The goddess of peace,

Oh, they have you ceased.

No alliances were made,

No promises to take,

No truth to fake.

I was sitting there in the corner hugging my knees,

And there were lying dead bodies of my brother and niece,

They’ve brought us war under the slogan of peace,

They’ve stolen my youth, they’ve stolen my first kiss

Now I whisper my prayers to Eireen,

Oh, I hope that someday I’ll see the sky crystal clear,

And our minds won’t be poisoned by the supremacy toxin. 

I am waiting for you, my dear Eireen, the door is always open, can you come in?

When I had an empty tank,

You gave me your full heart.

When there was no power,

You gave it a start.

You were in the passenger seat,

We were driving together past the streets,

Carrying our dreams in the backseat. 

But now you are gone,

I am behind the wheel all alone,

It’s always raining when I am on my own.

The darkness came and moreover,

Rain in the car is pouring all over. 

Some people say that love may hurt,

And I say yeah, but life is too short,

To tie the broken hearts into a knot. 

I cannot see the road,

Rain in the car is aboard,

And with every mile, I drain,

That’s insane, it is shame,

No one’s here to whisper my name.

The sunroof’s broken, I am drowning,

You cannot save me, oh my darling.

It’s raining in the car and the angel’s falling.

Oh, let me tell you stories about demolished ones,

As they watch without their eyes,

They could dance forever on these poem lines.

They could be screaming out without their tongues,

But they are buried under the rain in their cars,

Chocking water from the bottom of the lungs.

And searching for redemption is pretty boring,

Let’s hunt for prayers, are you going?

The city’s covered all in darkness tonight,

Forlorn hearts are ready for another fight. 

Rain in the cars,

Bodies full of scars,

And the night sky with the shining stars.

Rain in the cars,

Drunken people in the bars,

Let’s mourn tonight about demolished ones. 

Let me tell a little tale

That love is now for sale,

Red roses are so pale,

And a funfair full of male. 

Bodies of each and every kind,

Nobody would even mind,

So choose anyone you like,

‘Cause, it’s free for tonight. 

Let me tell you an awful little tale,

Of how your beautiful dreams of love will fail. 

All the items don’t even have a price,

Could it ever be considered as a prize?

Funfair is full of jealousy, vomit, and disguise,

Spreading virus through the web of lies. 

I see them portraying the pride

But nearly no one has the might

To find a loved one, not just for a night. 

I don’t want to fight,

Knowing that I am right.

Yet they still have all this fright

Without any hope for light. 

Love for sale for tonight,

Love for sale, just one night,

Funny tale, love for sale,

On the funfair, love for sale. 

Absolution could be my solution. 

Through intimacy, we build supremacy. 

Let us be brought back piece by piece,

Let the puzzle end in a masterpiece. 

Here we are standing, naked, wound to wound.

Don’t tell me that the wings of butterflies were vibrating only with lies, with lies. 

I can see the pain in every teardrop that sheds as rain from your eyes, your eyes

Wound to wound, and only us two. 

Wound to wound, every scar is true. 

Wound to wound, oh, now I see you. 

Wound to wound, we are cling to

Do you like it sour?

Should I add more salt?

If there’s only left an hour,

Put everything on hold. 

If there’ll be a wedding,

We can throw a dice. 

We don’t need any bedding,

I want all of you, not a slice. 

Wound to wound, and only us two. 

Wound to wound, every scar is true. 

Wound to wound, oh, now I see you. 

Wound to wound, we are cling to

I ain’t christian at its best,

But I am begging you to show affection,

Promise, in the end, I’ll let you rest,

On the fragments of my reflection. 

Never have I tried smoking weed,

Nor felt such a crave or need.

Never have I injected heroin,

The song is dedicated to the nicotine. 

When I’m done, I’ll dance like I’ve never danced before,

While it’s intoxicating, I’ll be levitating through the hiss, noise and thunderstorm. 

Another cigarette, with thoughts like ashes burning in my head. 

Another breath to inflate my lungs, smoke doesn’t leave any marks. 

And as I age,

So does rage. 

I’m a definition of a rampage,

Don’t know how to flip a page,

Lockdown mode in a concrete cage,

A doll performing on a puppet stage.

When I’m done, I’ll dance like I’ve never danced before,

While it’s intoxicating, I’ll be levitating through the hiss, noise and thunderstorm. 

When the mind is poisoned and blood is boiling in the veins,

I let in the nicotine, my most favorite toxin, Releasing all my inner scream,

Unveiling every wild dream,

As a prism to the cruel beam,

Making world brighter here,

With it, I lose the sense of fear, 

Resonance that’s crawling near and nearer,

Every part sophisticated by my own mirror,

Corrupted by the glimpse of what is real. 

