So we could fly so different and so equal.

jealousy
empty, restless
kills, pushes, stops.
Someone’s lie’s and ignorance’s result.
selfhatred.

Can I hide or run or disappear as everyone wishes?
guess i can't but i still cry. my broken heart still crashes.
i am afraid even though i see the newcomers are bright and safe and so  kind.
but help me out. i can not trust
old scars reminding, took over my lost mind.
and i can hear that violence,  feel the pain of past, it's getting old.
why, you  my heart is in scars awaiting for winter lone and cold.

Maybe I'm strong enough to stand on my own,
And maybe I'm to weak to try trusting once more.
Maybe I'm brave enough  to fight alone for my life.
And maybe I'm to coward to run for my dream.
Who knows...

They were two one night stands,
And then two one day friends.

That was their game.
But they are not the ones to blame.
The were to scared of pain.

Cause whenever there's a "two".
No doubt in pain. The only question's "who?"

And thus, they searched for any answers.
They warned their targets they were strangers.
And with a dawn or dusk they'd leave avoiding daggers.

That happened on and on until they one day met.
"They are the same" all people said.

The two were very weird.Each time they both would change.
So every day and night would the one and only. Their love was strange.

When he was almost dead
But was to survive
Oh Skotty was alive
As much as blood was read.

He slapped the tyrant's face
He couldn't stay
He ran away
Oh Skotty left no trace

And so he ran to the woods
Home he found
That wild ground
Gave him all kinds of goods.

And then there in time came
Children of moon
And soon
Skotty had a big fame.

Together they've built a tower.
There was freedom
And no boredom
Oh Skotty hade the highest pover.

Oh Skotty's tower reached the sky.
And there they live
They will not leave
The home was beautiful and high.

And their tiny kingdom stands.
Free folks they're called
And none they ever hold
Each one wears freedom's brands.

I would live there with pleasure
But I'm to old
And I'm so cold
I'm destined for another treasure.

those teens
they ran away from prison
from hell
they were there for no reason.
and now
they are out for vengeance.
this world
shall be the saddest witness.
fires come
and every single prison is now dust
and waters
furious rivers took down sities fast.
their families
aren't happy with freedom of those they gave away.
just monsters
what else fo you want from me to say.
that guilt
it's on the crowd's stupid hands
all torture
to the 144 just makes no sense.
now see
this world is coming down for true
be strong
and see our revolution get it through.

road
rhythmic, branching.
turns, teases, tricks.
niether place nor group.
freedom

I remember the voices i wanted to hear more and more.
I remember our talks on that corridor’s old floor.
And I remember us watching stars while laying on pavement.
And I remember happiness being people, not a place or a moment.

You sit there in a cage of gold,
Trading happiness for stability.
It ain't locked, your body's free.
But your mind yearns for normality.

Do you see us in the aging buildings.
There is true life's real face.
Thus we are happy here and safe.
Now that's a change of pace.

The empty eyes, they hate us.
With every single crime we're charged.
But don't you worry about us.
Our beloved chaos keeps us all untouched.

Get up, ya, follow me, let's recolllect our squad.
Now I recall every night in camps of old.
So let ya have your heart back, get borders crossed.
Why won't leave that cage of gold.

in a city so cruel and lifeless,
that all true hearts try to stop,
there are so many restless ghosts,
and this story's 'bout one of those.

and that ghost wearing always grey,
he'd come around and save bullied kids,
would help them run away from their threat,
"don't thank, just have your revenge" he'd say.

so many kids he saved, but were puzzled,
and then they came together all to search,
they did for long when finally found a boy,
oh man, he almost never smiled, always sad.

and only then understood what meant that words.
and so they did, they had their revenge:
they saved him, took away and made him wanna live.
and thus, they granted him with freedom he needed.