Thrystan

I believe in everything you do not
believe it’s too late to get shot
in the foot
running out of kerosene
we cannot fly any more
running out of obscene
i can’t be a whore

extension of my being
prostethic of my core
forget me not or something
remember when I’m gone

sunset is an end
of the day that starts
with a sun that rises
too many miles away to be hot

not a cure
not disease
not impure
not a tease
not a heart
and not a smile
not a card
and not a style
not a kiss
and not a slap
not a poem
not some crap
not for me
and nut for you
nothing goes away
when blue

Haideti sa salvam lumea de la polutii nocturne
Cu revolutii pe timp de zi
Cu sabiile in mana si mana rupta de dume
Cu Napoleoni ne vom infrati
Bandajat in suspine zac vaduvit de larma
Multimea se perinda in razboi cu ea insasi
Pe undeva pe podea s-a pierdut o lama
Diseca-ti neuronul pentru a gandi

Rupt in dos de existenta
Far’ de care nu ai fi
Da-mi si mie din dementa
Far’ de care nu-as gandi
Sarutat de abstinenta
Cazi pe jos, vai penetrare
Impotenta incompetenta
Bun venit la a ta castrare

Picteaza-mi orbule te rog portretul
Mai bine decat mama creatoare
O casta virgina sa ne fie preoteasa
Sa ne inchinam la pacatul ce doare
Ciupiti de voma carnii pofticioase
Momim viermii sa se-adape
Cu rugaciuni necredincioase
Nascut dintre coapse, intre coapse sa crape!

Push the water, give me the flow
I feel like ice crust, only less slow
I float in vain, and vary in mistake
My destination is like me, so fake

Mountains of fire are splitting the air
I felt like the cold, the under degree of the scale
The scarecrow winter has as faithful hound
The square mind, when earth is round…

I’m drawing angels with a lens in the snow
The sun’s a nova, in the agony of a last show
And blinks, and fades, the clouds can hide it
This world was perfect, but this sun’s unfit

I breath hypothermia and freeze to my soul
As the world now collapses in a dark hole
Cut to pieces by the vision of this end
Remember the times when you were sand?

Return to the seed, and then plant it within
Build a new world inside you, build me too
Create a new sun that would surely last more
But give us the right to adore and to bore…

cearcane
incearca ne
dumnezeule iarasi
mai tare
loveste ma doare
da mi si o tumoare
loveste ma in plex
am sange destul
de varsat…

lesin
abis
am interzis
in rai sau iad
in baie cad
frunze de artera
flori de metal
muguri de fatal

cand ti a transpirat ochiul
ultima oara
cu sange
cand simti ca sperma te strange
pe mana
doar pe mana
cand simti ca miocardul bate
se poate
sa inceteze
sa refuleze
tot sangele din tine…

cand simti
doar zimti
taiosi de metal
scurge se in pocal
plasma, trombocite
hematii, leucocite
naucite…
componente nefericite
ale aceluiasi puls
muls din mine
picatura cu picatura
anafura pentru charon
sa cinstim
o ultima oara…

cand sudoarea e
distilata n lacrimi
distilata n sperma
distilata n patimi
cand suflarea e
aburita n geam
condensata n buze
lipite de aburi
desenand sarutul
iernatic si trist
si nca nu a nins

ce te faci cand tu
ce erai ateu
ai vrea sa nu ai
nici un anti zeu
ce te faci cand tu
ce nu vrei sa mori
ai vrea sa nu ai
nici un anti corp
ce te faci cand tu
cel care iubeste
vrei  un antidot
sa pieri sufleteste

Nu mai am forta sa respir o ultima data
Am uitat cum era sa iubesti pur
Cum este sa fii un inger fara de pata
Sa nu stiu sa mint, sa ucid sau sa fur

Uitat de toti in ultimele clipe sunt sigur
Ca n-am trait in van desi degeaba sunt
Acum nu-am trebuinta si pot sa fur ,sa mint
Dar o iubire las in urma si doare ca pumnalul
Pe care in spate il aveam de ani
Fiind gata de un sfarsit , cu trist semnalul
Caci singuratatea mi-a fost bogatie si bani

Si trebuie sa plec pe acest prim drum final
Pe care mereu il visam inspaimantat
Stiind ca dincolo nu poti sa mai iesi la un mal
Nici chiar tu sa fii cel prea vultur avantat
Sunt acum un ritm de dans demodat si uitat
Nepurtat ca o haina roasa cu a sa poza falsa
Nu am nici o balada, am murit necantat
Ganduri au ramas, dar de spus nu ma lasa

Si nimic mi-este vrerea caci cazut astazi sunt
Chiar cazut in tacere, in sicriu, in mormant
Nu vreau sa fiu uitat, sa nu fiu stiut
Calcat pe pamanturi de flori inforite far’ nume
Nu am fost decat om, pe departe nu sfant
Si o viata a mea a ramas si in fum e
Picaturi vaduvite au cazut doar ca ploi

This is my crime,I ‘m not afraid any more
I feared the death , realised life’s a whore
When murder’s a bed where two people embrace
One is killed, other killer, same feeling,same race

No matter name a mother’s there crying son
Around her people, other,  see it as cruel fun
When funerals are cheaper than guns we smile
If you kill one it’s tragic, but with hundred it’s style

The clown gets guru over night in murder art
Each stupid fool is king when riding Death’s cart
Commited to it , sworn to kill others for a feel
We trade the souls for numbers, crosses, deal?

