No more order,
I've lost the reins,
losing control,
from all the pains.

External, internal,
it's all the same.
Doesn't matter on whom
you put the blame.

Giving in
to this madness,
'cause it feels
better than sadness.

Anger feels
better than pain.
Even if some
teeth have to rain...

Don't have a reason to live.
But don't have a reason to die.
Plus all these lows
Are making me high.

Time we ****,
for a little love.
Sacrifice friendships,
for a little love.
Money dies,
for a little love.

Distances traveled,
otherwise untraveled.
Things we'd never do
now seem terribly inviting.
Love makes the world go round.
Makes people seem blind.
It makes the strong weak
and the weak strong.
Lives destroyed, lives saved.
Lives created by love untamed.
Just a little love is all it takes...

Imma travel the world,
search for feelings untamed.
Hoping that in the end,
I won't remain a man unchanged.

But love's a jungle, I'm telling you.
At every corner, hides something new.

Beautiful but deadly,
with treasures a plenty.
Skeletons just the same.

Don't trust your eyes,
for it makes you blind.
Don't trust your heart,
for it, love is divine.

Only trust that quiet voice,
lost inside your head.
Never underestimate
the advice that you get.
IF a treasure you find,
still pay it mind.
The voice will say,
if your heart touch it may.

There are treasures a plenty,
for everyone to find,
but there's just one for you,
so pay the others no mind.

And that's why so many get lost in the jungle...


Its beauty unmatched,
its dangers horrendous.
And still I'd go through it
for an adventure endless.

The darkness under my eyes
reveals for the observant
my ongoing struggle of
the way of going, being and finding
for the majority it is yet concealed
under a mask I appear
looking bluntly bliss

Around me is a cycle
spinning worlds all over
dazed and confused I turn
as lightning it hits
leaving a burned inside
with tension through the veins
I lay struck but awake

Hope has died,
of course I cried,
death is always sad,
puts you sobbing into bed...

But sometimes it can be good,
there are things that die should.
False hope is an evil,
while it's not the devil,
it still makes your mind rebel.

When false hope dies,
the heart gets a surprise:
A clarity of thought.

You've been fighting windmills for too long,
finally your heart can hear the gong.

Beguile is the way of the wine
Past those hillsides we climbed
Out of the forest
And into the land
Towards another festival
Of melodies within our reach

You’re so close
Yet so far away
As we dance in the front
But on opposite sides
Temperance and gaud
Affection and disinterest

Though it matters now
This too, will become trivial
Just give it a year or so
Before the secrets display
A forever changing idol
The cyclical ephemera
In the eye of God

Round & round
In circles I go
An Endless cycle
That finally was gone.

After that,
What is there left,
Just an empty bottle.

A few dropplets,
Are only left,
Remains of what was,
And no clue of what will be.