Of Skull And Bones

A pirate always smile when he sees the Spring
Haunted piano swing

Screams of passion and disgusting laughters resonating in the guts of the drunken sea man
The most nasty and heinous being of meat, alcohol, wood and gold
The worst story ever told

Cries of glory and diamond melodies blowing in the winds of the dew woman
The only fairy and genious made of colors, plants and sun
The yellow yelling fun

Seductive traps
Target, the dance of the rape
Hallucinating guns
Chase, the night of the scape

Haunted piano swing
A pirate always smile when he sees the Spring

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Made Of Sounds

Lights went dumb like gravestones in open sea
Sirens went blind like a veil of death in the face of the fiancee
And I left in the dark
Alive to your mind, simply gone to your eyes

Bullets went through like a million trucks in open highway
Beauty went away like the obscene night went to the dull day
I was born in the dark
Alone in the crowd, answer to your whys

With my heart made of stone
And my feelings made of sounds
I die

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The Casino

The gamblers shuffle the cards of choices and luck that can change your life.
The Hunter lights a cigar, you got your time to choose if you're in or out.

Hey! You gotta do it know!
Hey! You gotta make it now!

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The City

The City is crying nails of smoke
The host starts to get high... And high...
A concrete cancer starts to spread
Infecting thoughts to my head... In my head...
I see the suicide open gates
Plagues and pearls in this place... Face to face...
A crystal ball has shown the way
A morphine bed to my pain... Just to say...

I'm about to raise
I'm right behind you
And when things don't go so cool
I will find find you

I'm a photograph
I'll stay beside you
When you feel like you can't sleep
I will numb you

The City is crying nails of smoke
The host starts to get high... And high...
A concrete cancer starts to spread
Infecting thoughts to my head... In my head...
I see the suicide open gates
Plagues and pearls in this place... Face to face...
A crystal ball has shown the way
A morphine bed to my pain... Just to say...

I'm your broken heart
I'll stay inside you
And when clouds begin to fall
I will dry you

I'm the chaos inside
I'm the void that silence you
When the Hunter starts to shoot
I will hide you

The Convent

Inoxorable as the time that surrendered us, so were those fat and blissful brains.
Full of claws as the walls that surrounded us, so were those shaky and faithful hands.

Like rats on cocaine.
Like luminiferous aether.
Like saints in delusion.

But I am the Black Sun.
I am destruction.

So, the old Convent Choir fed me with eyes and visceras.
Lies were told. Mud were gold.
Bibles I burned.

Gnothi Seauton.
And know your enemies...

Heredera del Infierno

Soy el oscuro para los ojos más claros. Soy sombras y assombrosa profundidad. Mundo donde los puros no pueden estar. Heredera del Infierno.

My words don't pray and don't ask for forgiveness. They're heavy like my soul and strange like my music. Curses and magics.
There's no preachers in my streets.
There's no you inside of me.

And now, in this night, I'm standing right here by you door.
And now, once again, I'm shaking your windows and floor.

Soy locura para los cuerpos más saludables. Soy enfermedad y peligrosa transgresión. Tiempo qué los puros no pueden contar. Heredera del Infierno.

Welcome to the Electric City

Unexistent world with odd colors, heavy air and acid rain, every kind of pollution, corruptions, and the craziest nightlife of the surface and the underground of the Earth, some say it’s the best, some say it’s the worst, I say it’s Electric City, the alive and imaginary metropolis, the city that cries nails of smoke, the concrete cancer that infects thoughts in people’s head, She, She that always calls you back, with her sexy voice and her symphony of noises, my beautiful and toxic Majesty.
No ancient or modern disaster will make You fall, no pandemy can make You stop. And Your streets with sweet taste of oxidation will keep running and Your graceful holes in the atmosphere won’t close. From the old Convent Choir to the drug trafficking and prostituition on the World Wide Web, You will raise more and more. They killed me but they can’t kill You. Your Muse and my Hunter, my daughter and son, my murderers. You’re in the bloody dirty hands of my murderers now, in who I trust, ’cause they know that we’ve always been under and above the laws, real or virtual. Your people, the ones who were born in You, live and die for You, wear gas masks and latex clothes – Yeah! The german porns were inspired by You, my caustic empire. And they know how to use the triple W to warm your organism. They know how to speak in codes. World Wide Web to the Wax Wild Worm. Negociations leave trails. I’m Madre Joana of the Thorns, married with Crhist, Devil’s lover, once a queen, once a whore, now a ghost. This is my reality and my fiction.