Men pull the covers on their eyes like women
Don’t wanna see the blood is boiling in them
It screams it wants and it’s blood, of another
Shut we lay and we’d sleep voiceless, rather

Where is the real human designed to sweet kill?
For food or for women , nowadays for just thrill
I’ll be that something in the eyes, target seeker
The haunting boy that crossed the lines, got deeper

Got soul to scream an honest “yeah ” , so real
Crime is pure,and so bodily , ’cause I am into feel
The liquidation’ll be your hobby as you watch it
Murder temptation is arriving, ‘caus you got bit

lung si diabolic
iata l se strecoara
tubul catodic
ce te infioara

aprig si perfid
opintit in carne
implantat in pantec
a inviat si moare

penetrant ciclop
frematand in pripa
ezitand deloc
pe o roza prispa

extensia unei fiinte
pipeta vietii
tabuul unei credinte
vrejul tineretii

framantat in carne
ca un soi de hrana
protejat de piele
protejat de blana

curge, nu se varsa
nu se risipeste,
seva sa maiastra
unde-i zer de peste

iata-l din nimic
cum se face mult
ieri era un pic
azi este prea mult

este plin de tine
tu plina de el
plin de viata, vine
si maine la fel

el iti umple pumnul
si iti sta pe limba
el iti strica somnul
in subsol sau tinda

el te invadeaza
in lung si in lat
el iti cotropeste
haul parfumat

A layer of tranquility
upon the eyes of beasts
these women of no name
replaced the kiss with fists

small time criminal
making it big or enlarging it
weak and sexual animal
making it boring and predictable

unable to cooperate
copulate and create a device
unable to operate
like an action man
we’re reduced to action hen
tin men can…

love was years ago
the best selling gear
now we’re all ’bout growth
boresome blowjobs, queer

we’re so much lusting  for flesh
could swear we’re cannibals
our slaughterhouse’s the bed
the clit is everyone’s

sex was all about
robots doing me
robots doing the robot dance
robots doing the she

fuck was all about
jacking into a port
plug and play, go away
disconnect, abort
stop, you’ve got a virus
disinfect or quit
format all your body
end up getting hurt

love is all about
the size
of your wallet
of your dick
of your iq
of the trust
of the humour
of the tumour
called heart…

Nu pot sa dorm
Deschid ochii si vad cerul
S-a aprins un felinar in Orion
Si a incetat si gerul

Miroase a picatura de stea
Constelatii isi dau duhul
In nove din care cade scrumul,
Un praf de astra moarta
Sticlind a nemurire
Povesti de secoli poarta
Simtind a sa palire

Vantul curge printre luni
Sateliti si cosmici astrii
Podobind pe cer cununi
Ascunzand solari dezastrii
Zace acolo insa un soare
Un alt Adam,inca o Eva
O stea se naste,si alte moare
Incepe, se –ncheie o era

Si Cronos bunicul se-nchide
Inchide un nastur la suba cea rece
Inghite in sec, el inghite
Caci si pentru el timpul trece
Agita toiagul, da stele mai sus
Clipeste, si-asteapta al sau apus

O gaura neagra , un cosmic haos
Paianjen si faur, un zeu ranchiunos
Inghite creatie, materie si fiinta
Transforma in nefirea-i, tot in nefiinta

Inchid iarasi ochii in casa, la cald
Perdeaua e trasa si in somn eu cad
Cosmosul s-astepte, ca si eu pe ea
Galaxia mea-i mica, si o singura stea
Ce zambeste si –atrage un doar satelit
Ce se-nvarte si cade, fiindu-i iubit
Voi avea si nova, candva.. Cronos stie
Pan-atunci am astrul cu scanteia-i vie.

We’re an army of puppets ready for assault
There’s no escape for deserted souls
You were my wound and added salt
There’s no regret for fallen walls

We try to escape the crowd of copies
A xerox Mother Nature still coughing clones
So many people, lovely zombies
I hate Her noise and bloody tones

No throne for you, the devil woman
The one scar hell had gifted us
You are death perfect , but still human
Producing satans in your class

So regenerating and falling under
Decayed like history of blind
You give us pain, you give us hunger
Enjoy the fullness left behind

A tear in your eyes as never seen
The stone cold hearted creature
Could be the changed one you had been?
Or planned imperfect feature?

You could never get out of there
Still trapped in a horendous body
The mirror still flooding your fear
And having lost space as a budy…