When I’m done, I’ll dance like I’ve never danced before,

While it’s intoxicating, I’ll be levitating through the hiss, noise and thunderstorm. 

‘Cause that’s what for I was born

All this time, I was torn,

Not afraid of a bullet storm,

Eager to the dose of my beloved nicotine, 

Yes, fill my lungs like film fills the movie screen. 

When I’m done, I’ll dance like I’ve never danced before,

While it’s intoxicating, I’ll be levitating through the hiss, noise and thunderstorm. 

With nicotine, I can feel,

With nicotine, I can dream,

With nicotine, I’m freed from fear. 

I’m revived in another shape, another form,

I’m the clouds, the rain, oh, I conform,

I’m the grass, the sea, oh, I reborn,

I’m the fire, I will burn. 

Summon the muse,

She’ll accept no excuse!

Enslave your demon,

Make yourselves even!

Shout in the night at the moon,

We all know you’re a loon!

Summon the muse,

You’ve no excuse!

Little kiddo, tell me, did you know,

You pray to the wrong gods after all?!

Little little kiddo, tell me, did you know,

Your inner demon craves the show?!

Summon the muse,

She’ll bring the silver chain.

Enslave your demon,

Let it feel your pain!

Scream louder for your life,

Or else the muse won’t survive!

Scream louder for your life,

Or else the demon will stab you with a knife!

If they don’t fear, you got no respect.

If they don’t adore, you got no prospect. 

Summon the muse,

You need no excuse. 

Enslave your demon,

Now you’re even. 

Burn my skin if that’s your will,

Suffocate my body if that’s your dream,

Humiliate my mind if that’s what you fear,

Tear apart my heart if that’s how you feel,

And destroy my bones, then to the ashes, 

My soul will come to her spell that flashes. 

Like a revenant, I will be resurrected,

Secret witch to whom I’m connected

Is using black magic to remain protected. 

Her sacred temple is neglected, but I believe I was selected

To bring justice for those who once objected. 

And I don’t care about the words you say on the internet. 

They’ll color my witch into every shade of scarlet.

Don’t expect me to exalt you by a chant. 

Cravings for revenge are now constant. 

Intrusive thoughts going round and round. 

The inner rage is the only fuel, the only sound. 

Coffee for two with this beautiful view. 

No anxiety, no sorrows, no blue. 

I was chaotically dancing through the lavender fields, 

I was using tears of perfection as an energy for my shields. 

“Just a coffee for two. Serve it with this beautiful view”. 

Lord gave us rose glasses, so nothing we don’t believe in could ever be true. 

Nuclear bombs on Monday became sunflowers on Friday. 

All the fired bullets are just wonderful tulips. 

And the deadliest poisons are the sweetest wine. 

Drinking coffee for two is perfectly fine. 

With this most beautiful view it is divine. 

All the murderers became the jury. 

All the killers became the judges. 

All their victims are the only form of justice. 

But if the rose glasses will shatter,

Could there still be a single thing that matters?

Everything I want to do is to pace around the table with the coffee for two. 

Purely enjoying this beautiful view of the violence, we’re condemned to. 

Even if you can’t hear me anymore,

I’m ensured you know,

That I am made of sore. 

With the complete conviction of pain,

I particularly don’t feel any of the shame,

No more love in a rotten heart to tame. 

The poisoned coffee for two will still be there, waiting for you. 

You will always be a part of my violent view. 

I will split my rose glasses into two

One part I will be keeping for you

So you could pretend with me too. 

Oh, with a tasty coffee for two,

I found beauty in chaos and promise, so once will you. 

I’m tired of endless longings. 

I cannot find peace in me on mornings. 

And there’s no more light,

I’m still crying at night. 

And my tears are being shed for muse,

Sometimes she may leave with no excuse… 

Should I consider that as an abuse?

I miss her every day from nine to five,

Only if she knew, how it hurts to be alive,

Finishing my cereal at the midnight. 

And this path of endless suffer, grief, and tempting longings. 

All the broken things are whose belongings?

And my every single imperfection 

Is what makes the painting look so real. 

But if you see it in reflection,

The canvas may look to you surreal. 

It’s all about connection,

I’ve never felt one’s affection,

I often pray for resurrection,

However, God pays no attention. 

And you can say that there may be too much,

Everything I’ve ever wanted was a simple touch. 

All of you threw me away like a needless toy,

I’ve got a lot to shout, but will it bring me joy?

I’m left to loiter and look for my lost longings. 

All the broken things are whose belongings?

I wish I could incarnate my fate,

I wish I could get rid of all this hate,

I just keep telling that I can’t,

It’s my biggest sentiment. 

Somehow I know that I will be fine. 

It’s a wonderful thing you cannot define,

All the broken things always end up being mine.