With eyes as pure as water
And hair as red as the sweet sunset
With a figure like that
Do you not see my heart beguiled

Do not bestow then, your gaze upon my tired eyes
Do not speak to me, in a voice as dainty as flowers
Do not dance around me in so charming a fashion
And do not say nice words

Unless you are willing to receive my passionate and unconditional love
Stop breaking my heart

Her body was fragile, her body was thin
Little did we know; she threw up in the bin.
It was all in her mind “pretty girls don’t eat”
And models themselves are always petite.
But there’s always a secret, a secret behind
The reason why these girls declined
The food they were offered and the drinks they were poured
And the high calories dishes were always ignored.
Dieting and pills became the norm
And the media portrayed it as a new art form.
But this “new art form” was a dangerous entity
And no one knew its true severity
Of this illness that gets in your head
And the sinister voices that want you dead.
But you listen to them as they’re your only friend,
The ones that will be there to the very last end.

desire becomes carnal
smooth caresses to passionate and harsh kisses
slow and gentle to feral and uncontrolled
sweet whispers to moans and growls
heavy breathing to gasps of air
so blissfully lost in each other

In the air there is a smell of rime
In this darkest corner of time

The whole world silent as a choir of mutes
Save for the crunching of one pair of boots

Breaths become ghosts that flee into the night
As the chill devours the last of the light



All love now as dead as the skeletal trees
Icy doom brought nature to its knees

Trudging along a forgotten road
The coffin heavy with its lifeless load

Its bearer now left alone
Of his companions remains nothing save bone



The grave already an open wound in the dirt
And yet the one who carved it is the one who was hurt

Now the bundle is tucked into its earthen bed
Tears freeze with memories of the life she lead



Layed to sleep beside your mother
All alone with your stillborn brother
Father now wishes that the reaper would claim just one other

Behind bars of black
painted red white and blue
singing songs of your freedom
the cameras laugh at you

You twitter chirp and tweet
cheep cheep
about the shiny frivolities
disguising bleak realities

Ignore a war
or three or four
Look away again
a time or ten

Don't look down
that's where you'll drop
when they break your wings
because they don't like how you sing

Don't look up
that's where they sit
and it will only show a reality
free of reason or morality

You only exist
so they have someone serving
who'll believe the lie
that they serve you

You know that you're trapped
and there's nothing you can do
but you can still move enough
that you can pretend that the cage isn't there

And so you sit
and you sing
about the lie of freedom
that you made yourself believe

Luna, I bet you get this all the time
But Luna, you know I'm not like other guys
And Luna I think of you every time on the radio,
when its soft and slow.


Luna, I think I saw you in my dreams
'Cause Luna, you're all I hoped you could be
And Luna you're an angel sent from above,
Gift from god,
Goddess of love.

Vous allumez ma vie plus que le soleil pourrait jamais

Luna, I know this might be a lot
But Luna, you're the only thing I got
And Luna, you're all I see in my dreams at night,
You're my only hope, my guiding light.

Vous allumez ma vie plus que le soleil pourrait jamais

I can't help but believe
That you could be
The greatest love that I'll ever know.