Illusions never change
The may die
But they are always the same
They are felt with the heart
They are felt with the mind
But they are not seen clearly
The problem is
They are not really there

A star without a dream
A lost person looks up to the star
Thinking the star will guide him
But the star is just as lost
Without a dream
The star walks in an empty sky

When I look up to your eyes I see them blue
I see the sky
And when I look down to the ground
I see them brown and green
And I look and there it is
The moon shining in them
And I think there's something strange about it
Is it the truth I'm so afraid of?
Or are you finally saying the lie I've been waiting for?
Their both strange
And I wonder is it just the light?

A deep tear of wine
Slips into a stranger's lips
I look at this stranger's eyes
And there it is
Nothing simple about it
Love ?
Or manipulation?
Regretting looking into this man's eyes
Tears made of wine roll down my cheeks
Sunday night, I light another cigarette
Alone with the music
Alone with my thoughts
And there it is
I see his life crash
Nothing simple about it
Just a perfect human being,  captured by imperfection

I sit in heaven
And there's no more room for you
The devil took the sits
So you could sit down with him

A bottle of aspirin
Taken with liquor of the liquor store
Sometimes remembering what it was like
Worrying about everything
And not remembering what I worried about
If I remind you what it's like
To want to die with drugs and alcohol
Maybe drown in cigarettes
And light memories on fire
You would be stuck in a roller coaster

It wasn't about money
No, not at first
I've never thought it was
I thought it was about art
Or even, maybe love

I had dreams like many others
Fantasies and illusions about it
I just wanted to be wonderful
I didn't want money

I wanted to be beautiful
Not pretty
I wanted to be the illusion
Not the one with the lies
It wasn't about money at first

There's nothing wrong but humanity
And a burning clock
A woman smokes an electronic cigarette
A woman dear
To the fireman
Drops her cigarette
Pretends isn't hers
And walks away
But what she doesn't know
Is that she got the side effects
New wrinkles in her face
And time became her burning clock

I smile to you
And I come near you
Very near
I complement your dress
I give you a present
A bottle of wine
Just for you and your friend
I put a dark spell on it
But just in case
I put poison as well
I wait all night to hear about your death
And your friend's too
The next day
I hear how you died
And your friend too
My smile becomes so wide and real
It's almost happiness
Now I know that you paid
And you paid good
And your friend too
You and your friend have hated me since the first day
But that was no excuse for what you've done
And now you pay

remember when I talked to you
and your breath smelled like wisdom
the way you looked at me
made me think you knew what was on the dark
And you took me to your world
In a single glance I was able to feel
We were in the dark
And I followed you
You had a lantern
And you walked up straight
With pride and honor
I believed in you
And I followed you
When we were out of the dark
You took me to the strangest place
You took me where people went and killed themselves
Pink and white roses
With no much color at all
You kept walking
I got lost
An old lady took me in
You came back for me
But my name was Maria now

You tie me to a bed  
Were you have killed many  women
I can barely move my hands
They are tied hard to the bed
It looks like a doctor's bed
How many have you killed, 50?
Or is it a 100?
You made sure I couldn't scape
I was there for two days
You hit me hard
You played with your knife all over my body
You ****** me like no other
I was gonna end up dead, wasn't I?
You killed many
Why didn't you **** me, when you could?
I am as stupid as the others
But instead you made me climb to the tower
And you made me throw myself
I landed on the cold ocean
And you knew
All along
"Did you ever found it?," I asked

Dissatisfaction from the real
Longing for the fake
Blurring the real and the fake  
A deep infatuation that excludes the real from my life
Longing for a lie
Cooky and charismatic
Reflecting ambitions and desires
Love and devotion taking it for granted
Suffering apathy for life
The inability to accept the new
Living in the past
Drinking my problems
Letting them out with the wrong people
Does God even exist?
Does he love me?